Art E. Proctor & Rhonda S. Galizia
There was a young lady who lived in her shoes
The man who adored her was lonely and blue
But, only because, she didn't reply
To his beckoned call, or poetic cry!
Of a love that could, and surely, should, be;
" Clad in shoes, or barefoot; means naught to me!"
He coaxed her, he begged her, he coddled her and pled
But the lady pulled her laces, tighter, instead!
She thought he would never, empathize or feel
The sole of her being, the pain of her heel!
So she kept him at a distance, with stiletto ease
While he took up flying, out on the trapeze!
He catapulted to new heights, just to appease
While being kept at arms length, and constantly teased.
But flying the high-wire, did him no good,
As she wasn't falling, like he thought she would.
No, not at all......because he fell instead!
She almost died...when she thought he was dead.
She rushed to his side, and stuck out her shoe
Said, " O' Man, a dead-pan, just will not do!"
At just the right moment, he opened his eyes,
MUCH to her chagrin, and yet, awesome surprise
She saw The Lord looking back, from those love-struck eyes!
And so now the Queen-of-Shoes just rationalized...
At last, her own eyes were opened; she really could see
That, he would, and truly could, love her righteously!
Moreover, she discovered, she loved him, too
So now there was only, one thing left to do...
She kicked off her shoes, and knelt by his side
Kissed him and said, "I'll be your Godly bride!"
"But godliness with contentment is great gain." I Timothy 6:6
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