The statistics I admit do look grim
They'd have us believe that the pickings are slim
But don't you dare believe that façade
He's a good man if he's a man of God
The Casanovas get all sorts of play
We vie for their affections, willingly become prey
They leave our hearts broken, torn and charred
When there's no one more loving than a man of God
We're blinded by ballers, shot callers and blings
Measuring his value through material things
Our superficial ways of thinking we should really discard
There's no one worth having, unless he' a man of God
We alter ourselves in fear he will leave
With surgeries and chemicals, acrylics and weaves
But your appeal is your virtue, which he holds in high regard
There's no one more appreciative than a man of God
His tone authoritative yet gentle and warm
He'll edify your spirit and speak you no harm
Whether times be good or times be hard
There's no one more supportive than a man of God
He's moral, and faithful delighting in the Lord
Equipped with breastplate, shield, helmet and sword.
Your chastity he will champion your heart he will guard
There's no one more honorable than a man of God
His prayerful countenance, enveloped in grace
You feel the love of the Father, in his look and embrace
Mended are all emotions that before him were marred
There's no one more attractive than a man of God
He'll bind you even closer to God with his glue
Forsaking all others and clinging to you
He won't leave you broken or hurt or scarred
There's no one more tender than a man of God.
With God's love on his visage, God's reflection in his life
Your greatest blessing may be becoming his wife
If you're feeling me sisters, then give a nod
Cause there ain't nothing on this earth like a man of God.
Written by Annette M. Parrott
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