Waiting for a Valentine
For love, the heart cries silently,
“Where are you?
When will you find me?”
Hopeful for a precious valentine.
Yet, waiting long it seeks to fill
The emptiness with its own will,
And imitations leaving lack,
Hungry for a faithful valentine.
At last a suitor is revealed,
Truth uncovered, not concealed,
Who shines with light supreme, sublime.
Are you my radiant valentine?
Love, he tells me is his name,
And Justice, he is just the same
For once he hung between two robbers on a tree –
My God, My God, my faithful valentine.
What Love is this that covers me --
And shields me from my enemies?
From death to life so powerfully,
My valiant valentine.
Your giving heart, so rare and free,
Your promise you will never leave,
Eternity of You and me,
My One true love valentine.
-- Jackie M. Johnson
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