Tag: Faith

Song Inspired; Revival!

Your strength, meets us at the place; called weakness. Grace pours out like an ocean, a river with an endless flow; the love so refreshing. When the feeling is called tired, when the candle is in a place named burned out; defeated, doesn’t have to be the heart. When fear grips the soul, and night covers the day. Lifeless faith, can still know Revival; when hope still has breath. Knowing Your love, panic will never be the button… calling my heart. Hope found, pressing deeper into Your heart; words in red letters. No other words, will ever crush my spirit; they don’t have my heart. Vital, the rhythm of dis ya love vital; for my soul Revival. Day after day, when another breadth dawns upon my heart; the love within comes alive. Love calls onto a heart, but the soul has to be willing… to answer the call!

Even when my heart, tasted bitter moments; the love just as sweet. Diving deeper and deeper into the depth, how my heart was Revived; through a constant drowning. The love is water, but moved like an ocean of love. When my soul, had an everlasting thirst. In the crushing… moments, with the pressing… on. After the getting through… the test, the love within; turned into new wine. You can give each cute heart shaped box an uptick, tell your soul; blindly check off all the right boxes. But without a faithful heart check, a true restoration; needs the love to first be Revived. Your body can turn up, but the heart not showing up… in a meaningful way. Don’t call love a comeback, love’s a coming together; a true heart to heart encounters. A soul reawakening, a deep down within heart desire. You can muster up the right amount of faith, add just the right kind of luster to hope. But the heart still needs to be in the right place, for the love to shine… bright. Real Revival, through a true connection; with heart and soul. A rebirth, a heart forever made new; by God’s love. A soul knowing true breadth, the heart knowing fully submerged. Forever drowning, in a breathless awe!

This song Inspired, is a song by Zach Williams; an American Christian rock artist from Jonesboro, Arkansas. The song was released in 2016, on the album: Chain Breaker.

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The Mime!

If I never said a word, would You still know my heart? If I went back, to being a man of few words; could those few words, truly tell You what’s on my heart? I’m a hard man to read, but Your love has always known how; to go beyond, read deeper into… this hard-covered book. I consider myself a man of action, but first I had to learn how to act… not just react. So many have tried to figure out, what moves my soul; how can they get my reaction, reveal what’s in my mime. They wondered, but it was about the wonder. Only if they knew, my heart was focused; but not just on the seen. In the stillness, underneath my every breath. A silent river was learning deeper, the strong silent type knowing the art; seen, not heard. Underneath the quiet, a love being forged; the story being woven!

Growing up, it wasn’t easy to convey; what’s in the heart of few words. The tendency, revert back into the super strong silent type. The super power, a heart forever in disguise. You can look into the eyes, but never know the depth of soul. You can see a smile, and never know if the heart is okay. You can see fast asleep, but not realize… not at rest. Why. I don’t try to rely on just words, my actions; what had to learn how to speak. Not wanting to speak, doesn’t mean the cat has tongue; would rather speak from the heart. You can never know a heart, by reading facial expressions. Understanding, not just discernment; but what’s also revealed… through the heart. Some hearts try to distract, by a fake tear or two. You can disguise feelings, but a heart exposed; reveals a soul in a deeper place. A heart becoming stronger, through, and after the testing; to be able to demonstrate, true strength… in character!

Even though words get lost, in the translation; still express… what’s in the heart. How can a heart tell if the love is moving, without showing you can be moved? You don’t have to be well spoken, to know, to speak with the voice of truth. A heart knowing to show transformed, from a forever shift; in heart and soul. Love should make a heart think outside a box, go beyond the make believe, and the pretend. In my mime, faith taught me how to truly climb up mountains. Through the strength, of a love so amazing. And if my heart ever loses focus, even through the valley. Shadows, weren’t able to cast doubt; within my mime. Some might think, God’s love is theatrical; but it’s truly the most practical, intentional. Taking the heart through stages, to give a soul the true perspective. Half full, or half empty; His love is still water. A love that is forever moving the heart and soul, without needing saying words. When your heart truly knows how to see, the breadth of Your love… forever moving!

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The Flame, Upon My Heart

It’s a flame, my heart won’t let go out. It’s a fire, a heart burning; a soul looking to be consumed. It’s a light, a lamp for my soul. The darkness gives way, my heart is not focused… on what’s just seen. The light will never be eclipsed, by the darkest moments. The love within, will always shine brighter. Some days may cast shadows, but my heart will never show even the smallest, residue of doubt. What can block a heart, burning the flame of love? A soul baptized, in a consuming fire. A heart dipped deep within a love, that will never wax cold. A fire that won’t relent, a love in a relentless pursuit… of my heart. A flame that wants it all, heart and soul. The love is the seal, the fire sealed within; but the flame… can not be contained. A love that knows my name, a fire that knows the depth of my soul; but the flame burns, upon my heart. A soul able to walk through the fire, only because of the flame, upon my heart!

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Love, Upon a Crimson Vine!

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A richness so profound, love draped in pure beauty. A love, deeper than a heart can ever express. Deep love, a love so beautiful; on a crimson vine. Whenever the heart feels a drought, the soul never parched, never thirsty, the love… water. A kiss upon the soul, the deepest love; a heart will ever know. With every breath the heart takes, the love… moving, my heart. Deeply, resonating profoundly; with the deepest color of love. Roses are red, violets blue. How can my soul ever be blue, when the love… sweet as a crimson flower. That turned an ebony heart, into pure white rose. A soul enhanced with true beauty, the very moment this crimson love; brush up against my soul. With a heavenly aroma, a scent that captivates… the heart. My soul but a branch, tethered forever… to a love so Divine. A heart knowing an endless bloom, a soul having a true depth of love. Tangled up within a Love, upon a Crimson Vine!

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Fun Friday; The Lazy Boy!

A shifting, into a lower position. The gear down, the unwind; the recline, into a restful state… of mind. I’m not talking about the psychological, but there’s an element of the cognitive. The thought process, the decision making; the accessing of the frontal lobe. In everything, there has to be a balanced approach. Recline, but don’t let that define… the moment. A full tilt, should never be a slanted perspective. Sometimes you’re up, some days you’re down. In the words of a poetic British terminology; the day is afoot… a hand, a head, the heart and soul. Zero to sixty, the down shift; sixty to Zero. The lay… all the way back, to get some Z’s.

But that was then, there was a move… to our new home. The lazy boy, passed on…  to our son. It wasn’t an inheritance, a relocation… to his man cave. Free of charge, it must be love… for the boy. Yes, it was a listen; to the woman… of the house. My wife, my candy girl, milady; his mother. The lazy boy, wasn’t part of the new living room decor. Instead, we… decided to purchase new seating apparatuses; some people call it… a sofa. I wouldn’t describe it, as the Love… for it Seat. Just something likened to, the lazier part of the spectrum. I don’t mind a change… of position, just the comfortability factor. The new resting device, being the bit overpriced scenario. But let’s table that, this is about chairing… the discussion. The repositioning, a love for. The readjusting, where I believe… the pillow should go. Behind neck, back? Under the boardwalk, down by the sea; on a blanket with my baby…

This is not a knock, on the would… I hesitate; to do what best for my family. It’s about what’s the frame, what’s the reference; the picture you choose to see. The emptiness in a glass, or the fullness… through a different lens? What should be, at the forefront of the heart; “a soul in right standing?” So many believe, it’s about relaxing; but it’s about being content, in whatever place you find your heart. Somethings, you’re bound to outgrow. Recline, but don’t decline; being forever at rest. Love, meant to be a forever experience. Not a version, that needs endless adjustments. Trying to make only one side, feel a little more comfortable. If the love is on the decline, take a moment… to redefine, and readjust. Someday, it’s the Lazy boy; but every day, should never be… a Lazy Love!

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The Blush!

Cosmetic, to so many… just a veneer. Wax on, wax off; the waxing cold. Heart trying to seem polished to perfection, but the love… still so hard to see. A rosy personality, but the heart… not so sweet. The lines blurred, the love a bit tongue and cheeky. Hearts, just varying shades; of the true color of love. Lip service, a display of… a plastic smile. A look in the mirror, things not as it appear. The love producing a tingle, but the heart still needing reassurance. The love not temporary, not the what feels good… at the moment. The love may begin as a heart blushing, but can turn into a soul yearning; for a more colorful love. A love that truly compliments, a love that will make your soul blush; but never make you embarrassed, to be a heart exposed. Love is like a flower, should be approached; like it’s a pure white rose. Enhanced by a brush, up against a love… upon a crimson vine. The buds of your soul ready to blossom, with a lightly scented blush of love!

A blush, each stroke means more love felt; a heart blushing with so much glee. A natural application, that never needs embarrassment… to ever be applied. Showing, a heart with so much beauty; the love within a beautiful soul. Even the faintest blush, is a heart knowing a feeling. Love is not just a feeling good, but what feels right. We can never see true beauty, while looking through a tinted glass. The true meaning of love, clearly seen in a heart; draped within a scarlet glow. Love may not be a bed of roses, but should always be… hearts in bloom. All roses have a stem… of problems, but the love for is a love Divine. Should never be, what you make wither away. Know how to differentiate, the sweet scent of love. Not through a sense of smell, but by knowing the true sent… of a fragrant smelling heart!

I’m not ashamed of my heart, I will never be embarrassed to tell the world; “how much, I’m in love with You!” If they see me blush, it’s because of how deeply Your love… compliments my soul. Even when my heart felt shy, Your love has never made my soul feel flustered. Just overwhelmed, when Your love moves me to tears. You’re Amazing love, has been applied deeply; upon the depth of my soul. Why, Your heart will forever be… my crimson love!

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The Asset!

The Blessings that it affords, the richness that I have come to know. That grows more profitable, than my heart should ever deserve. I don’t look at it as being in possession, knows it as an Asset; wealth beyond measure. My heart has seen much, my soul… still experiencing amazing. The putting into place, the watching over; the building up. The connect, the never disengaged; to forever rely on. Not through ownership, through the relation. What gives true value, what accompanies. The ability to create, the power to do; through the indwelling. It’s not about the right marketing strategy, but the right type of Asset. A resource, to give aid; help in times of need. The love for becoming so attractive, a soul forever benefiting. Clarity, becomes the true advantage. Through the redeeming, the saving… grace!

Having the right Asset, will never be about talent; but a gift given, to help assess pitfalls. When faith wasn’t my strong suit, it was the most attractive feature. You can never build lasting, without having a strong foundation. You can’t build wealth of, without the right Asset in place. A strategic alliance, showing how to fight the good fight. Resist the enemy, trying to infiltrate the mind, with fear and unbelief. Equip your heart with strength, give your soul the ability to truly overcome. You can have the most amazing Asset, but without steady deposits of faith; growth becomes stagnant. Even if the struggle, is the unknown; take hold of the Greatness. Which can only be known, with the right Asset in place. The Spirit, that lives and moves; heart and soul.

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Black History; Jamdown Style!

Yah, yah; Wah gwaan? Big up (respect), to all of the massive. All the black people, spread out… all over the world. The African people, all fi mi (my) Caribbean bredren, and sistren (brother and sister). Straight from the heart, much love, much respect. Jump up and wave… yuh (your) hand. Bless the One, from whom all blessings flow. Be proud of yuh (your) culture, be proud of yuh (your) heritage. Make fi yuh (your) love sweet, love sweet like sugga. Let love tek ova (take over), move eena yuh (in your) heart. Don’t worry with the fussing, and the fighting. Don’t get involved with the mix up, mix up (other people’s business). Yah mon, yuh (you) done know. One Love, One heart. Let fi yuh (your) light shine, let yuh (your) heart lose interest; for everything fleshly. All of my black bredrens, love and kiss up, pan fi yuh (on your) little island girl. Love her, with all of fi yuh (your) heart! Zeen, bless up!

Black History month, was first a American tradition; started in 1926. Now it’s recognized, by a number of countries. It’s also a part of my heritage, being originally from the Caribbean. I wanted to give tribute, to all the people. Who have made a contribution, to black history. Even though I speak with the English tongue. I do know, and understand the Jamaican patwa (dialect). I thought I would introduce it into the post, as a tribute to the culture. I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe learned something for your repertoire!

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Unplugged!

Unplug, doesn’t have to mean a disconnect; between heart and soul. Unplug, another opportunity to get reconnected. A moment, to have a heart to heart. Undistracted devotion, two hearts connecting… on a deeper level. So many, believe they’re plugged in; but never notice, there’s not connected. Sometimes you have to disconnect, remove all the distractions; to have a new love connection. Love plugged in, not about feeling the electricity; but knowing the authenticity. Unplug, but never be disengaged… from what truly matters. You can never get a full charge, know the love needs a recharge. Without first knowing, what is a true connect? Not seen through a momentary glance, the peripheral; but a true deep connection!

The heart can get something, from just a partial connection. But the soul missing something sustainable, not being fully engaged. Knowing what is just seen, but not knowing… what can only be felt. Many want to know, the secret to long lasting. My plug, and the knowing is simply this; Deeply Devoted. Sometimes we may seem plugged in, but still unaware. The love is not a real connect, head to heart. You can know turned on, but still not know connectivity. Turn off, can still be engaged. If you know how to stay connected, to what truly binds the love… together. Remove the obstacle, untangle what holds you back, and just connect… for real. In love, we sometimes become unplugged; but we should never let it become, forever disengaged!

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