You were my biblical man.
It was hard to understand.
I know that I prayed and tried.
When I was ready to give up,
I prayed some more.
I was drunk on your honesty.
I gave you high praise for your faithfulness.
That was so hard to find those days.
Much like in the biblical days,
years before either of us
were ever created.
You proved yourself time and time again.
I had hope again.
With nothing to lose,
and all to gain,
I wanted to love again.
Every day, I lived with
a heart too honest to give
to just any man.
Someday, you’ll understand.
You might’ve been my soul mate,
my biblical man.
