'twas a time long ago,
when my world was oh, so young,
that a girl with flaxen hair had turned my fancy.
A true beauty, so lovely,
she delightfully graced my every thought.
Miss Emily was her name,
a preacher's daughter with an angel's face ~
cliche, yes, but 'tis true!
So prim, so proper,
she walked with a ballerina's grace
and her voice was a sweet, sweet song...
With Bible in hand, God in her heart --
I sensed she ne'er did any wrong.
She was a challenge, truth be told,
to win her heart was my goal --
I did anything just to see her smile.
I attended Sunday meetings,
even sang in the choir!
E'ery li'l thing I did was done
with hopes to win this angel's favor.
My halo shined brightly over time,
even when Emily wasn't around.
What started as bait to attract
had turned into habit ~
I became an epitome of servanthood,
expecting no reward.
She did notice me, eventually,
but by that time
my desires had changed.
What started as a facade had become my life ~
to seek God's heart, not hers --
this had become my life's mission.
Oh, sure, I have my moments -
times when I stumble, scrape my knees -
but in these many years since my youth
I've found that 'tis better living unselfishly,
loving my neighbor as myself,
than wandering this earth blindly ~
serving myself, a slave to my desires.
Bronze trophy winner
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