The Girl I’ve Never Met
This poem is one of several poems written by a talented young man that I met at AU, Robbie Ballew. I was so amazed when I read his poetry, that I asked his permission to share them with you to encourage you (thanks Robbie!).
The Girl I’ve Never Met
By Robbie Ballew
Where is the girl who’ll stand beside me
Who won’t give out her love so lightly
Angels guard her at her feet
She’s the one I long to meet
She studies the Bible everyday
And pleases God in every way
Her beauty is like countless fields of flowers
Being watered by mid-spring showers
Yet she does not flirt or flaunt or tease
Because she’s saving it all, just for me
All of her problems, I will mend
And to our love there will be no end
Her every movement shines with glory from above
And her very presence brings peace like a dove
My commitment to her will be forever
And every day we will pray together
No matter if we hunger or thirst
In everything we will put God first
The least I can give her is all of my life
And I’ll have no greater joy than to call her my wife
I’ll give her my love without regret
She is the girl I’ve never met







June 25th, 2008 at 10:47 pm
Very truthful! (and beautiful)
Makes me stop and think.
Thanks for the great blog!
June 26th, 2008 at 7:43 am
Thanks Kaysie, It made me stop and think also!
I love both of your blogs, as well, and I will add them to my blogroll.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:56 pm
Wow. Thanks Alli!
June 27th, 2008 at 2:26 pm
I just came across the link to this site form the Rebelution site. I totally love this poem! The girl described is one that I am striving to become.
June 29th, 2008 at 5:39 am
beautiful, and so encouraging. thank you =)
July 1st, 2008 at 10:25 pm
chill bumps.
July 4th, 2008 at 10:20 am
Aw! I love that. It’s so nice to hear a godly guy’s point of view
July 9th, 2008 at 2:55 pm
this is a really good poem keep it up
August 1st, 2008 at 12:12 pm
There is a boy I long to find,
who worships God with all his mind;
whose fragrant poems and delicate prose
discuss romance and the size of my nose*.
His descriptions are apt (a man of brains)
with countless fields and refreshing rains.
His words always rhyme; his lines always scan:
I know it! I feel it! He must be my man…?
Yet he promises all to the girl of his dreams,
not a girl that he’s met or a girl (so it seems)
he knows how to woo or to court or to win.
* Song of Songs 7:4