Other Lovers

Our Lord wants no rivals

We give sanctuary and they won't depart

While we lift up his holy name

With an adulterous spirit in our hearts

Entertaining other lovers

Who can only cause us pain

And separate us from our source of life

and leave us with their stain.

I could feel your arms around me and begin to understan

What it is to fel secure- engraved on the palm of your hand

Yet I play the game and play the part-And pretend to understand

While my cheating heart would drive the nails -Once again into your hands.

I'm no different than the murderer

In my premeditated, calculated crimes

No diff'rent than the prostitute

Who sells purity for a lie

Yet by grace Jesus reached out toi me

Called me Bride and called me blessed

Choise me to live in His sufficiency

By his trustworthiness

I could feel your arms around me and begin to understan

What it is to fel secure- engraved on the palm of your hand

Yet I play the game and play the part-And pretend to understand

While my cheating heart would drive the nails -Once again into your hands.

June 1,1990

Anthony Foster