This poem is one that turned into something quite different from what I set out to write. \u00a0It was written June 11, 2015. \u00a0It is a story about a journey through life of a little girl who seeks what we all seek: \u00a0Love returned to us. \u00a0I like it and I pray that someone else can find it inspiring and useful.<\/p>\n
Love unrequited Just a baby girl needing food and to be held tight. Later in life, the girl had grown quite a bit and reached her teens. After high school, she met a young man, not like the other boys. Some time later she heard a preacher talk about sin and repreive. She gave her heart and her life to God that day and she didn’t regret, This poem is one that turned into something quite different from what I set out to write. \u00a0It was written June 11, 2015. \u00a0It is a story about a journey through life of a little girl who seeks what we all seek: \u00a0Love returned to us. \u00a0I like it and I pray that someone else […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"Love Unrequited","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[6,30],"tags":[25,14,17,34,20,26,18,19],"class_list":["post-277","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal","category-poetry","tag-forgiveness","tag-god","tag-grace","tag-hope","tag-jesus","tag-love","tag-mercy","tag-salvation"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3Mji6-4t","jetpack_likes_enabled":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=277"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":278,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277\/revisions\/278"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=277"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=277"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=277"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nby Butch Evans
\nJune 11, 2015<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nUnloving arms shook her and frightened her in the night.
\nThe baby girl was unaware the reasons why and she didn’t care.
\nShe wanted only to be released from the horror of her nightmare.
\nShe loved the big people and some of them were delighted
\nBut the one called “Mom” left her love unrequited.<\/p>\n
\nThe other girls saw only her tattered clothes and they were quite mean.
\nShe was a friendly type but she was not appreciated at home,
\nAlmost as bad, the kids at her school made her feel she was all alone.
\nBut the boys that were there would touch her, but it made her feel slighted.
\nThey never stayed after getting what they wanted and her love was unrequited.<\/p>\n
\nHe didn’t touch her or hit her and treat her like a broken Christmas toy.
\nHe called her “Princess” and his hugs made her feel safe and warm.
\nShe wanted to love, but it was hard to do and her heart felt torn.
\nHe continued to treat her kindly and when he saw her, he felt excited,
\nBut she didn’t understand real love and this boys love was unrequited.<\/p>\n
\nShe wasn’t sure what to think, but she listened and began to believe.
\nShe wanted so badly to feel what this preacher was calling love.
\nShe felt the Spirit of God move in her heart and it fit like a glove.
\nShe listened as the preacher read from Psalm 136. Reading, the preacher recited:
\n“His love endures forever.” But she feared that her love would still be unrequited.<\/p>\n
\nBecause she felt the love of God renewed each day, she couldn’t forget.
\nShe was a new creation in more ways than just what people could see.
\nShe could not understand it all or comprehend just how it could be.
\nThat a woman like her was worthy of the feelings that this love ignited.
\nFINALLY, she knew love the way it was meant to be. Her love for God was fully requited.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"