The Culprit!

It starts, with who truly has control? So many try to get a grip, but first you have to be equipped. Some have the will, but lack has all the power. When compassion becomes, the insufficient state. Callous may become, the matter of fact. It’s not about just being aware, but being truly vigilant. Why, we have to be guarded; put on the whole armor. Don’t throw the quiver, use every single arrow. For when, indifference enters the open door; the culprit, will be a disregard. When the truth, is not tainted. The embraced reasoning, the battles you don’t fight alone. It’s so easy, to categorically put it into; what’s right, what’s wrong. But, without therein being the unambiguous. How therefore can the logical deduction, be determined righteous? With no real inherent change taking place, the deductive reasoning will conclude; the culprit to be, the truth being deceived. How do you reason with a culprit, when the thought becomes irrational? Every day, don’t worry about trying to hold; just know every breath, forever held!

You can try on your own to resist, but the culprit will surely persist; a heartbeat will it not miss. Deception, one of the proven motives. Overzealous, a root cause. This culprit has baggage, filled with so much guilty tendencies. Why, there became the need; for forgiveness. Thank goodness, that we can always find Grace; waiting to meet the need. With no reasonable understanding to know why, faithfully? Some days, it’s the pick you up; the occasional call your bluff. Life is tough, why living off the cuff; will never be enough. You can’t just run and hide, when the day’s a changing tide. You can hold to a futile pride, or simply decide. When fear comes calling, will you truly be able; to handle the roller coaster ride? It’s not about taking hold, but Who truly has a hold? Breathe easy, it’s not about getting control; but a soul living true, in the surrender. For who, can truly control a deceptive culprit; A Wayward Heart? The struggle is real, but in God; that’s where you find the freedom, to breathe!

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The Void!

The void a state, but the emptiness not without absence; the fullness surrounds. Breadth cannot be touched, but a presence can be felt. We can avoid this, even some of that. But yet, you can never evade; what is, and forever will be. When a void in love becomes apparent, the instinct is to bridge the gap; between heart and soul. But, without the being is within the agape. Therein, will still lie the emptiness. In a space, and in time. Where so many pin their hopes, while avoiding the truth. Space is irrelevant, when time is predicated, on the peripheral. Only a change in perspective, a connection to what is true. The change, a heart will not attempt to avoid. A barren wasteland, what becomes a soul feeling unfulfilled; lacking a substantive inner peace. The world desperately needs, what so many hearts try hard to evade. But, there’s no evading, truth with no erasing; to make a soul profoundly elated!

When you’ve found forever at rest, in that truly; there’s no more debating. No one, can ever steal your love, your joy, your hope, your peace, your faith; without you choosing to give it. When lack is wisdom, and discernment; power is therefore given, not taken. Sometimes, we’re drawn into a bad situation; thinking it will fill a vacancy. No chasm, can truly be filled. When a soul doesn’t truly understand, the purpose for breath. Someone, can call you useless; say your value worthless. But, without you giving that power over the truth. The words, are completely empty; non-binding. In life, there’s always something that can be gleaned. So, therefore; why let your soul toe, what just outlines the abyss? When your heart can know, endless the state. Even though the fall, a heart is never trapped. Love is not just an escape, it’s a soul living in the contentment; a heart knowing the bliss!

We can believe, something is invalid; but that doesn’t make the truth within, null and void. We can deny the truth of God’s love, but the promises; not rescinded. You don’t have to be a philosopher, to understand thoughts are based on a certain philosophy. Thinking nothing missing, doesn’t mean something isn’t broken. Whatever you believe to be the void, just a mind in a state. In the spirit, in the realm of being; transformed. Every void has breadth, every void can be filled; with the true meaning of love, God. You can try to avoid, but there’s no way to evade. In the end, there will be the Cross, the Road. No Sway, Jesus is the only Way; to fill the void!

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What Love is!

Love can sway, forever move a heart; love, can make tears fall. Love resounds, in the night love is a song. Many dream about it, some can’t stop daydreaming because of it. So many say, they feel it; many say no how, no way; I don’t believe in it. But, that will never change; that love will always exist. Love can be seen, when a heart is being touched. Some hearts can’t even seem to stop it, when it comes to steal. Every breath, love knows how to take it. Then comes the chase, the relentless pursuit. Not to take back what was stolen, but render to love your soul. Love is meant to be true, love is meant to be forever. Love is meant to be a light, shining so bright; that you can’t even hide it. Love gives strength, it gives a feeling of peace. In love, hope is found, with love therein lies the sense in being; purposed. Love is created, love is pure. Love is graceful, love is faithful; love is meant to be called a friend. Love is in a color, love shines in the darkest hour. Love is so Bold, wanting to become your whole world. Love is a protector, love is a collector. Memories, love will seal them forever within the heart. Love is beautiful, love is wonderful; love is the wonder, the beauty full with such heavenly delight!

Love is a desire, love is an experience; love is a passion. Love is in a name, love is an embodiment. Love is so deep, overwhelming just trying to fathom the depth… of an ocean. Love knows deeply, when the love given is freely. Love takes time, love doesn’t truly mind; to shimmer endlessly. Love thinks, love doesn’t need to blink; when asked to look deep within. With love, you can read between the lines. For when push comes to shove, true love will be to the end of time. Love climbs mountains, love is not scared of shadows. Love is a fighter, love is an overcomer; love has no rival. Love has true faith, love is the truest giver. Love, can be seen in a million different ways; but a heart indifferent will never understand, how two hearts can become one… heartbeat? Love is given breath, but a heart is needed; for the love to truly breathe, become breathtaking. Love is living, love is breathing; love is freeing, in the being. Love captures the searching heart, leaves vulnerable a trusting soul. But yet, can make you feel so deeply loved; when breathless is the place, you desire to never leave!

Love is a word, but sometimes can’t be put into words; not always so easily defined. Sometimes hard to be found, but can so easily be found lost. Love comes, love is, forever will be. So many love the sun, so many love the moon. So therefore, why should love ever be eclipsed… by the day; when the moment didn’t change the status, of the sun and the moon? For when true love finds you, your heart has nowhere to hide. Love is more than a kiss, love is not less than what it might miss. Love is not a chore, love will never keep score. Love builds up, love can be built on; for love is a foundation. Love can never be taken, love is given. Love is trusting, giving it to someone; hoping the love will be dearly cherished? Love thee, loving so free; love the heart, that without an undisclosed fee. What love is, what every heart truly needs to know. Love has substance, but not truly substantive. Until it truly goes through something, the breadth of God’s love. What Love Is, God! In wanting to know, What love is? You showed me, what my soul needed… to forever know!

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The Resistance!

When the pushing, becomes a constant tugging; the heart feeling the resistance, that’s so compelling. When the question becomes the thought; just let it go, or fight the resistance. It’s a battle, the warfare not the natural. This I know, why the fight must be; until the day becomes, a breakthrough. Resilience is fortified, in the refusal to accept; the love will never be. Complaisant with the status quo, will forever be my resistance. Comply, not I, oh my; heart will put up a resistance. To never let hope, be led astray. So many hearts are lost, but for those who have been found. Don’t ever surrender the faith, that a resistant will; won’t turn around, work out in your favor. Doors open, but not if the resistance is to knock, down the barrier that block the love. The willingness, to not accept defeat. Means the fight becomes yet another day, to be the overcomer. When love hurts, I too have to resist the desire. To not let retaliation be, the unlikely suspect. Even though, every rose has thorns. There’s still much beauty, within the smallest love given. There’s always a new season, where even the toughest resistance; yields a cherished bloom!

Yes, how can a heart not be affected, by the resistance? How can a soul, not feel weary; when the battles are fierce? But, resisting the urge to give up; will compel the victory. 20/20, so many had a vision; believing this year was to be; a heart seeing with new clarity. Only for it to be the soul, needing to be enlightened. How much resistance, became hearts in need of a perspective change. The awakening, to the reality; do we clearly see God in the midst, or a moment to simply further the resistance… to His will. It’s so hard to change a mind, when the heart is still resisting being changed. Within the brokenness, love still is. What needs to be the resistance, believing love is not what needs to be the embrace. It doesn’t matter, how much resistance. Futile will forever be the notion, that love is not the foundation; that strengthened faith in every tomorrow. Choosing to love, in spite of; will always be a choice. Even though there’s resistance, may the love forever be… knowing deeply loved!

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The Rhythm, and The Rhyme!

My soul, is so conflicted. My heart is in love, with two facets of Your love; the rhythm, and the rhyme. The rhythm of Your heart, absolutely moving; and Your love so groovy it resounds, it echoes deeply. Every beat within my heart, moves to a rhythm; Your love is the song. The depth, so profound; the strength of the love, has a distinct sound. It’s so so good, so soothing… to me. I adore the systematic pattern, and the flow. Every single pulsation, excites every sense; to know nothing will ever compare. Every sensation, Your love felt deeply… in heart and soul. The rhythm, propels my heart closer, so much closer to You. A love so moving, my heart just can’t seem to stop dancing to the rhythm; the breadth within each heartbeat. I’ve got the rhythm, a melody rooted with such deep African rhyme. But this first breath I take, much more about the Rhythm; not yet about, how profound the Rhyme!

The rhythm of Your love, has such a measured flow… within words; flowing endlessly, from the depth of Your heart. You don’t even need to speak words, love is in the air, moving upon the wind; in the lights, the love hovers. Overwhelmed becomes a soul, trying to process such deep feelings. Is it the rhythm, that makes the love so moving, or the rhyme that makes it so divine? Just trying to compose myself, becomes a heart so eloquently moved. The love expressed in verbatim, the rhythm in the being… profoundly mused. Love spoken, in such a soothing poetic tone. A sequential rhythm, the rhyme with a poetic meaning; Poetry, and the eMotion. The sweet metrical rhythm, moving heart to know a graceful release. I’m absolutely sure, the rhythmic movement would be a soul so breathless; a heart utterly speechless. The rhythm is moving, but the love within; what makes the rhyme, so Amazing!

Depth, what the love is; breath, what the love takes. A love that makes you forget thoughts, a heart lost in the swept away. A soul captivated wondering, how can a heart be so moved… effortlessly. Love into words, how a poetic love is truly articulated. DJ, stop the beat; if every heartbeat becomes a soul, no longer moved by the undying love. For my heart truly knows, without the love being deep down. The rhythm, and the rhyme; just words, without the truest meaning. Can my words, ever move Your heart; the way Your love continually moves my soul? Could my heart ever think of a rhyme, that could adequately describe. How the light emanates, through the warmth of the love? Within a simple rhyme, the rhythm of Your love is the verb; that gives the simplest verse meaning. To depict a mere fraction of Your love, my words could never truly… come close!

Twinkle, twinkle; Your love is in the cluster, in every little star. Every twinkle of Your love, making my heart cry. Oh, how I never have to wonder; where, oh where You truly are? All up above, hope forever shining as my northern star. Hovering above my soul, the love shimmering in my heart what You are. Twinkle, twinkle; the bright morning star. I don’t wish that I may, Your love is the might; the power used to fight the darkest night. Move to the center, don’t let my words be just meaningless banter. Twinkle, twinkle, the beauty of Your love is truly a wonder. Deep within my heart, Your love will live on and on. Forevermore, Your love will be the rhythm, and the rhyme. Truly, until the end of the time!

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The Charm!

The beauty of Your love, beyond Charming; that I’m absolutely sure. The essence within Your heart, befuddles the mind; that I truly know. Yet at the same time, Your love brings the soul so much clarity; to know how truly Amazing. Seeing Your heart at work, knowing Your presence hovers; how can a soul, not feel so blessed? I’m so glad, when the river could not be heard; the breadth of Your love, moved within the silence. A soul swimming in the deep, a heart never to know abandoned. A heart completely at a loss for word, to say how thoroughly Charming; this love is to behold… for sure. Ten thousand angels, could sing how great thou art. How can mere words, articulate a love so beautiful; yet alone, ever be able to sing the praise? But I can surely let it, let my heart be a reflection. The beauty that transcends words, the love that shimmers divinely; that glistens endlessly. Breathtaking, to watch how the love shines; beautifully in the light of heaven. Awe and amazement, poetry that can move so emotionally. The Charm, how amazingly the love; can make a heart so speechless!

Nothing else, can captivate the heart, and capture every gaze. Charmed, that’s for sure; heart and soul. How can a soul, not help but to be so dependent? Why would a heart, ever want a lucky charm; when you can know a love, that meets your every need? A love to treasure, and dearly cherish; in the here, the now; forever. A heart absolutely loving, how extraordinary, how truly special the love becomes. All my life, the love has been so faithful; so so good. A love you can trust, and truly believe in. To be overwhelmed by the presence, taken by the beauty. The love needs to be held, close to the heart. You don’t need to hang on to it, you can never know the undeniable Charm. Until the love truly has you, forever by the heart. The Charm is not meant to be hidden, but for the whole world to take notice; the love on display. Another heart needs to see, there’s truly something better; than possessing a meaningless lucky charm. Hearts are drawn to the beauty, smitten by the allure; captivated by love. A heart is convinced you have the real deal, when they can see you’re in possession; a love with such a radiant glow. The Charm, shows another heart that it’s not about feeling lucky; but being profoundly blessed. To be a soul getting to know, a heart forever admiring the awesomeness; in the everlasting Charm!

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Rise!

Though the night, though the day be a heart troubled. In the tossing, the turning; may peace be, in the stillness… of thy soul. The see, will never be the problem. When you let faith be the answer, in God’s love the anchor. Even though the struggle, is the reality. The wayward wrestle, between heart and soul. Even when you feel wounded, weary from all the battles. Just remember, it’s always darkest, before the dawn. Time, being in the Son; what heals the wounds, trying to leave you scared… for life. Troubled, doesn’t have to be called despair. Trials, they come to make your resolve even stronger. Tears, don’t mean losing. God is well able, to strengthen you. Press deeper into His love, and then press on. A heart shaken, but a soul stirred; to keep going, through what may… be still crushing. Never give up, never give in. Endure, until the end; and rise triumphant. Hold on to your faith, and against all odds; Stand!

In the middle of the storm, God is… still faithful. Every day, let your hope rise, high above the dark clouds. You don’t need to know, which way the wind may blow. You will soar even higher, when you let God’s love be; the wind beneath your wings. Above what you see, there’s a new horizon. Raise a hallelujah, make worship a lifestyle. Turn a darkened morning, into dancing. When the heart is heavy, pondering how to face a crossroad? Jesus, will show your heart the way. If you dare, to trust His love. Even if, your world is feeling shattered? Hope in God, finds a place called gracefully, within what’s broken. Rise with the day, rise up on a prayer; and you will be able, to ride out the rising tide. Dream dreams, but have a vision; the coming Son, piercing the sky. Restful, not in laying the head down; but knowing, where to lay all your burdens? At the foot of the cross, bow your head low; then Rise… forever, with the Lord!

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Pull It Down!

Pull it down, pull every single one down. Every weapon, every stronghold; pull them all down. Lay your burdens down, not your soul to be trampled on. Don’t give in to the culture, what is normalized. It’s time to realize, behind every scheme; there’s a plot, meant to become your grave. The thief has plans, but God has His plan; to Not let you be destroyed. You were made, to bind; not be bound. Weapons are formed, but You are Made; in the image of God. Weird the sword, in the name of Jesus. That’s how, Generational chains are broken. Tear it down, the veil; pull it all down. Don’t let anything blind your heart, from seeing the truth. The fight, is for the soul; the next generation. No one, has the power to nullify; void your worth. Even if, you gave it away; Take It Back. All power is given, not taken. Whatever you continually wrestle with, whatever roots you need to pull up? Don’t hesitate, the time is now. Anyone, or anything that has a hold over you? Jesus’ name, it Will be Cancelled!

Though the struggle is real, and the battles are fierce. Speak life, over every circumstance. Your health might be failing, but don’t let your resolve; ever be a heart knowing defeated. Cracks in your armor, doesn’t mean your soul is losing. When you can see in the spirit, that every opposition has already been cancelled. Your soul shall surely live, in the peace. The cracks, the attacks; just distractions, to get you off track. Just remember this simple fact, that when you boldly act; a conquering spirit, becomes the knack. Don’t ever throw a quiver, pull an arrow out of your emboldened quiver; and aim your arrow high. In the natural, the blood is under the flesh. But in the spirit, the flesh forever thrives; under the blood… Whatever comes, trying to steal your destiny? God wants me to tell you, it’s Cancelled. Declare, Proclaim; Receive, your victory. Pull it down, and every day; keep Pulling it Down!

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My Cinderella!

You stepped into my life, then slowly entered my mind; then, I didn’t want you to leave… my heart. Let my love whisper into your soul, tell you what’s on my heart; your love. A lot of wine, two hearts in twine. Your love slow dancing with my heart, under the moonlight. Love finding the way together, by a love so divine. Five minutes to midnight, the moon so right; it’s a full heart. Neither one of us, have learned how to say goodbye. Cinderella, your love is not a mystery. Your heart is the treasure, worth pursuing. The adventure, what each day will bring. Let me hold the door, let me take your hand; your love has me by the heart. The love is strong, but; if you should ever feel the need, to question this heart of mine? Yes, I’m going to love you true; until the end of time. I know you want it too, forever. The love feels too good, for it to ever be wrong; you’re my Cinderella. Puff, the love is magic; where as the years gone?

Changed, God predestined the love of a virtuous woman; to help soften the heart of this man. In the midnight hour, your love shimmers like the star you are. The love in your eyes, soft and refreshing. Your presence, like a gentle summer breeze. The wind in your hair, the sun on your skin; the breath of God within your heart. A love so sweet, like tender drops of honey. Your smile, lights up every single one of my nights. I don’t have to wish upon a thousand stars, this love is not a fairytale; it’s one in a million. My heart knew years ago, a love so real; was written forever in the heavens. This love is ageless, as we walk together through life. Hand in hand, barefoot along the sands of time. My heart admirers your soul, as it frolics and dance… to the light of God’s love. Captured by each of my loving graze, a love so dear. Better than I was, more than I am; knowing your love. A perfect fit, the day your love slipped into my heart. Beautiful are your feet, and lovely the heart of my angel!

Darling, when I cause the rain to fall. Put your head on your pillow, rest assured and know; my love will always be there, in the morning. Cinderella, even if our stories get crossed. Your love the beauty, my heart the unlikable beast. Know that forever, how the story ends. Sleeping beauty, everyday; I kiss an angel good morning. When we touch, whenever our lips meet. Candy, what I call you girl. Even when we get old and gray, upon your heart, endless love; I will love you like that. Time may change, your brown hair gray; but that’s okay, I’m not in love with the changing times. Though the year, my heart will hold you close. Every girl wants to be a princess, and every sweet lady; should be treated as a queen. Today, I celebrate you; and thank the good, Lord. For thinking my heart worthy to share, the love He put within your soul. My Cinderella, your love is still dancing… with my heart!

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