My heart and flesh long for your warm embrace,
the feel of your lips, the gaze of your face.
Everything in me says, “yes, you’re the one,
my happiness, my all, my shining sun.”
The world says, “go, have him, know him, he’s yours.”
My flesh wants you, but my soul knows there’s more.
Your arms make me feel wanted and secure.
It’s playing with fire trying to stay pure.
My heart sings when you say I’m adored,
but really what is it my soul longs for?
Boyfriend, you were not created for me
and neither was I made for you simply.
Each were made to glorify God above,
to know Him intimately and to love.
As much as I love you, I love Him more.
It’s my Father my soul truly longs for.
The closer we get, the more I can see,
it’s only Jesus that can set us free.
I don’t want you to think I’m ditching you;
to do so would break my heart into two.
I’m saying let’s keep our eyes on the prize:
the eternal which truly satisfies.
I love our sweet love, but His sets us free.
We’re better together on bended knee.