I let you meet him
So you would know
What He was like
I let you experience it
So you would know
What it felt like
Too many times
You have accepted
Counterfiets, imitations, and perpetrators
It was time to set the bar
Exactly where it is suppose to be
I have the one
I've shown you a glimpse of him
It's not time
Be patient
I'm working on him too
A help mate
Not a master
A partner
Not a boss
A friend
Not a child
A man
To add to your life
Not take more than his share
Stay the course
You will know
He is the one
He’ll come to you
When it's time
He’ll know your worth
And just what you bring to his life
You will know
Why
It's never worked
With anyone else
Trust me
Until then
I will provide what you need
When you need it
I always do
I have shown you a glimpse of him
A Godly Man
About the Creator
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