I found true love at the age of ten, when I saw her I said she’s mine,

Dressed in pink with bows in her hair, so beautiful and so divine.

In the lunch line or at recess, I tried to catch her eye,

But when she looked, I looked away; I was being oh so sly.

As time went on and we grew up, I’d look for her at school,

And when I caught her lookin’ back, I winked to be really cool.

Through junior high then high school, she went to the prom with me,

‘Cause she was wearin’ a diamond ring that told the world she belonged to me.

Or life was like a fairy tale, we were blessed at every turn,

Then one day my world just stopped, they found her car had wrecked and burned.

It had rained that day, the road was slick; she went sliding off the curve,

I screamed and cried and cursed at God, this was something I didn’t deserve.

But God couldn’t hear me, because I was lost, Jesus Christ was not my King,

I never needed Him ‘cause my life had been good, I didn’t need a thing.

Except right now with my true love gone, I demanded of God above,

Change what had happened and prove He was real; it was me that He really loved.

I was in a great fog for weeks with on end, my true love in the cold cold ground,

Condolences said, her things packed away, comfort no where to be found.

Then one day the mail man came with a card that was addressed to me,

He said it got lost but it happened sometimes, in her hand writing I knew it would be.

I began to shake and fell to my knees; I opened the card as I cried,

Knowing inside the last words of my love, she wrote it just before she had died.

It was a card about God and His love and thankful that we had been blessed,

Then through the card, God had answered my prayer and to Jesus I began to confess.

I thought of that day many weeks long gone and how I demanded of God above,

To change what had happened, prove to me he was real, that I was the one that He loved.

He answered my prayer the way I had asked; even in anger He still loved me,

It’s as simple as that to Jesus confess, He’ll become real as He is to me.

Copyright 2005 JEC