Stand, with You!

I want you to know, I will be strong for you. In the stillness, in the quiet; in the moment. It doesn’t matter, what the circumstance looks like. Raindrops on your rosy, if you just need me, to lean on. The way, my heart sees it. When you’re hurting, you will never have to hurt alone. Give the best, be a friend. BFF, (Be Faithful, Forever). If, your faith is running low? My heart, will never lose faith in you. Even, when the night is the darkest, and the day seems the longest. Even if no one cares, I do. Even if no one dares, I will; stand with you. I will be there, to help wade through the water. Undistracted, if the moment becomes a flood. I will, swim through the deepest river with you. I will, run towards you. To stand, right beside you. And run, the race along side you. Nothing, will ever be able to move my heart, except love. If you, can’t throw your hands up, I can. Lift them, to the one, who holds tomorrow. If the moment is Hiding, trying to not be seen. The attempt, will be a heart found. For in the Seeking, God; will surely meet us where we’re at. Me standing, for both of us believing for it; answered prayers. Even what, might seem impossible. And even, if the blessing tarries; I Stand, with You!

“The Lord bless you, and keep you. May the Lord make His face to shine upon you, be gracious to you. May the Lord lift His countenance upon you, and give you His peace!” Numbers 6:24-26 ESV

WCR

In The Quiet!

In the silence, in the midst of the peace; breadth forever found. Breathless, what becomes more, than just a feeling; but what’s truly important. The ear may not hear, but the heart will surely know; the moment love speaks. When, in every breath of the heart, love bares its name. Love, will never come to preach; love comes to teach. In the depth, of the quietest space. Unmolested, love lives, flourishes, and thrives. A heart moving breathlessly, what becomes the feat. When breadth, becomes the spell bound, and breath becomes a heart; living in the deeper meaning. Love, in the pure glory, and the profound truth. Amidst all the silence, the true voice of love is heard; resoundingly. Unbeknownst, doesn’t mean unannounced. Love harkens, to every beckoning heart. A soul can feel, what another struggles to fathom. The breadth of love, whispers in the night. A heart knowing, a soul perceiving; love is worth a heart believing. Even at rest, though absence of speech; love’s never diminished. For love will bare, whatever a soul needs bared. In the quiet, in the midst of the stillness. True love, becomes the spoken word. Uunderneath every breath, through every breath, in every breath. The words that matters, With, Every, Breath, Love, You; Truly. Trying, to utter anything else. A heart and soul, might as well keep silent. Distractions, block a heart from hearing, even in the quiet moments!

Having an open mind, doesn’t stop you from being; a heart closed off. It’s crazy, to believe thoughts and feelings. Are all love needs, for love to thrive. You can know love, but not understand. Though you have understanding, tone deaf can still be the perception. A heart, will not be absent of the deeper meaning. When every whisper of love, breaks through the deafening silence. To be still, and know; how love helps fight every battle. In the crevices of love, in the clefts of the rock. Where, I find my confidence, and securely anchor my heart. Even though, tomorrow’s not promised; this promise true. Your love I will find, when Your heart I truly seek. There’s no place, for a heart to hide. In the quiet, love hovers. You can run, when falling is what you fear. The light of love will find you, it waits in the shadows. You can never outrun your destiny, for you and it; are heading towards the same direction. You don’t need to know, if tomorrow will be a lovely day. Only, what kind of love, is willing to meet you there. So hearts, shh; don’t hold on to every breath. In the quiet, take a moment to listen. For when love, begins to profoundly speak!

WCR

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

WCR

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!

WCR

Choosing, The Right Love!

Rock, Paper, Scissors. A guessing game of chance, some hearts choose play. Trying to figure out, what kind of love will be revealed? Hearts not yet knowing, true love will forever be a choice. Some hearts, think love’s all about what’s on the paper. Only to pick the Scissors, to see that treasuring a piece of Paper. Becomes truly meaningless, when the love’s now in pieces. Love, meant to be the glue, to help keep a heart. When life seems, likened to paper-mache. Love is the Rock, that will always be there. For a heart to lean on, with an anchored trust. When the storms of life, comes trying to get your heart twisted. The love, turning into a hurricane. Hearts caught up, the love not deeply rooted. Not anchored, by a Rock… Solid commitment. To not let the love just be, words on a Paper. But, a love forever, written permanently on the heart. So, the Scissors will no longer be able. To cut so deep, leaving the wrong lasting impression. In games, there will always be a loser. When love becomes, playing the guessing game. Hearts win, when the choice becomes, choosing a love deeply felt!

WCR

Simple!

I’m a simple man, living with a complicated heart; trying live a simple life. My goal, and this the simple truth. Knowing to love well, the simplicity comes from knowing; love is a choice. Loving well, meant to be the simplest pleasure. That gives a heart, the greatest joy. Love is a presence, with the power; to move a heart. Make you shed a tear, for the simplest reason. Love has an essence, love has a color. Deep as a crimson, with such a simple beauty. Straight up let my heart simply say, never stop loving… deeply. Love is not a game, but can become an intense tug of war. Both hearts, ending up on the losing side. Two hearts giving up, instead of playing for keeps. The love, likened to a simplified fraternity. When it should be, a beautiful connection; two hearts tethered forever together. Yeah, even though a heart can be complicated? The love, should truly be simple. The giving, without the asking. That’s what makes love, simply the great gift, from God. This, from a Simple man; knowing that my heart loving well, will never be complicated!

WCR

Facing, Mountains!

Ever-Rest, though a heart may struggle at times. To not be overwhelmed, when every breath; becomes likened to a feat in itself. In finding hope, a heart needs to look beyond the forest; to see there’s a tree. Of life, therein lies the knowing; the For-Ever-Rest. Faith the substance, to gird up our hope. Peace will be found, in every season. To overcome a mountain, trying to claim every breath. Sometimes, instead of climb, we may have to crawl; for a heart reach the plateau. The place, where the soul can see the revelation. Every season, will surely bring with it some peaks, and lot valleys. A heart facing, faith being tested. Unwavering, what stands the test… Time. Faith that conquers, whatever it needs to endure. Strengthening, so there be no need for regressing. A heart feeling alive, with the sound of music. A song echoing, like an angelic chorus. Come as you are, and be in an Ever-Rest. A heart boldly, going to a higher level. Drawing closer, to know a soul having a destiny. To meet with a faithful love, emanating a radiant light. Profoundly changing, heart and soul!

Every broaden horizon, elevated by an adjustment in perspective. Faith more than just an anthem, becomes true hope found. To forever be, faith triumphant. A heart, can feel on top of the world. Only to become, a heart forgetting how you truly got there? Elevated sight, in itself meaningless. If therein lies, no profound insight. Elevation, can give rise in status. But, without there being a substantive meaning; to the true motivating factor? In just a heartbeat, in taking the next breath. A mountaintop experience, is a breathtaking scene. Becoming a surreal moment, through an unforeseen valley. Even though, a heart can reach a sought after peak; a negative element can arise. Every accomplished feat, can tune into the agony of defeat. The focus not being, that life’s but a breath. Even though, the day seems another solo climb. The journey, will never be faced alone. When a heart and soul is tethered, with a strong hope and faith. Forever being guided, by the Grace therein. A faith testing, becomes a hope forever resounding. Anchored, at the foot of the firm foundation. With every mountain faced, may there be… the Ever-Rest!

WCR

In The Process!

My heart, in the process. Faith, doesn’t make going through the process easy; faith makes it possible. We all, go through the aging process. The bringing about, what’s in the process. Years, just a number. Even though noticeable growth, with, in being mindful. The process, brings an endless change. Faith to faith, strength to strength. The preparation of a heart, to believe what will become, of relentless hope. Every action, doesn’t just produce an equal reaction. Faith without works, becomes hope not perceived. Finding peace, is a process. For a heart to know, God’s in the process, showing a heart the way… forward. Tears, don’t mean losing. Just part of the process, the means until it ends. For break through, to become a heart on the other side. You, have to go through fear process. Not let it become the obstacle, that robs you of in-sight. Success, is not an accident; the process is intentional. The process of becoming, what God has imagined… you to be. Identifying your true worth, is a never ending process. Believing, every breath is a gift. Starts, with first knowing it’s through the breathing process. Knowing who truly creates, the breadth therein? A dream, only reveals the potential. Through the undertaking, your gifting revealed. The expectation, limited only by how long it takes. To know that in every process, there’s a systematic element. The have not, because the ask was the not. Sometimes, faith gets tangled up. The stomach knotted, even though a heart tethered. The freed indeed, materialized when seen through the lens; the Grace given. To realize every touch, the processes require intentionality. The push past, the press through; whatever becomes the issue. To know the empowerment, in the blessings received. You don’t have to possess the means, just have the required substance; built on the firm foundation. Faith the substance, hope through the process. Exercised faith, precedes the needed series of change. We can feel, something truly needs to change. But if the belief system, remains unchanged through the processing. The process, can’t affect true change. This I know, whatever my heart and soul has to go through. In the affecting, through the perfecting. The substantive change in me, what becomes the undisputed evidence. God is, In the Process!

WCR