I grew up hearing whiny women, “Standing by their man”!
While being told by half the “Church” that this was God's whole plan!
I've spent years taking all the blame, when anything went wrong...
while everywhere I turned for help they sang the same tired song!
But, finally, I found the TRUTH, and God helped me to see,
That my part of the problem's MY responsibility!
But HIS part was no fault of mine, and he would pay that price.
So I've taken MY issues ALL to God, and put HIS on the ice!
I've ceased to listen to those who say I'm “tearing down my house”,
because I refused to cover for the self-destructive mouse!
I've finally picked up broom and pan, to sweep away the mess,
that this man has made consistently with his stubborn prideful stress!
Then, finally, found the courage, to just turn and walk away,
and let God sort it out with him, I've just pulled off to pray.
I want the will of God, of course! A thriving, solid love!
But more than empty words - this needs anointing from above.
I need this man to seek it out, to let it change his heart,
But until it does I see no choice, at all, but to depart.
Our union formed in heaven, has been chained to the earth.
I've worked to get it loose from that, while I've been giving birth!
I've worked to pull him into all that God designed this for,
but honestly I'm all worn out, waging this “marriage” war.
I can not make this man attend, to God's great will for us,
I can not by my reasoning produce togetherness!
As long as he is all content to stay up in his shell,
This marriage hasn't got the chance of a snow ball rolled to hell!
I've begged, I've pleaded, yelled and fussed, to keep the dream alive,
But now I'm out of strength at last, I just have no more drive.
So, though I know this IS GOD's WILL, and feel I've done my part,
I can not make him want me, nor can I change his heart.
I feel I must surrender all, put the dream back in God's hands!
As Abraham did with Isaac, following His God's commands.
I wanted us to stay the course. To finish the good fight.
But I feel that I'm enabling a thing that's just not right.
Three decades of doing the same old thing, because “Pastor” thinks it so,
With nothing changing, nothing working, It's pure insanity, you know?!
I've been submissive. Compliant too. As I understood those words.
But now I know that all this time I have been enabling T.U.R.D.S.,
(Tyrannical UnScriptural Religiously Deceived Subjugators) - pushing opinions for the truth,
All this time I've been enabling stubborn prideful turds – utterly uncouth!
I've learned that to The Word of GOD, THAT's where I must submit!
But to this chauvinistic rot, I owe it not one bit!
I've learned the hard way, that discernment applies to the Will of God;
exposing all the devils lies, this keeps us from the rod!
I've learned to speak the Truth in Love, though few will want to hear,
But Truth is what will set us free, from foolishness and fear!
So Truth it is! The faint will flee, the stubborn turn and pout!
But I'll no longer give my time to falsehood, or to doubt!
Be men of God, or move along! We don't need your kind here!
The flesh has nothing that we need, that flesh I'll not revere!
Get in the Word, tear strongholds down, and really learn to walk,
To love as Jesus loved His Church, it wasn't all just talk!
Stop with the playing church all day, and jamming in His name;
He's not impressed, and we're all stressed, because you play this game!
If all you men want OUR respect, then line up at the throne,
And let God wash your flesh away, give you a spine of bone!
Stop running to your brothers to protect you from your sin!
Stop tearing down the spider's webs, destroy the spider's din!
There's no excuse, Yeshua left His Spirit Power behind!
Seek Him for Anointing to renew a righteous loving mind!
I will not wait another day, for you to play around.
Our world is in big trouble, the Kingdom's lost much ground.
I'm done with raising Blessings now, I've stayed faithfully by the stuff ...
But since the “stuff” has left the nest I think that's long enough!
I am a warrior queen at heart; I must arise, be on my way!
The battle rages long and hard, I must work while it is day!
So if you want to be the King, hon, you'd best pick up the pace,
and get to training while you can, if you would win this race!
I've stood behind you long enough! As I was taught to do!
But parked cars don't go anywhere, so this old girl is through!
The jump-start cables are worn out, the tires have all gone flat!
I finally woke up with a start, and realized where we're at!
The same old place we've been for years, how could I fall asleep?
Now there's no time for sheer regret. I won't take time to weep.
I'm getting up from this old car, I've found wheels of my own!
And when and if, you ever crank, my tracks will guide you home.
The choice, as always, sits with you. You are the head, you see.
So If you want back on this neck, you'd really better be....
that man that God created, putting all the flesh to rest,
though it may not be an easy thing to finally leave YOUR nest.
But if we want to win the world, and make His Kingdom great,
We'd better not wait longer, the time has grown quite late.
We don't have many seasons left. We've used the greater part.
We must make good on this last bit, and give it all our heart.
I'd LOVE to do this WITH you, hon. But YOU must come on board.
I'll save your space, but up your pace, Start running toward The LORD.
I simply can not find the strength to wait another day,
while you are still meandering, complacently delayed.
I can not want to stay here, when I see no sign of change.
I'm starting to deteriorate, to feel weak and deranged!
So this old eagle's left the nest! It's empty anyway!
I see no reason to keep fluffing up the feathers, day by day!
I do not want to leave you here. My hopes were all around -
the day we'd fly off as a team, to take some Kingdom ground.
But I'm sensing you like the comfort here, that you're content to stay.
Yet I can't ignore the call to arms, that calls me every day!
My dreams have been the two of us, joined in The Spirit strong!
So yes this disappointment has hit me rather wrong!
But again, I can not make you dream, nor make you want to pay,
the price that it will cost you, to give our God His way!
I can't wake you from the slumber, you seem so bound to sleep.
I can't hold you to the promises that you once vowed to keep.
I can never, by my straining, make you want to be with me.
I can only pray that somehow we will share eternity?
I hope that our dear children will pick up our dropped baton,
and see the marriage battle through, to victory and beyond!
But that is not my worry, I must fight while it is day,
spending my last season on this earth, doing things God's way!
And so, For now it is good-bye, I wish you well and all,
I'm following the Spirit's voice, I've heard the Shepherd's call.
And as I've said, if you decide to join me in this dream,
then get The Spirit to catch you up - that's not too hard for Him!
Until then … Beloved by Faith ....