Show me the man with God’s own heart
Not one~, with gifting, who’ll later depart
Mr. Right will graciously receives me as God’s gift
Asking my hand, divinely; supportive through a rift
This type of man will see past the small negatives
He is programmed by God~ for ultimate positives
Once I would have settled for second-hand, at best
Without such a man, though, my search will finally rest
I just don’t want to know the average man, anymore
This lady’s got no baggage; only God’s awesome floor
Hear me, one and all, short and tall; you weak and undone
With more than meets the eye, I want God’s choice~ or none
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