Coffee With No Cream

Giving myself to you

Before we say, “I do”

Would be like coffee with no cream.

Yeah, it’s like that!

It would be black

Dry and brittle

With no foam, no sizzle

Of the electric blessings

Of the glory of God when our two lips meet

It won’t be sweet

It won’t be rich

You’d be better off burying your head in a ditch

Like an ostrich

In the midst of fear

Because anything done without God in the atmosphere

Is just straight shady and weird!

Yeah, I’m “scared.”

Call me what you like

But you won’t get a taste of coffee with no cream tonight!

I’ve waited too long to receive my promise

Just to give my power to a doubting Thomas.

My love has been pressurized and brewed

By the hand of the Almighty.

Like hot homemade stew,

True love is careful not flighty;

It is not stirred up before its time.

Like a diamond expert who knows why I shine

A virtuous man should know that pressure and time form each and every facet.

A rare jewel like me is not something you come upon by accident.

I’ve been tried in the fire

Now I glint like refined gold.

You cannot acquire

Consecrated love, even if all you own is sold.

Therefore, sex outside of marriage

Is like coffee with no cream.

It’s like pushing an empty baby carriage

Or like waking up and forgetting your dream.

It’s a temporary high, an empty pleasure

That has a fatal end and a bitter taste

So, sex should be in the right context, as a treasure

Not an unbridled disgrace.