Dear Lord

At night I toss and turn,
trying to find the most comfortable spot on your chest
failing to realize, its just my lumpy pillow
the thud I thought was your heart beat
was the air conditioner turning on
I didn't want to be cool if I couldn't feel your warm embrace
The sudden realization, I couldn't forget this strangers face
But he was a stranger no more
He was my Blessing, my angel, my lord
I was Ruth and born for such a time as this
to look upon your face and kiss your lips
to wash your feet with my tears and hair
My heart was over joyed when I read your words, oh lord
in the bible, In the letter that Paul wrote to Titus,
I read your words,
"so that those who believed in God may be careful to devote themselves to Good works. These things are excellent and profitable for people, but avoid foolish controversies, genealogies, dissensions and quarrels about the law, for they are unprofitable and worthless" - Titus 3:8-9
I felt my little head about to pop off
He was/is the Lords messenger, and he spoke to me saying,
"And let our people learn to devote themselves to good works, so as to help cases of urgent need, and not be unfruitful." Titus 3:14
I had offered up my honest prayer and asked the Lord to me show me what I needed to understand
So that I may submit to the will of the Lord
And he heard the desires of my heart and answered my prayer,
So in the words of Ruth
Lord I submit to you.