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.