Sometimes in this short life

We are allowed to meet

Someone who brings understanding

To God's words to Eve

This man you will desire

And bring forth his children in pain.

Not the joy of motherhood but

The joy of knowing this man

Makes the pain all bearable.

Having been given this glimpse;

The joy of knowing this soul mate

Only to be told...

He's doesn’t belong to you

You can't have him.

You cry, you scream, you beg

Why, Lord, was I give this short

Interlude if it's not my destiny?

In the calm after the storm,

You hear the quiet voice saying

Be still, my child, and listen.

You are so busy,

So full of yourself,

So determined to do it your way

That a glimpse is required

To show you what you can

Have if you would

But let me choose for you.