I’m Not A Yo-yo But The Slingshot
We were married only for a brief moment
During that time you tried to take me through some sort of torment
Just because you moved me away from my family
Oh but, baby boy you were in for a homily!
You thought you could walk me like a dog,
Trying to play mind games and have me in some sort of fog.
You tried to put me in some sort of Sleeper
But failed to remember the LORD is my Keeper.
You said you was at work, but I knew you were Around the Corner
I was sad and hurt, but then realized you were about to be torn asunder
You didn’t think I wouldn’t know you were Rockin the Baby?
Foolish man, God was about to strike, but not until he had me in safety.
You tried to take me around the world
But in the end it was you who was in for a whirl.
I rose to the occasion and proved you wrong
You see you thought that you could break my spirit
But you failed to realize I was not having it.
You, my dear you were once a man with a great call
Until you decided the way of ole King Saul
You forgot I’m the daughter of the Most High God
And with my slingshot and five smooth stones God used them as HIS ROD
The slingshot was made of the rightly divided WORD
It’s what HE watches over and hastens to perform.
Your mind was seared with a hot iron since you refused to conform.
First stone was made of prayer
You tried to run up on me, but you heard God’s warning so you didn’t dare
Second stone was made of fasting
The more I did that; your punishment by HIM was lasting.
You forgot the passage that read Vengeance is mine I will repay
You see, my dear I forgave your offense, which compelled God to become my defense.
Third stone was made of praise
For I knew after the divorce I would be raised
Out of darkness into the marvelous light
I was getting ready for my first class flight
The fourth stone was of worship
For I knew my freedom was nigh
He turned my mourning into gladness
My sorrow into joy
My worship became a dance
One that would shake the gates
And seal your fate
The fifth stone was God’s Psalms 37:13 laughter…
For it was He who allowed your life to become a great disaster.
No one to blame, but yourself
Don’t try to return for the fourth time as I told you from the beginning I couldn’t care less.
No longer do I settle for a mediocre King Saul of a jackass
I’m patiently waiting for my true virtuous husband who’s similar to Boaz
(c) 2011 Tabitha Vinson. All rights reserved worldwide.