Saved
If my body is a temple,
you are my act of worship.
I yearn for your touch,
yet they quote "the Truth."
I indulge in your warmth,
and they reference "the Word."
I trace the lines of your lips,
only they point to "the Lord."
"the Truth" be told,
it is only you I desire to hold.
"the Word" above,
is that I need only your love.
"the Him" I want,
even their criticism cannot daunt.
They pray to their savior,
and prey on mine.