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You might be the first person I’ve met who runs later than me.

Tardiness runs in my blood — I can hardly help myself.

I’m late because I’m fixing my makeup.

You’re late because you’re out saving the world, or at least,

That’s what you tell me.

You say other women listen, but I watch you.

There’s more I can learn that way even if that’s not what women are supposed to do.

You say you pray God heals me but I need to heal you —

Before everything you’ve worked for is on the ground in pieces before you.

I’m not the kind of woman most men meet, but I know men just like you.

Men on a mission to save people from themselves but couldn’t grapple with emotion if they Tried to.

You want to save me because you don’t know how to save you.

You’re a man, nobody comes through for you,

You say that’s not what women do, but you’re carrying babies and changing diapers

Being dad and mom, too, and mom is not what men do,

Not if they don’t have to.

It’s funny because you spend all your time telling me about the things you aren’t,

Letting me know that you’re not like other men

But you would be even if you tried not to be, that’s all you know how to do.

It’s not your fault and I’m not in any way slighted but just like other men do,

The push to set yourself apart is really what unites all of you.

And I’d say I don’t know why you feel like you have to carry the weight of the world on your Shoulders, but I know exactly why you do.

I saw it in my father, too.

The push to keep ya head up even if the burden you’re carrying weighs twice as much as you Do,

Even if it drags behind you.

That’s all you feel that you can be; that’s all that you know how to do.

Tell me you’re saved but I have some scripture that could save you,

A God who watches over you and cares about the hell you’re going through.

I know you know Him but sometimes I wonder if you know you…

Or if you only know who you’re supposed to be and convince yourself that in the mirror,

That’s what you see.

I see your eyes looking back at me,

The pilot light that refuses to go out

Dancing with the ghosts of who you thought that you and your ex could be.

You don’t have to tell me,

Nor do you have to be ashamed,

for to be a man is not to be devoid of emotion,

Say you’re unplugged but I want you to know you don’t have to

Believe everything they feed you.

Used to be my safe place, you should know I can keep you safe, too.

Don’t have to be your girl to be the woman who protects you.

Superman, take off your cape and stay awhile, I’ll pray for you.

Flying around saving women like me but it’s only Christ we’re saved through

Searching the world for a wife like it’s the meaning of your life, well it’s not even me this time

God has something for you

There is no one who seeks the Lord of Hosts

Especially not the ones who say they do, and

I’m not strong enough but there’s One who is so let Him carry you

I can’t slow you down but I see the God of Jacob coming through.

There’s nothing you have left to prove.

Let Him carry you.




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