You are here, You are moving; touching my heart. You are here, right here, right now; fixing what is broken. Removing any doubt, that You’re not still at work. Breaking down walls, building up a stronger faith; to what is now, a fortified love. You never stop, You’ve never stopped. Yes, the love is building; my heart is proof, the love is working. Why, come what may; the love can never be torn down. The love has been rigorously tested, why I know. There’s absolutely no dividing, a coming between… heart and soul. Even when I couldn’t yet see it, the love that goes into constructing this heart of mine; never ending, and still transforming!
I can’t speak for anyone else, but this one thing I know; beauty can come from ashes. When I got lost, within my own thoughts. Your love paved the way, so I could always find Your heart. The love was always there, to take me by the heart. A love so beautiful, light for the darkness. So, Who is This? My hope, my strength, my peace, my heart; the lover of my soul. My Daddy, My Father, Emmanuel, that’s what He is to me. He is here, moving my heart; building up a strong tower. You may never get it, or understand what I’m even talking about? That’s okay, I will never be offended; but His love, my heart will vigorously defend. I’m At Home, because my heart knows; Who You Are!
Who, What, When, Where, Why? You already know Who it’s about, perhaps also you will understand the rest. The love I know; What has made the forever shift, in heart and soul. I can tell you When, (1985) I got saved. But I can’t tell you Where, I experienced the first encounter? I believe it to be 1968, the day I took my first breath… of His love. So, Why? You see, growing up when I felt I had nobody, He was. When my heart felt lost for words, His love taught my soul how to speak. As a child, my heart had a Friend; but thirty four years ago, my soul befriended. I’ve been around religion since I could talk, in church, bible summer school; but I will never consider myself religious. Religion has attempted to destroy my faith, kill the love. My grandma set the foundation, but God… had the plan. And even though I’m telling the story, I don’t believe I’m truly able to explain my heart. You can learn scriptures, memorize words. But the truth that makes the love real, when it truly moves; from head to heart!