Dear Reader, this is a poem dedicated to my daughter. I wrote it after hearing about a hard trip she made to the store—a common ordeal for a single mom.
Dearest K. Bug, and anyone single and seeking a mate: Seek Jesus. He’ll come to you, but you just might find He’s hiding in someone else’s skin. So—if you’re looking—you’ll know it’s Him.
~
It should have been simple,
Of course, that’s never how it goes
But the shoes were on sale,
And not worn out at the toes
Just a few minutes is all it would take
If the kids were good, and the car didn’t break
With hope in her heart that she wouldn’t fall apart she whispered
“God I’ve heard you’re with me but right now I could use some skin
Someone to help with the children, open the stroller and be a friend”
She wondered about the man she loved and if he’d ever be true
She parked near the store
A baby bottle rolled out the door
As she changed the diaper on Tommy
And said “Please be good for mommy”
She ran inside
And grabbed her size
Just the ones she wanted
But they weren't on sale
And her face turned pale
“I’m sorry, I don’t have the money”
The people laughed, but it wasn’t funny
Johnny wanted to play
When he pulled the display
The shoes fell to the floor
As they ran out the door
With a pounding head and face turned red she cried
“God I’ve heard you’re with me but right now I could use some skin
Times like these I wonder if I should take him back again”
“He said he wanted You
Please show me if it's true"
Babies and bottles and bags and stroller
Buckled and filled and loaded
She took a breath and lifted her head, and saw him standing there
Hand in hand with some new lady, he strutted with pride and flare
“God I’ve heard you’re with me but right now I could use some skin
Someone just to hold me and help me live again
God I’ve heard you’re with me, but right now I could use some skin
God I’ve heard you are with me, but right now I really could use some skin”
As tears fell from the skies
And even more from her eyes
She looked at her babies in the rear-view mirror
And then cried so only God can hear her
“God I'll trust You—even through this pain
You walked in my shoes, so I could live again
I know you’re with me, and that You put on skin
You became a baby so You could live within"
It had been awhile
But she found her smile
And at least she knew
She'd make it through
"God I know you’re with me, thanks for putting on skin
God I know you’re with me, I can feel you within"
A knock on the window caused her to brace
There stood a handsome man with a familiar face
She’d seen him in her church before—over a few pews
And now he stood in the rain...holding a box of shoes
It started to pour
She pointed to the door
And as he slipped in
Her thought made her grin…
My—he has beautiful skin.
~
The end.
~
6 comments:
I didn't get it when I read it the first time; was confused. However, when I re-read it a couple times I "saw" my husband. Yes, my kids were several years older; yes, life was different b/c of age, etc. But, having a giving, caring man from church dropped into my life suddenly everything changed. And, yes, I have had nicer shoes than ever before in my life.
So, NOW I truly understand your lovely story.
Hi Caryjo, thanks for stopping by. A relationship can be either the best or worst thing in a person's life... so glad you've found a good one. I appreciate you telling me about the confusion -- I revised for clarity sake.
shod with the gospel of peace ...
Susan, Amen.
Beautiful story, thanks for sharing.
Denise, nice to 'see' you. Thank-you.
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