Underground, where life begins. In the quiet, within the stillness, through the depth. In a fertile ground, let the roots go deep. Let the water swell, your soul be well. Let the love, grow deeper. Giving the heart, an undeniable tell. The greatest love, rescue story ever read; written on the heart. That’s continually moving, forever shifting; deeply through the soul. A heart being captured, in the taking of the deepest breadth. The living hope, at the center of being. Deeply rooted, with not even a hair off. A soul anchored, nestled deep in the crevices… of love. This I know, the love is felt. It moves the heart, stirs the soul. Deep in the river, in the breadth, calmness found. Like an ocean, the love becomes a flood; the heart never wants to end. Morning, by morning; the soul rises, with the tide. For at the end, the soul will be found in… the depth, living breathlessly. This, my heart knows for sure. Living in the goodness, the well running over. In the presence, the soul will dwell. A heart, expose by the truth. Whispers of love, will forever be. Close to your heart, hovering over your soul. A heart and soul, dipped in a crimson. The love, The Living Hope!
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,” 1 Peter 1:3 ESV