Mrs. Butterfly - finding myself

poem

my heart was dying in agony and fear, because to you, my saviour, I wasn't near.

I've Been asking God about you lately
He'd been laughing as if I was crazy
Why you favor someone so so shady?
Haven't I commanded you to chose him greatly?

I had answered you were lovely lately,
He then whispered: but this is just faintly.
Why do I always keep coming back to you?
Do you tell me lies or is this love here true?

When I met you, you told me 'bout our future.
You affirmed me just to try and venture.
No risk no fun, that's what you declared,
But God, my great God, I'm just so very scared.

First time we met under the apple tree,
Attending a talk about the Atlantic sea.
An apple fell down, next to my knee,
And as I looked up, you were looking at me.

The moment right there did not seem like a dream,
but my God has now told me this was just a scheme.
It has become clear that you were not real,
but why has my mind tricked me into thinking you're the real deal?

Took me so long to hear my King's voice,
The world made me forget, that I have a choice.
Satan kept calling, I picked up the phone,
He made me believe he was king of the throne.

God told me your name, you're called „the Sin",
God fought for me, you lose, I win.
You kept pretending that Sin is the best,
But have you forgotten, it makes a soul rotten like  pest?

When I cried for your help, for a hug, for my dear,
Satan, you fueled my cries, adding fear.
It was then, when I was at my worst,
He, Lord of heaven, made my sorrows burst.

He called my heart, my soul and my name,
A child of the most high, that's what I became.
Got freed from the vessels of Lust, hate and lie,
Satan, you sinner, my soul will not die.

Thank has to be given,
To Jesus, to God,
So far I had driven,
Without you, I tell ya, life was so odd.

Praise God.