WHEN YOU HAVE NO VALENTINE
I am a solitary girl, I have no valentine
No one to flower me with gifts, no symphonies of wine
There are no sweet surprises for delivery today,
No serenade of love songs—no rosy red bouquet
But though the world can’t see Him, my Lover draws me near
And though the world can’t hear Him, His voice rings true and clear
And He has gone beyond the simple valentine of red—
He laid aside His very life and let His blood be shed
I know that it would be a shame for me to disregard
His sacrifice of love for me, His face so bruised and marred
For what the Lord has given me is more than human love
It surpasses every gift that I have daydreamed of
And in my heart He’s giving still—a ring of purest fire
Teaches me that I am His—His treasure and desire
I am a solitary girl without a valentine—
Yet I am my Beloved’s, and He, by grace, is mine.
–by Rita Hartje
