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Sunday, February 10, 2008

You Honored Me

You honored me
When you invited me to your room to sit and talk awhile
You honored me
When you let your hair down and relaxed
You honored me
When you poured some wine and took the safety lock off your heart
You honored me
When you told me things you had securely tucked away inside
And you honored me
When you trusted me that I would safely keep those things.
You honored me
By being yourself
And letting me catch a glimpse into your heart
You honored me
With your openness and honesty
You honored me
With the real you, as you are, faults and all.
I knew you had faults. I have them in abundance.
But I felt honored,
That you allowed me into your life
Just as you are
You honored me
By letting me touch
If even in a small way
Your soul;
The soul of someone who has given themselves
Willingly and wholeheartedly to our Savior
You honored me
When I kissed you
And you helped me, in whatever small way
To feel Jesus' love in another human being
And I was deeply honored
To be given the priceless gift of communion;
Two souls,
Without false fronts,
Guarded hearts,
And nothing to hide,
There, on the seashore of eternity.

Thank you.

--R.F.M. 2008


Anonymous Anonymous said...

which of your 5 alleged boyfriends are you talking about?

2/11/2008 5:02 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

Ummmm...sorry? Wow, that's a pretty specific number. 5 alleged boyfriends?
However interesting that assumption is, I didn't write this poem. So you can keep wondering about those boyfriends.

2/11/2008 7:37 PM  
Blogger Miss B said...

Wow, that is a beautiful poem. If someone ever wrote something like that for me, I'd be honored.

I think it's sad when someone shares something like that on their blog and someone else has to be so critical.

2/12/2008 12:39 PM  

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