Enough
by S.Park
I honestly did not want to post this piece of writing lest I sounded too corny but…after a few weeks of the “should I, shouldn’t I” debate, I decided to go ahead and post it. In my opinion, it’s “elementary” sounding at best but…whatever!
Young and naive was when I first met
The person that would make my heart first fret
Time went by- two, three years,
Waited, hoping that one day he would hold me dear
Pain was the only thing that came my way
I recovered; time was the only price I had to pay
Then came a young, handsome boy
Who strung me along, loved to play coy
Presented him with a quiet exterior, just because
I hated me; I hid myself, ashamed of who I was
Hidden smiles, disgustingly sweet words
With that again, my heart stirred
Long calls, private dinners
How he made me feel like such a winner
Then what a surprise it was, to find
That I was only second in his mind
Heartache came my way, yet again
The anger is still too much to contain
A few years passed and what do you know
I met someone slightly out of my mold
Quiet, our talks were rather small
But his “love” for the Lord is what made me fall
Thinking back on it now, I was probably blind
To my disappointment, he really wasn’t that much of a find
When things went horribly wrong, all he could do
Was keep quiet, didn’t fight for what was true
A man who cannot speak to protect
Was defintely sure to neglect
I felt no pain because you see,
I just gave up, I realized he wasn’t the one for me
“Oh how happy, content would I be
If I found someone who loved and cared for me.”
In this thought I had made quite a grave error
For I had forgotten about the One who promised me forever
I have forgotten that dirty, disgusting filth such a I,
Was saved by Him who paid the ultimate price- suffered, died
How could I have forgotten the bloody hands and feet
He who was slain on the cross so that the Father and I could meet
Why do I deserve this amazing grace
And the pleasure of seeing His beautiful face?
Years of searching for a love that was always there
Years of searching for someone who would just care
Misled, foolish my heart will always be
Forgetting that I will always be loved, cared for by the One who died on the tree
Unlucky in love I may always be
But I know now that my Savior’s love is enough for me.
