The Sub

She doesn’t really know when she became ‘the substitute ’
Heartache had sent her down this lane
Her heart is now an inn to broken men
Is funny because brokenness brought her to this business she now thrives in

He doesn’t love her
She knows it
He just loves the fact that she listens
His girlfriend Dianne seems to never have time
SHE on the other hand is always available on the other end of the phone
She provides the little thing he misses at home
Someone who gives him utter attention
So I guess that’s how she became his substitute

For three years now he’s been a regular customer at her inn clinic
Of course ‘it is just really close friendship’
They are 'just friends'
But he knows she gives him more than just what friends give
And he certainly gives her something
He keeps her from thinking about her pain or remembering the mistakes she made when she thought she was inlove
He keeps her from thinking about many things
Loneliness strikes just that bit less because he is around

You see is not like these men she takes in love her
They don’t
She knows
At the end of every conversion they will drop their phone and once again she'll be all alone
Every stroll in the park will end with an “I’ve got to go home”
She’s just the substitute to the girlfriend that don’t understand
She is the one that understands The one that support not so smart plans
The one called on when relationships are going wrong

She is the substitute
And oh how she hates it
Argues with others that all she has are close friendships
But she knows is more what she makes out it is

She is the substitute to many
But the truth is
They are hers as well
She uses them to fulfil everything the one she loved couldn’t give her
She compensates for his rejection by knowing they all want her
Yet no matter how much she is desired, called, business booms and she is loved by them

She always remembers they are not her own
She is not theirs
She is just a person that provides emotional comforts
She rents out her heart like a pimp will a prostitute

She knows
She is just the substituteWaiting,
Hoping that one day someone will see that she is worth more than just being the temporary
She is worth jumping into eternity with
If she could just get out this game and start over again
After all, this game is all about the blind leading blind
One day she’ll break up these 'friendships'…….one day
One day she is going to do something and stop all of this
She will experience what real love is
Someone will want her and she will feel the same
There will be no substituting again
Well maybe not on her path
Maybe from the one that finally wins her heart
Well there you go, Karma sucks
Well no matter, the sooner she gets out the better
This is a sick business and is killing her
So yea
One day she’ll tell her 'friends' is all over
One day,
Just not today
The night is coming and she needs company
She needs to feel someone loves her
Her phone rings
And with little hesitation she answers
Knowing exactly what she is doing, she answers
After all, she can't let loneliness creep in
Guilty, frightened, ashamed
She answers

To the not so modern girl

Sister girl

You’ve beaten the statistics

You’ve missed the bench mark of the critics

We can say you’ve made it

Held yourself down with self-control and perseverance

Peer pressure you didn’t take it

You refused to conform to the norm

Or submit to the form of un-codified teenage laws that makes teenagers feel they have to, got to do it to be coo, to be loved, to be know

Well done

You have a strong head on your shoulders

In it the wisdom that guard you to guard your heart

The common sense that taught you that love is more than the desires of the heart

The courage that kept you and your focus on the books and your work

Now you may see not having experience as sadness

I see greatness

Admire the resistance

The power to say no to temptation and go the distance as you are is powerful

Not depending on any boy to tell you what you are

And that is beautiful

Not allowing friends to create your persona

No you just did, you do you

And I

I admire that

I admire the fact that you have a heart so full of love yet you kept it

I admire the fact that you had and have a chance yet you reject it

I admire the fact that you know you deserve better than one night stands or anyone

You deserve the bestest

So sister girl wait for that

Someone in the same league as you’re at

Having the experience don’t mean jack if all they thought you were good for was the sack and not a ring to match

So wait

Like you patiently do already

Wait

It will take continuous patience

But wait

Don’t let them powerful feelings of wanting to be loved

Make you choose the love of anyone

That special someone is out there so wait for him

See I

I get lonely too

Wondering eyes and hopeful mind thinking when is cupid going to come through

Imaginations wondering when I could be more than one but two

See I

I get lonely too

And you’re right, there’s no feminist movement that can drive out the desire for a man inside of you

We were created to feel that desire of having a man

It’s in our nature to crave someone

So understand that many even the most powerful women feel the same

Even if they don’t say  

Who doesn’t want a man to come home too?

Someone to love and love you

To be chosen yet to choose

See I understand what you want, I want it, and many women do

And the weight of waiting to meet that person can sometimes beat heavily on you

But let me tell you

You’ve come this far now, what’s a year or two lol

Wait for him

Let him find you

He’s coming

Let me assure you

Like the diamond that you are you are worth his search

Like the gold that you are you are worth the hunt

Sometimes it takes the longest time to get to the gold mines

But when you do, you’ll appreciate every time and effort you took to find the treasure you’ll find

And sister girl

You are that treasure

And he will be that treasure for you

And all the pre-marital groans will the lost when he finds you

And every bruise loneliness left you on the road to finding the one you want will be worth it when you know, that you know, he’s the one for you

Till then just know

That we, we get lonely too

There are many wo/men like you

Hymn of the WEEK! Well been hymn of the year so far

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSpYz-Y6gq4http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSpYz-Y6gq4

What a poem!

I had walked life’s way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comfort and pleasures led,
Until one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face.

With station and rank and wealth for my goal,
Much thought for my body, but none for my soul,
I had entered to win in life’s mad race,
When I met the Master face to face.

I met Him, and knew Him and blushed to see
That His eyes full of sorrow, were fixed on me;
And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
While my castles melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished and in their place
Naught else did I see but the Masters face.
And I cried aloud, “Oh, make me meet
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.”

My thought is now for the souls of men,
I have lost my life to find it again,
E’er since one day in a quite place
I met the Master face to face.

Author: Unknown

“The Christian should be like those lovely spring flowers which, when the sun is shining, open their golden cups, as if saying, "Fill us with thy beams!" but when the sun is hidden behind a cloud, they close their cups and droop their heads”. Spurgeon

The son’s flower

Your light strengthens me

Your rain helps me to grow

You know just how to feed me

Make me as beautiful as you

In your presence I flourish

You make me the beauty for eyes to see

And oh how wonderful it is when people see beyond me

And glorify you, the reason of my existence

 Oh fill me with your beams

For when behind the clouds you hide

My head drops, your presence I need