<b>“My Valentine”</b>

[Anointed Sister]

While I pondered the beauty of wanting you to be my valentine,
A thought flutters with imagery and power into the vision of my mind.
One greater—long ago, broken and bruised
Bleeding and bowed—a lover who longed to call me His own.
He longed for me, to His heart draw near,
although I was so unaware
Yet, within the depth of His collage-etched eyes I could see
great expectation filled with warmth and knowing care.
He stood, bent, certain that in spite of life’s journey—
one day, my heart I would to Him give.
He took shallow breaths of air believing that—
one day, my sorrows to Him I would bring.
He endured the thorny pain, convinced that—
one day, I would in Him come to know and trust.
He resisted not the hammered nails, certain that—
one day, I would recognize the ransom price already paid
to redeem me from my pride.
And with all that, He even looks and places me by your side
and sweetly speaks: “Daughter, you are My Valentine.”
So, as I sit and ponder; yet, this is what I would really like to share—
Jesus, the Christ.