The Heart of Worship!

Every day, every hour, every minute, every second; with every heartbeat. Let your first love, be a heart of worship. A heart, moved by the breadth. The purest love, from a heart and soul; surrendered to the One. Let it be a lifestyle, for a lifetime; the air you breathe, to the end of your days. Every breath, likened to a breathtaking symphony, and a glorious hymn. Let love be in the rhythm, that soothes the blues. Let the beauty of His love, leave your heart in a breathless awe, of the wonder. A soul, experiencing the height, the length, the depth. A heart pouring love, until every drop becomes no more. Hush the day, to let your worship, wholeheartedly speak. The heart of God, is listening. Let His heart know, “His love,” is the reason. Why your soul, knows the greatest love song. It’s not about, what words are said, or learning the art. Just about having, The Heart of Worship!

“Sing to the LORD, all the earth; Proclaim the good news of His salvation from day to day. Declare His glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all peoples. For great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; He is also to be feared [with awe-filled reverence] above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are [lifeless] idols, But the LORD made the heavens. Splendor and majesty are [found] in His presence; Strength and joy are [found] in His place (sanctuary). Ascribe to the LORD, O families of the peoples, Ascribe to the LORD glory and honor and strength. Ascribe to the LORD the glory and honor due His name; Bring an offering [of thanksgiving], and come before Him; Worship the LORD in the splendor of holiness. Tremble [reverently] before Him, all the earth; The world is firmly established, it will not be moved. Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; And let them say among the nations, “The LORD reigns.” 1 Chronicles 16:23-31 AMP

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My heart!

My heart, the noted description; blessed, first and foremost. Although, my heart bleeds, this I must concede. Life, is but a breath. A soul, faced with the undertaking. Trying to be still, when the heart finds ache. A heart, knowing full indeed. Every heartbeat, moving with ease, but drowning in the deepest place. A silent river, knowing depth in an ocean. Deep within my soul, love through and through. It moves, it compels. My heart, it swells. My soul, it is well. Pieces you won’t see, for peace I have found. Breadth, what becomes the spell bound. When breath, becomes a soul living; in the deeper meaning. My heart, wants to scream. My soul, wants to cry. But, my faith will never die. As I, draw closer to Your heart. To lose myself, in the unfathomable depth!

My, my, my; my hallelujah, what my soul will forever raise. To the giver, of a grace no heart can ever earn. The mender, of what the day finds broken. To never be found shattered. Up from ashes, a soul soars like an eagle. A heart, every breath forever held. To let the love, show a soul how to deeply breathe. A heart and soul, moved by a breathless dance. A heart, called to have many titles; but answer, to one name. My heart, and the love in; be everything. A soul, that won’t be free… without it. A heart not knowing glee, without it being freedom… in me. In every breath, I breathe. In love, every breadth will be. An alabaster heart, flush with the warmth of amazing love. King of my heart, though a heart break. Wholly, will it be placed in your loving care. To let my soul know, nothing missing; though broken. My soul, being in You; will be a rescue story. My heart, called forever by You… Love!

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Song Inspired; Trenches!

When the day, won’t let your heart breathe. When breathless, turns into another battle. When breathing, becomes more than what’s in the give and take. When the moment, becomes your heart on display, and the truth being told. When trouble, finds your heart. Do you ditch your faith, or faithfully let your hope dig in? It’s so easy, to bury your heart, in the sands of time. Pretend you can’t hear, what your heart can undeniably feel; breath has been taken. The year, and the day begins anew. Every day, the heart and another battle. My world, and the day warring. Trying, to get the best of me. Death, an enemy so relentless. Already this year, it sought to take out my wife; but mercy said no. Only for our hearts, to be absolutely blindsided. The death of a child, caught in the crossfire. Though, hearts are deep in the trenches. Thank God, we can know; amazing grace, still has the sweetest sound. A heart, never alone in the battles. I’ve learned, to let grace be the anchor, that secures every breath. I can’t, always say my heart is fine; but my soul cleaves, to the glory of the divine. Cover fire, in the love of God; the burning light of hope!

My heart, has spent many years in the trenches. Trying my best, to cover hearts. Especially, the ones closest to mine. What do you do, when a light gets snuffed out? For me, and my heart; I turn to the one, who knows suffering. Love, will always have the final say. A heart, that can triumphantly say; Yay. When the circumstance seems, a resounding nay. In the trenches, I’ve found that battle scars. Doesn’t show a soul losing, just a heart tested. In the trench, a heart can still see so much evidence. That in every breath taking, love becomes held deeply; pressed up against your soul. Even when, night becomes the daunting foe. What dawns, will clearly show. Beyond the horizon, there awaits a field of gold; the half yet told. For even though, voices are the barrage. My heart, clings to the love; that’s never a mirage. Putting up walls, will never keep hurt out. It will, just keep the pain in. Trapped, with no place to go. Sometimes, it’s not about forging ahead; but training your heart, how to know the moment. To not just press on, but when it’s time to press in. My soul, will never breathe defeat. In the surrender, my heart finds victory. God’s love, climbs in the trenches. To hold steady my soul, and fight along side my heart; through every season!

When, overwhelmed is the incoming; and tears the outpouring. Fighting back, easier said than done. A soul, deep in the trenches. A heart pacing, trying not to act quick. So that sinking, doesn’t become the sand. Though, deep in the pit. The feeling, will never turn to dismay. Reaching deep in the quiver, I aim the arrow high. When, the moment becomes the darkest. I don’t look left, or right; but to the light of heaven. In a trench, a crimson love flows. Wide as an ocean, width a trench so deep. Even when, the walk finds a crossroad. My heart, will surely be surrounded. The God of love, waiting in the shadows. To be a refuge, and a fortress. Deep in the trenches, though a heart; heavily under fire. My faith, will never be defenseless. For my hope, never abandoned. As the heart, wades through the water. I hear love say, “It is finished” Out of the shadows, wheeling the breadth of His love; it’s a moment for recompense. For a heart, that stands its ground. Focused on The One, who leads my battles. That’s how, I fight my battles; in the trenches!

Trenches, a song by; Tauren Wells. Released, 2020

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In Our Hearts!

Where do I start, when your heart knows. The beginning starts with life, is but a breath. What do you say, what can I say? When I don’t have words, when words will never be enough? What do you do, when words are heard; but no one, will never understand your heart. A heart that aches, for every breath is tightly held. This day, seems a dream. That will leave a heart feeling, what happens in the wake!

Who is, Justinea Angelina Richards?

She’s March 9, 1990. A born fighter, weighing in @ 6lbs, 5 ounces. Our baby girl, ready for the world @ 37 weeks. I held her, as her love held my breath. My soul leaped to the heavens, an angel gave my heart wings. She had a smile, that knew how to brighten a heart for days. Her presence, could capture every gaze. Even, the unexpected heart. A baby girl, become a little lady. Who turned a teen, with a heart so keen. Our miss Independant thinker, her intelligence not in spoken words. A woman, with so much hopes and dreams. To see every heart touched, by the light of her love. She’s a daughter, a sister, a friend. A heart loved, beyond just family, and friends!

You Live!

You live, in our heart, in our soul. You live, because we won’t forget, we won’t let the memories fade. You live, because time can’t erase. What a heart won’t let be erased, through the sands of time. You live, in what the night can’t eclipse, in what the day can’t hide. You live, in the reflections, in the lasting impressions. You lived, you’re living, you will live; forever… in our hearts!

In loving Memory, of our baby girl!

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The Chill Mix!

A soul laid back, against a heart; that will always have my back. My heart, kicking it. My soul, deeply loving it. My love, knowing how to chill. Every day, another this; the chill, with a new remix. Though the wind blows, and the occasional chill felt within the bones. My heart’s relaxed, knowing the best yet to be told. Even if, the weather becomes cold. My heart, won’t contemplate the whether. To chill, so my soul can be still. For, whatever the day has to behold. A heart, must be willing to boldly go. With the blood flowing, and the soul truly knowing. It’s a heart, that never mix being a bit shaken. With being a soul forever stirred, by this one factor. In this heart of mine, the love You breathlessly hold. Nothing but love, whispered underneath every breath. Mixed up platitudes, never in this heart full of so much gratitude. Every day, the chill, in the bliss. The love, no doubt. My soul, and another slow jam; love dancing with my heart. The breadth, so soothing. Every heartbeat, what my heart proving; the love’s moving. In a love so strong, every beat; playing the greatest love song. How can a heart, ever go wrong? When the love plays deeply, soulfully; with the sweetest melody. My heart, in the rhythm. My soul, in the groove. My stringed instrument, a heart and soul; laid back!

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A Diary Story; The Stolen Moments!

You would think, that after all these years. A heart, might begin to see a change. This heart of mine, still up to such thieving ways. Thirty five, the years; not even one day, will there be any regrets. For a heart and soul, wanting to in for life. The confession, will bear my soul. This, not a dilemma; this is my; unapologetic disclaimer “Every stolen moment, your love forever written on my heart. The love, etched deep in the crevices of the fine print! ” My soul, just can’t seem to bring myself, my heart, my love; be just another cookie cutter. Love, will leave such a lasting impression. Especially, when you let the last cut, be the deepest. There’s a love in me, that moves me to be. No, it compels my soul to be free. To let the heart, with the need to act this way. Walk it, like you talk it. Give it, even if you don’t always get it. It’s not about being clueless, but how love’s meant to be unconditional. Sometimes, you stumble; trying to capture a stolen moment. Confusion says, love, should be viewed as a trophy. Not seen as the gift, a heart should truly treasure. My soul, will wholeheartedly confess. Throw away the key, the chains that had me bound, broken. My heart, will never be a thief in the night. My love, will glaringly look you straight in the heart. To let you see, when it steals another moment. It doesn’t matter, whether day, or night. Who needs, to rely on sticky fingers; when love, is such a natural glue?

My love, the thief willing to again and again; boldly steal every loving glance. Whenever, the moment again arises. My heart, won’t rob you blind. But, if you truly don’t mind, and your love would be so kind? Arrest my heart, so that forever will be, a soul still stealing love. Not, just on Valentine; every day, until the end of time. What’s, truly at the heart of this; love. It’s not an addiction, but it’s so obvious. This love, could never be read, as being a fiction. My imagination, surely needed to play a role. But, an unscripted heart; what truly had a role to play. There’s no need, fix a heart not broken. No rehabilitation will ever be needed, when a soul is arrested, forever by the power of love. The temptation, letting the moment slip away; not seizing every opportunity. What’s a soul to do, when the heart embraces a love? That leads to a heart being, lifetime committed? Love commuted, likely to be a heart changed averted. Day after day, time; will again be the encounter. A heart conspiring, to move heaven and earth. A soul praying, to be found… blameless. For, a heart taken to be your own. Will be the love therein, capturing the soul. But yet freed, from its own solitary confinement. What does a heart have to lose, when forever exposes the soul, and bears your name? The stolen moment, when even the sun, the moon, and the stars don’t truly mind. When your heart uses the shimmering light, to help pull off what will become. The taking of a breath, in the name of love!

Dear, my diary; herein lies the entry. My heart, my soul; therein lies the confession. The true account, what led to; the Stolen Moments!

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What’s On My Heart!

At the end of my days, I will lay me down to sleep. But, before I do; thought You should know, just how my heart feels. First, let my soul, slip into a comfortable place. Laid back, resting up against Your heart. Knowing, Your love will always be there. Your love is my pillow, the blanket; the covering for my soul. A love laid so heavily, on my heart. A love to swell, the story You tell. My love is strong, knowing Your heart; could never be wrong. Being close to Your heart, there’s a song in my soul. Your love, playing such a lullaby. A heart, knowing forever safe in Your arms. What night, would ever dare try; to out shine the light of Your love? Even though the darkest night, my heart knows. The sun will come out tomorrow, or even the day after… tomorrow. It truly doesn’t matter, in my life, and in my heart. Your love shines, in the sun, the moon, and the stars. The love, that came to rescue me from myself… ish pride. The ocean, that forever changed the tide. The love, my heart can’t again hide, or ever deny. My heart, doesn’t ever want to be accused, of taking Your love for granted. Move my heart, please still my soul; with every gentle whisper. Be the word, the love, my joy, my hope; be forever. My heart’s just saying, do it again, and again. Take every breath, leave my soul speechless!

Your love, is the flood; that overwhelms my soul. A heart, that can no longer restrain. An overwhelming tidal wave of emotions, caused by Your love and devotion. Your love is the ark, protecting my soul; whenever my rain begins to fall. Underneath the surface, of what others can begin to see. Your love, the calm in my storm. Yet in a silent river, it becomes the raging sea. Just saying, if I don’t share my soul; how would You, ever know my heart? Your love, does my heart… just right. Why, my heart will never need a special reason. Just to say, I love You so. Just thought, You should know; what Your love has done to my soul. I’m not afraid to show, reveal that it’s not about being a heart exposed; but my inside out. A story of love, etched in crimson words. This, is coming from my heart. Your love, my soul; forever indeed will be. It was love, that took hold of my heart; with the first hello. Your love, is my heart, my soul. Just, needed to let You know; What’s On My Heart, Your Love. At the end of my days, I will lay me down to sleep; at the foot of Your heart!

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Remnants!

The remnant, love hovering in every breath. In the wake, the breadth; love hovering in every remnant. With every dawn, my eyes don’t need to see, my ears don’t need to hear. Just have a heart, needing to be forever awaken. Deeply moved, to feel what my soul needs to truly know. The amazing power of love, and the remnants felt lingering, underneath every breath. Endless love, remnants in the overflow. The world is busy, days trying to steal my attention. But distractions, will never have my heart. Things, could never measure up, to Your love. Drawing, closer to Your heart; lingers in all the desires. A heart moved, by love lavished on my soul. Your love, will never be the leftover; used to tie my heart over. Even in the smallest quantity, therein lies love filling with such a great quantity. Remnants, a soul clothed in love’s peace. There’s nothing, greater than this. In every remnant, the bliss. Even the small amount, a heart full forever, and a day. A soul, that won’t know how to ever survive. On remnant of the past, even yesterday’s portion. Remnants, must be in every breathless residue. Remnants to live and breathe, to overwhelm thoughts; become an ever changing heart. In every fragment, love remaining to be, found so very faithful. In every Remnant, my soul, You own. My heart, You hold. My love, You have. My gaze, You capture. My breath, You take. Even, in the end of days, and the last bit of love breathed. May the surviving trace be, Remnants!

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Song Inspired; It’s My Turn!

I can’t cover up, just how my soul feels. In the name of true love, my heart; been given such a precious love. In the early years, my heart said loved; but played it safe. Though, a soul totally committed; a heart not missing a beat. The love was deep, but every heartbeat deafening. Love, drowning in the silence. For a while, a feat became a heart living easily; deep undercover. Coming out to see, what would become of a heart hoping. If your heart could understand, the meaning of every breath; in a man, with such deep feeling? A soul surfacing, in and out of a silent river. A heart, not living for itself. But I’m sure, trying to understand words; unsaid through an introverted heart. Must have made me guilty, of being a heart misunderstood? A love trying to make your heart truly see; now, and forever. A heart displaying, the faithful love in motion. But mostly seemed, more like deep emotions. Moving gracefully, in reserved slow-motion. A woman’s worth, what even a man in love. Can over look, chasing being a good husband, and father. Virtuous woman, sorry for my role. The times when my heart, left you to battle the day on your own. Through the years, what my heart can scroll. To see how much, the year have taken a toll. And even though, I tried to be the loving shield. Love, can still make it rain; when the heart cried!

This time, for you with all my love. Take care of your heart, the same way your heart. Cared enough to unconditionally give, mind, body, and soul. No matter the season, love will forever be the reason; to give my heart in return. Seeing, what you now have to face. What makes it not easy, for a heart to keep the rain from falling. Praying you through, what will never be the struggle… for this heart of mine. In sickness, and health. Two hearts entwined, tethered by a love divine. Every breath the heart finds, radiantly the sun will shine. A soul like thine, love grace filled, to end of time. Tomorrow’s not promised, but a heart gets to own… every today. Every day, becomes another moment. To reach out, let your love touch the sky. Love is limited, only when a heart and soul. Chooses not to collaborate, with every imaginative contemplation. When a heart, just won’t let go; knowing forever and a day. I’ve wanted to know, what love is? I’ve come to know it, with you. A love deeply felt, in a heart forever moved; by the breadth of love. It’s My Turn, to show what true love… was meant to become!

It’s My Turn, is a song by Diana Ross; released in 1981. Sometimes in love, we may not mean it; but words can go unsaid. Meaningful intentions, can seem out of touch. When reality, collides with the true meaning of love. This summer, will make it 35 year; that I’ve been with my bride. February is Valentine, and it doesn’t matter how deep the commitment. Every day, should be love unconditional, in every emotion!

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In The Wake!

In the wake, my heart; breathes a prayer. That the night will again give way, to what will become the dawn. A heart, having no regrets, no guilt, no shame. To again be, awaken breathless. A soul, still needing You. In every heartbeat, in every breath taken. In whatever’s done, my heart will breathe easy. Knowing Your love, every taken breathing. A soul, never looking to become so woke. To see trying to live in moments, without there be breathtaking. Becomes a heart living, but not in love. In the stillness, living in the glory days. The higher calling, that bears your name. In the wake, a heart that waits patiently; finds the truest answer. In every trial, you don’t allow your resolve to buckle. A heart feeling weighted, by a shadow of what has pasted. In the wake, to be enlightened; you have to be in the light. A heart, that can’t help but shine… through it all. For a heart, to catch a second wind; love has to be the breadth. In every wake, the day greeted by a new perspective. Sight, beyond what’s seen. Becomes insight, for what needs to be known. Faith, moves as the power; to undoubtedly produce an awakening. Every new found hope, gives rise to a profound change… in heart, in soul. The breath in life, forever needs the breadth of life. In the aftermath, the day becoming another jet. The ready set, let go… never. My heart, will never just watch Your love, fade into the sunset. In the wake, my soul will again know rest. In You, to You; I tether my heart. In every wake, my heart will again count Your love, and the cost. The right kind of love, prepares the heart. To be the true impression, to reign in the wayward mind. Today, is the day. To forever be a heart changed, a soul freed. In the wake, by the presence. Chains still broken, in every peace, and joy. In the wake, every heartbeat breathlessly waiting. For the moment, when another change of heart comes. With the strength, to wade through the water, oh. So at the end, of myself; be a soul left speechless. A heart, forever moved; In The Wake!

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