Jesus knows my heart
Yet He does not pull my boy by its collar
Pushing me to do this instead
My ears have nightmares about me saying
“Easy boy, easy, ” to my heart
She isn’t the allure of my heart because of lust
My boy was neutered for this sin a long time ago
Jesus understands that my boy has moved in age
And now wears dull strands on his back rather than spiked ones
I don’t want to have to take him to the pound because of her
Nor do I want to put him down with the spit of my shotgun
I’m always trying to toss her away
But my boy hears “fetch” when I try
And chases to grab hold of her
My heart and I have been together as long as I can recall
But I know that I’ve got to stop looking forward to his barks
Jesus is familiar with my boy though
And He’d give him that biscuit treat of a woman like that
If I seek His pleasure as my main priority.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem