I am quickly becoming your perfect and beautiful bride. You are truly the lover of my heart- You seek me out, romancing me with your beautiful voice. I hear you in the wilderness of my heart, calling out to me, "beloved....beloved...." I choose the well-worn, easy path, but Your voice comes from the thicket- to step into it is to bloody my feet to follow You. "Come to me, my beloved, I am here and waiting. Come, take my hand, and follow me down my path, lined in righteousness and beautiful things."
Your sweet breath finds my ear and your voice again calls to me. "Leave your other lovers, love only ME, for your heart is beating only because I tell it to do so. It beats because of Me, now let it beat only FOR Me."
The other lovers are so tempting. They have many names- Money, Power, Comfort, Pride, Lust, Anger. I have known them all, and they know me. They have asked to dance, only to desert me on the floor for another, stepping on my feet and trampling my heart. But they still tempt me with their beautiful facades. They can offer me nothing but emptiness and death.
So I choose You, oh Lover of My Soul, You sing over me, your beloved. I will sit with you. I will walk with you, and yes, in full view of all those that are watching, I will dance with You...as long as You lead.
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