Tag: Encouragement

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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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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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!

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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!

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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!

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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!

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When Love Collides!

When the day, collides with your heart. And every breath seems not enough, to sustain both heart, and soul. When the feeling, becomes likened to a soul, at a lose. Your words become a runaway, a heart giving chase… to find. Every heartbeat, knowing the breathless love. But yet a soul, colliding against the gentle breadth. How, could anyone believe it to be an accident? When my every breath, no longer has to grasp to be in control. A heart being intentional, trying to let go every meaningless restraint. My true foundation, therein to be revealed; as my greatest strength. Every collision of love, helps my heart to firmly stand… the test, of time. The deepest love, colliding against every rocky sure. The sands of time, never to be the change in depth. Every encounter, every shift; becoming a love much deeper. The presence, revealed in a heart revealed; here, now, forever. To know the true gravity, within a weightless love. In the silence, in the toss and the turns. The river, a constant flow. Colliding, breathlessly with a deep ocean. Having little strength, to keep on swimming. Doesn’t mean having no hope, that the current; won’t be soul, needing to go deeper. Strength to strength, faith to faith. Glory to glory, revealed when; the love collides profusely. A soul caught up, in the rapture therein. A heart stirred, beyond just emotions. But living deeply, in the forever. Every collision, meant to be breathtaking. The love playing, like a symphony. Every cord pulling strings, like a heavenly song. The power of love colliding, divinely with heart and soul!

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Not Before!

Before my soul, makes a move. Before my heart, skips another beat. I want to hear Your love, speaking through my every breath. Then, when my soul has resoundingly heard Your voice. But, even before my heart utters a single word. Before I take a step forward, I want to know; the place where Your heart needs my love to be? And once, I can truly say I know Your heart? Maybe then, my soul will; surely want to take another breath. For without the breadth of Your love, how can my heart truly be moved; to be forever guided by the light? Your heart is the path, Your love my amazing grace. May my heart, never again want to move. Not before, I have relinquished; holding back a single breath. For breathless is the place, Your love needs my soul to be!

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