Only Believe




If I had believed those who told me

It’s God’s will that you never marry

Would I have ceased to pray

Never more asked God to grant me the desires of my heart





If I believed that the chapters yet to be written

Would never be different

From that which had gone before

Would my faith have failed me





If I believed the lies of the enemy

Doubted the goodness of God

Would I have presented my requests to Him

Confident that He is able





If I had never asked

God to bring me a godly husband

Would I have ever donned a wedding gown

Or felt your hand in mine





If I had not risked

Being embarrassed

Feeling the failure

Would I have gathered the courage to asked others to pray





If I had not heeded

The still small voice within

Would I have lacked the vision

To only believe





By Susan Bunts

September 3, 2008

Where Have You Been?

Where have you been all my life?
I know, I know…God has been shaping you,
Into the man who would one day touch my heart.

A warm smile,
Graces your face,
As a playful, teasing laugh escapes your lips.

Deep blue eyes,
And penetrating gaze,
At times…I must turn away.

Tendered heart and kind,
Caring…even for the least of these,
Bear witness to a heart transformed by his Savior.

No word goes unnoticed,
Our conversations so deep,
I could spend a lifetime getting to know you.

You treat me like a princess,
Like no man ever has,
Only time will tell…if this will have a fairytale end.

Susan Bunts
March 29, 2008

One I’ve Never Met

How is it,
That I can miss a man I’ve never met?

How is it,
That I still dream of a lifetime spent with one I’ve never known?


How is it,
That I desire to feel the warmth of an embrace that has never come?


How is it,
That I long to hold the hand of him that I’ve never held?


How is it,
That I miss the kiss from lips that I’ve never touched?


How is it,
That I can still hope that one day I may know him?


by Susan Bunts
December 3, 2007

One I’ve Never Met

How is it,
That I can miss a man I’ve never met?

How is it,
That I still dream of a lifetime spent with one I’ve never known?


How is it,
That I desire to feel the warmth of an embrace that has never come?


How is it,
That I long to hold the hand of him that I’ve never held?


How is it,
That I miss the kiss from lips that I’ve never touched?


How is it,
That I can still hope that one day I may know him?


by Susan Bunts

December 3, 2007