The push towards, the push forth; the breakthrough. Blood, sweat, tears; the issue. The edge, a soul desperate to no longer toe the line. A heart broken, a heart in pieces; a soul desperate for peace. The push through, is the only solution. Rags to riches, a soul with a story; but a heart lost for words. There’s sometimes a hemming, the hawing; but then push past, being a slave to fear. The push through, doesn’t have to be tailor made. The Hem, what leaves the heart in Awe!
A love stitched, within the fabric of our soul. If our hearts are truly open, it becomes the covering; the love that can wipe away tears. Why stay out on the fringe, why live forever on the edge? True love is found within, Under the Canopy. There will never be a let down, but a take up. But first there has to be an alteration, a shift in what you truly believe; in the here, the now. Hot, or cold; lukewarm, a heart still undecided!
The hem, the power to restrain; the power to bind. Within a love all encompassed, a love without limits; a love Undisputed. Faith in, what gives the power to loose. Render your heart, not your garment; reap, from what you sew. With an unyielding push through, a relentless push past… the issues; hearts are renewed. Chains fall, strongholds broken. Hope found, lives changed; hearts forever set free. The underlined texture, the true commitment; a heart exposed. It’s the breakthrough, from just a simple touch; The Hem!