I have a Lover who waits for me;

 

Offers me love and blessings for free.

 

He promised any good gift, you see

 

If I accepted his ransom for me.

 

 

 

But we have not spoken for years, I concede

 

Except when I find myself in need.

 

He’s written a letter that I won’t read

 

As he might ask for change in ways not agreed.

 

 

 

When his friends get together, I choose not to go,

 

Since none who are there are people I know.

 

They sing and pray and put on a show

 

Worship and praise, I think I’ll forego.

 

 

 

I want to decide how I ought to live.

 

He might want to change me, ask me to give.

 

I claim I am his, but don’t check my motive,

 

For the things of this world are so very attractive.

 

 

 

It’s my right and my privilege to live as I choose

 

No rules, obligations or censors from pews.

 

My lover asks me to meet as he woos

 

But I turn him away, fearing taboos.