If my love ever lost sight, got too far from Your heart. It would truly be the forever seek, the get back to the relentless chase… after Your heart. It doesn’t matter for how long, the distance my soul would have to journey. It’s an endless pursuit, until the end of my days. The world would come to an end, but even in death; the chase will never be over. My soul will chase after Your love, within my forever rest. The story is not about a man, and the chasing after love; but being a man after… a heart. I’m not looking to just capture, but to be forever captured… by the love!
Forever captivated, unapologetically smitten; with the love inside the heart, that I won’t stop chasing after. Many have tried, to get in my way, tried to trip up my soul; but they have all come to see. You can’t stop a heart, with an undeniable focus; chasing after such an unbelievable heart. A thirty five year chase, and with every new day; the chase is just as thrilling. A love that thrills, a love that fills… both heart and soul. This love chases away all my fears, and every single shadow that tries; to cast even a smidgin doubt. I’ve been through the valley, but the love has never stopped hovering… over my soul. The chase will surely let my soul embrace, the thrill of victory; and never let my heart endure, the agony of defeat. My affections, the passion, the desire. For the Thrill of The Chase, to never come to an end!
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.
Hearts hiding, evading a true heart to heart encounter. Hearts are desperately trying to conceal, what’s already known. Underneath the best concealer, we all have flaws. In the right perspective, they can help to redefine; not what defines. We like to wear a mask, thinking your heart doesn’t measure up. We all have scars… to show, the battles we have faced. Even though we tend to hide behind a veneer, God knows your name; everything behind the face. So many believe they have to hide, keep from sight, prevent the heart from being known; the masked feelings. Some hearts project… their own shortsightedness, attempting to make their own mask; seem like a better fit. All that truly is, a masking tape… that peels off; when the heart won’t adhere, to pressure… of others. Sometimes we have to face-off, to reveal what is underneath. My heart ain’t persuaded, by what others think I is.
We live in a fast paced world, but must remember. Love is a show, not just a tell… if what’s shown, is truly recognizable? Some hearts are hiding, from a peering word; love. A heart of stone, can be softened to become a heart saturated, in the true texture; love. We tend to be hearts, with shields up. The love placed in a holding… off pattern; enshrouded in an, impenetrable cloaking device. Love is intentional molded, clay within The Potters Love. Molded, after His own heart. For a soul to know, the true essence of love. The coming together, heart and soul. We’re on a road, but we all a path; that every heart is called to take. You can add true value to the walk, when what you share from the heart, is relatable. You can touch a heart with words, but are the actions… moving? Not just provoke a thought, but make you ponder the true meaning. Inspire the love to act, in a meaningful way. Love is meant to be intense, the passion immense. Not just covered up with pretense, the love looking like pretend!
When love seems the darkest, unveil the heart, let the love shine; to illuminate the way… forward. When the heart is truly free, it will want to soar forever. When the heart soars on high, it’s a freedom cry. When the heart cries, raise a hallelujah; to the God that has set your soul free. Love is sometimes in disguise, just don’t let it mask your true identity. If you truly feel there’s an absolute need in altering, let it be… on your knees. Faith is not just a roadmap for us to follow, it’s a journey to be taken… to find the true destiny. It’s easier to cover up a heart condition, than to let the truth be exposed. De-Mask-Us takes a heart to a place, but De-Mask-Us will reveal the moment. That on the road called life, winding, or broken. There’s a predestined moment, when the heart and soul will have an enlightened encounter; come face to face, with the truth!
Oh Lord, teach us not to hide from Your love. Reveal to our hearts, how to trust Your heart. Let us see that it’s Your light, at the end of our road. Lift the veil, unveil our heart to see clearly; how the story ends. A De-Mask-Us encounter, with You. Show us, what needs to be seen. Even though we hide, remember our face; unmask our hearts. Help us to walk the walk, not just talk the talk. Let it be so, De-Mask-Us; in Jesus name!
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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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!
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!
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!
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!
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.
A Love Story! 
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