Three

Quiet and shy, alone in her mind
Bottled up emotion sits on a shelf
Waiting to for someone to find
Three to free her soul from itself

Doubtful thoughts fill her heart
The fear and worry she cannot shout
Not wanting or able to ever part
Three to free her soul from doubt

Silently she waits to be, has to be freed
Playing at life, though but a child's game
For they can release her from this need
Three to free her soul from bitter shame

Three with whom she can safely confide
Three with whom she confesses her heart
Three with whom she cannot bear to hide
Three with whom she twill always impart

Three sent down to me from above,
Caring for and listening to this sheep,
A friend, a Master and a husband to love
Three to free my soul, three to keep