Observation from literally driving by someone and then writing this.

I need to address
The black dress you
Were wearing, the Friday
Night life wearing you bright,
Wearing you tight and locked
Up on the inside, you waited
And seemed to wait for an arrival,
For survival—black became red
And you waited again for Him to
Show, for Him to know that you needed
To know how love would shape your
Future, your plans, your body cried
For acceptance, your heart was with
Resistance, what you needed was not
Physical touch but something deep,
Something to cling to, for Jesus to
Know you—can you stay in that black
Dress, can you stay waiting, for love
To change you, for the freeway to take
You? Wait, I say, wait on Him!

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