I aspire to be equally yoked.
In righteousness, I want to remain cloaked.
I aim to be joined with a believer—
Not one led by Satan, the deceiver.
What fellowship do I have with darkness?
This only leads to a life of starkness.
My mate and I should be on one accord.
The both of us must have love for the Lord.
Can two walk together lest they agree?
We must be alike if one we shall be.
Oil and water unsuccessfully mix.
To think otherwise is clearly a trick.
I shall stay within the hedge of my tribe—
Tarry for the man who has the right vibe.
A son of God is my husband-to-be.
I am just waiting for him to find me.
