Levi Heart

To live a life of service
Is more than vocation.
It is predestination.
I came wired this way.

To serve is in my blood.
As surely as my eye color,
Is his, so my need to serve
Is from him, the Father I  love.

The one who expected of me:
Nobility, strength, service.
The one who lifted me up,
Defined me, shaped my heart.

The heart you claim to love.
But it is not of gold, no not
Of such finery am I made.
My heart was forged of blue steel.

I am a Levite,
Not one landed,
No entitlement,
Except what I earn.

I am the redeemer,
Not the redeemed.
White-hot are the eternal flames
That forged me, heart and soul.

So if you, tender one,
Dare to love this heart
Be forewarned:
I am one spoken for.

By Lineage,By Love,
By All that is Sacred,
I have already sworn my devotion:
To duty, to others, to service.

My heart is not free,
Not mine to give to you,
Forsaking all others,
For my heart is a Levi Heart.

But dare to love me anyway.
Offer you up to me as an offering.
Make your tithe. As you swore.
Then give me all the rest of you...

If this be blasphemy,
Strike me down
With my own sword,
For I can ask no less.

-- 04/06/2011