Dying To Be Loved

Would you have gone there if you knew she needed to be saved? Desiring for you to love her? More than a pair of high heels on a rainy day? How could you not have seen that the woman that lay beneath you was dying? Dying to be loved. She smiled and moaned feeding your pride, but what you heard was the cry of her insides. Insides moaned as scars split open, bleeding, disrupted, aggravated by your touch. Not moaning in passion but moaning in pain. You in a place you weren't created to be. Couldn't you see that she was dying? Dying to be loved. She wanted to be loved and you with your prideful agenda entered into a place your covenant commanded not to go. Inward parts moaned, bled, cried out “I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED!” Emotional pain you inflicted. Pain traveling depths far beyond your exit. You blinded by deceit and darkness stood unable to see that the woman with tears falling reaching one last time for your hand was dying, dying to be loved. A hidden treasure placed within her waiting to be discovered. Treasure inside a secret place you were not designed to reach. Designed only for the one who would appreciate its worth, gently soothing the scars within her. A created treasure all your own waiting at home. Worth unseen past prideful endeavor. She too lay dying, dying to be loved. I will reach deep telling this woman that in which you could not. I will tell her that she is worthy, worthy to be loved. I will tell her of the beautiful treasure she possess within. I will tell her that she is loved, loved by The Creator and loved by me. I will tell her of your transformation, the grace you are now cloaked in. I will tell her that I too walked in her shoes seeking, searching, insides crying out. I will tell her that I no longer lay dying to be loved. I now live and live because I have met The Creator Love.