What Do Men Want?

I want muscles,

arresting good looks,

and a whole lotta stares,

a six-pack, sweaty pits, and

barbed wire tats around my

guns, so whenever I flex,

chicks gawk.

I want what’s between my

legs, and between my ears,

idolized and worshiped.

I want to go to war,

kill some towel-heads,

get me a medal, so my

dad will say…

No…that’s not what I want.

I want Thomas’s trust

that never failed him.

David’s shock at

Goliath’s buckling knees.

Mustard seed faith

drowning mountains.

I want what any ordinary

man wants when given

extraordinary opportunities.

I won’t be pacified with

‘good and faithful servant.’

I want to hear my

Abba say…

I’m proud of you, Son.

Welcome Home.