What’s Your Hurry?
What’s your hurry, you’re only 19,
Just beginning to live, only learning to give.
Consumed by a feeling, a thing you call love,
It’s so strong, what could go wrong.
I know a man, who thought he was ready,
22 years, we’re old enough,
We know what’s right, why should we wait.
Today he turned 30, and he’s all alone,
She’s got the kids, they have a new daddy,
He just couldn’t see, what could go wrong.
Consumed by a feeling, a thing you call love,
Feelings so strong, will they last very long?
I know a woman, she’s 25,
A few years ago, she made the dive.
In just a short time, she knew it would last,
Now dreams of missed opportunities, lost times in the past.
She worries about day care, longs for another,
She knows the struggle, of a single mother.
Consumed by a feeling, a thing you call love,
Feelings so strong, where do they belong?
Don’t listen to them, those selfish desires,
The confidence they build, will tear you like briars.
It’s time that you learned, what’s right and what’s wrong,
Love’s not a feeling, it’s where you belong.
It’s forsaking self, submitting to God,
Admitting your weakness, ending the facade.
Temperate and patient, humbly it waits,
It trusts, never fails, has no reason to rush,
When it’s real, it’s true, faithful and growing in time.
So, what’s your hurry, you’re being consumed,
Feeding your flesh, you lose control,
Not giving love, a chance to grow.
Consumed by a feeling, a thing you call love,
Feelings so strong, are they from above?
-Roger Deemer, 30 October 1988