I have something, I have found something… special. So precious, but yet not my own; it was bought. So how can I ever deny, that it’s not You… that gave it to me? You put it there, You left Your mark… etched forever upon it. I don’t know why, how someone like me; ended up with such a gift? Why, would You even think of me? When so many times, it seems more than I deserved. I know it’s not fate, this is predestined. Why, I must concede, yield; but mount a relentless pursuit. I just needed to learn, how to get off my high horse. My mind can’t also comprehend, why I don’t rely on what I think. This was never about, how a mind thinketh!
Even with the mistakes, all the times I said no. Maybe tomorrow, I will give it back. You have been patient, far too kind, so so good; no… Amazing. But who am I, why would You think… I was even worthy of it? All these years, You never left me. Stayed through the ups and downs, in the middle of my mess. Even though I sometimes felt, to keep it locked up… deep within. Now I say, here I am. Forever and always, it will be available. Word by word, not just how the truth will unfold, but how Your love will be told. Whenever You feel there’s a need, take hold of it. Don’t hesitate to use it, to put Your love on display. Whenever You need me to give it up, for someone in need; I will raise a Hallelujah. I will say yes, would absolutely love to… be part of Your story. For I have something, and I’m absolutely sure; it belongs to You!
When I had no words, Your love became the voice. You filled the void, and left so much love. When I felt it was broken, You said not to You. Even when I thought it was so flawed, You said it was perfect. You see beautiful, in to me You see. It’s hasn’t always been clean hands, but behind the veil. Behind what I desperately tried not to reveal, You saw something becoming… pure. You see, right there; that’s what I’m talking about! It’s things like that, words I can hold so close. You keep leaving pieces of Your love, echoing over and over inside. It has left such a deep impression, a love that resonates profoundly within, and resounds deeply!
What can I say, grateful would even be an understatement. It doesn’t belong to me, this heart of mine. Someday, may there be proof. That Your love has shaped me, into a man… after Your own heart. Many may never get it, may never truly see why? But all will be revealed, when My heart, My soul, My passion, My love, My breath; has no more words. I say My, but I know; the I Am, is You. My Hallelujah, It Belongs to You!
“But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me!” 2 Corinthians 12:9 NIV