This love is supposed to be perfect, pure…
But I’m not sleeping, this reality of a cure
To my filthiness is not all that I expected
Every day I am feeling rejected, neglected, disrespected
By the unfair situations that are arising in my outside
Relationships, this creation drifts
And wanders far away, like a dove I want to fly away
And hide away from this marriage that brings no hope, no joy.
And so I remain coy to pursue our future
That I thought was to be destined towards greatness
I have lost my faith in this relationship, this marriage
My heart is a carriage for heavy weight
Being pulled by fatigue and hate into a gloomy forest
Awaiting its next battle,
Tired of trails of travel
Tired of trails of gravel
Where is the pavement!?
Where are my payments of happiness!?
Tired of this exhaustion, this lifestyle without smiles
I lost my perspective of loyalty
To this royalty covenant
Seem like I shouldn’t exist
Why even persist in this
to this King
That I am offering
My endless complaints
Of the life I try to live without You.
I demanded payments of happiness and turned off Your paved roads
Onto gravel as I traveled into battle,
Exercising the heavyweights of hate
And fatigued myself out of faith in this marriage
I claimed to be coy, yet I walked away from joy
Drifted away from all hope
I wandered far away into outside relationships
I committed adultery, unfaithfulness
I rejected, neglected and disrespected our covenant.
My filthiness that I married You for?
My filthiness that needs Your cure?
Your love that is perfect and pure?
Oh King, please forgive me.
You gave Your life to me and it is my destiny,
To give my life to You.
My expectations of a Husband You have fully met,
My offering to You as Your wife, is my faithful debt.
Danielle Powell is a junior at Florida Atlantic University majoring in English Literature with a special interest in Communication Studies. As a single mother of four daughters, she is inspired by both her faith in Christ and her out of the ordinary life experiences. Her poetry delivers the complexity of joining the two together. Married to the King expresses the complexity of marrying the perfect man. Three years later, Ms. Powell decided to write part two, Married to the King: After the Honeymoon.