You are here, You are moving; touching my heart. You are here, right here, right now; fixing what is broken. Removing any doubt, that You’re not still at work. Breaking down walls, building up a stronger faith; to what is now, a fortified love. You never stop, You’ve never stopped. Yes, the love is building; my heart is proof, the love is working. Why, come what may; the love can never be torn down. The love has been rigorously tested, why I know. There’s absolutely no dividing, a coming between… heart and soul. Even when I couldn’t yet see it, the love that goes into constructing this heart of mine; never ending, andstilltransforming!
I can’t speak for anyone else, but this one thing I know; beauty can come from ashes. When I got lost, within my own thoughts. Your love paved the way, so I could always find Your heart. The love was always there, to take me by the heart. A love so beautiful, light for the darkness. So, Who is This? My hope, my strength, my peace, my heart; the lover of my soul. My Daddy, My Father, Emmanuel, that’s what He is to me. He is here, moving my heart; building up a strong tower. You may never get it, or understand what I’m even talking about? That’s okay, I will never be offended; but His love, my heart will vigorously defend. I’m At Home, because my heart knows; Who You Are!
Who, What, When, Where, Why? You already know Who it’s about, perhaps also you will understand the rest. The love I know; What has made the forever shift, in heart and soul. I can tell you When, (1985) I got saved. But I can’t tell you Where, I experienced the first encounter? I believe it to be 1968, the day I took my first breath… of His love. So, Why? You see, growing up when I felt I had nobody, He was. When my heart felt lost for words, His love taught my soul how to speak. As a child, my heart had a Friend; but thirty four years ago, my soul befriended. I’ve been around religion since I could talk, in church, bible summer school; but I will never consider myself religious. Religion has attempted to destroy my faith, kill the love. My grandma set the foundation, but God… had the plan. And even though I’m telling the story, I don’t believe I’m truly able to explain my heart. You can learn scriptures, memorize words. But the truth that makes the love real, when it truly moves; from head to heart!
Waiting for change, waiting on a change; waiting to be changed. Waiting for the moment, waiting within the moment. Hoping for the opportunity, hoping it doesn’t become a missed opportunity; to be profoundly changed. A heart, hoping a change will come. The soul in need, for the change to be evident. So it becomes a soul anxiously waiting, a heart breathlessly waiting… in anticipation; for a forever change. But faith has to first teach the heart, how to be still. Training an anxious soul to know, hope is the pivotal trait… of any fighter. Faith and hope, are action words. Hope a whisper in the dark, faith what moves… underneath every breath. So train the mind to be vigilant, teach the heart how to stay faithful; and in the waiting… let your soul breathe!
So many hearts are content, staying in your lane; not willing to cross the line. But, for the change to take effect? The act, therefore; needs to become a verb. Hearts are waiting for the world to change, not realizing; first look for a move of God… within their own heart. You can’t truly effect change, if you don’t already know; change first starts within. Free the heart and soul, then a different mind… set will follow. It’s not about a change in direction, but a shift in the perspective. The night doesn’t last forever, at dawn the light makes the darkness fall. To shed light, on blinded hearts. Even if the change is delayed, hope found… is faith always on display. If you know how to wait once, then you know the how to… do it again!
Mountains will move, and chains must fall. What is a sea, underneath it all. The promise still stands, great is God’s faithfulness. Crooked paths made straight, within a life well lived; every day, live it well. Waiting, doesn’t mean nothing happening, doesn’t mean nothing is moving. Even if you can’t see it, faith is working. Even if you don’t feel it, hope is moving. They don’t stop, never stop looking. For a chance to start moving, when your faith starts working. In the stillness, and under the quiet. Not to prove anything, but as a test for everything. Faith is not swayed by doubts, hope not persuaded to retreat; by the circumstance!
Faith is too strong, to fail; hope too brave, to ever be defeated. Trusting in God’s love, makes your faith better than it was. Stronger than you ever hoped, or believed it would ever be. What the world thinks should fail, when you don’t focus on the chaos… but God. When you apply hope and faith, to any situation. There has to be a shift… within the heart, then mind. So, find peace in the waiting. Comfort, within the understanding. That faith without the action, will never a heart that knows how to trust; a soul not knowing true stillness. Just know, He’s already there. His love is a whisper in the wind, a reflection in the shadows. The ray of sunshine, the light shining… through the Son!
Most hearts believe they’re living free, but yet still not knowing; how to escape a prison, built within their own mind. Even a beautiful mind, can still contemplate. What would become of their heart, if the power of positive thinking. Could control the desired outcome; within mind, body, and soul? How can a heart ever realize true freedom, if thoughts alone are able to arrest the heart? As a child, my heart found solace; living in an introverted world. Alone within my own closed off minded thinking, enamored with me, myself, and I. My heart became the easy target, to what might seem like a victimless crime. Someone trying to make a withdrawal, without first making an adequate deposit. Love was the currency, but my heart was heavily guarded!
A prisoner to a mind always thinking, always twinkling; trying to make light, a vivid imagination. A heart living within my cold world, and those around me… numb to the chaos. So therefore, it became a heart arrested. Locked up in a solitary confinement, by thoughts becoming. Handcuffed to, but not shackled by. Chains fall, didn’t have the power to bind. When a soul is predestined, to live free… of the darkness. A soul learning how to thrive, not just survive. Within a solitary confinement, there was an interlude; a breaking point. My heart was hearing whispers, underneath my breath. It wasn’t a mind going crazy, but a heart learning how to breathe… for the first time. A mind letting go, a heart learning how to take control. My truth has power, my heart with words to resonate. A soul getting a moment, to speak through the voice called love!
That’s the back story, a heart trying to tell the story; love is the storyteller. My heart is just the pen, the love is the ink. The journey is life, but the story is the journey. The best part, started with hands up; then on my knees. It was a soul surrender, the Arresting of a heart; was the humbling experience. A soul face down in the muck, a jar of clay being molded; beauty for ashes. For a heart that never banked, on being a Teller… of stories. A heart coming from living in an introverted world. My heart was never interested, in making substantive withdrawals. I learned from an early age, that the thief comes to steal; but that never bothered my mind. You see, when you haven’t really been given the kind of love, worth depositing. The love isn’t something, my heart could bank on. But unbeknownst to my heart, there was a lover of my soul!
Judge, I throw my soul… at the foot of Your mercy. Sentence my mind, forty days and forty night. Let my heart go free, with time served; within a solitary confinement. I will never again, allow my love; to be confined, but defined. Defining moments within life, to see a mind release, a heart freed. No more walls, the love oncelocked away… now forever set free. Why the latter, better than the former. A heart no longer enslaved, not to fear; but a captivating mind. I had to let love raid my mind, invade my soul. So that a prevailing love, could set free… a captivated heart. Love, arrest my heart. If an over zealous mind, tries to put a heart set free; into another Solitary Confinement!
A whisper within the dark, a love whispering underneath my breath; Your love is an ocean. My soul is not shipwrecked, my heart is not bankrupt; just drowning, trying to fathom the depth of Your love. Take my heart deeper, take my every breath. Through Your love, show my soul how to truly breathe. S.O.S, I know Your love will rescue me. I Surrender my soul, Over to the Safety of Your love. My heart is not in distress, Your love puts my soul at rest. Going deeper in, helps my heart overcome the test… stress. A heart needs to always go deeper; not to meet a fate, but to prove the faith. Your love is relentless, will never stop searching… my heart; to save me, from myself. Hover over my soul, Your love will never fail… to rescue me. Deploy Your love, but not until my love; becomes fully submerged… within Your heart!
When the rain down my face, turns into a tidal wave. I don’t fear being overwhelmed, by the eMotion. Your heart came with a life preserver, and Your love is what saved me. Your love Rescued my soul, not to effect change in the mind disposition. Not just to enlist a deeper understanding, but to a enlighten the soul. To how deep it goes, becomes the true meaning. Your love is the endless hope, that steadies the soul. Elevates the heart’s posture, to higher heights. Why I don’t struggle, with who I am. My strength, in who You are… to me. Being rescued, is a heart longing to be forever swept away… by love. When the love overwhelms, over my head becomes the state… of the soul. When the true depth within the drowning, becomes truly profound!
So therefore, why would a single soul? Ever want to keep their hearts from being forever free, when life becomes more than just living? I have not yet attained, but yet the forever gaze… becomes the soul focus. A heart still needing to go deeper. Forever submerged, for the soul to experience a true drowning; in a sea of eMotion. Whenever my heart is in need, Your love is always there… hovering, waiting for a moment to rescue. Why my heart knows Your love is the one thing, able to Rescue my soul. Dive right in, Your love has made such an impact… within my soul. My heart is in need, forever wide open. Forever captivated, my soul forever in need. To not just be saved, by endlessly Rescued… by Your love!
It’s a moment to reflect, a moment to be grateful; Lest We Forget. We should always be in remembrance of D-day. But we should never forget The Day, of the greatest sacrifice. On the 11th day, of the 11th month in 1918; many bravely gave their lives. A moment in time, so therefore give a moment of your time. A moment of silence, so the moment will not be forgotten…. within our heart. A moment to reflect, on all the brave hearts. That valiantly fought with courage, and true honor. So that many others could one day be free, to live in a world with a measure of peace. A moment to remember, how fortunate you are; to live in a time… such as this. So stand still, and take a moment to honor the fallen. But Lest We Forget, God first made a way. Stand still and know, salvation first came through the cross!
Jesus gave His life, so all can forever be free. Why, every day is a moment to reflect; upon the true meaning of the cross. A moment to honor The One, who made a way to true freedom. Who therefore is brave enough, to let your heart surrender; so your soul can be saved? Jesus defeated the darkness, He has never lost a battle. So, whenever a war rages within your soul; let God’s love fight for you. The battles are won, through His love; deliverance forever yours. When to His love, it’s hands up; in a complete heart surrender. We have many moments to remember, opportunities to reflect. How you got liberated, why you have true freedom. Lest We Forget, it was becauseof the Cross!
Why me, Lord? What have I done, to deserve even one tenth of Your love? Tell me why, why was my heart chosen; why my soul predestined, to know such love? Why, did Your love see a need; to stir the water, flowing Deep In… a silent river? A heart current, but it’s been Your love; that has made it… relevant. A boy once of slow speech, has forever been transformed; into a man… with much to say. My heart is an instrument, within Your hands. Your love has been so instrumental, turning every eMotion, into poetry. Your love has enlarged the territory, between heart and soul. Between every breath, Your love teaches my soul to breathe. My heart has expanded, to have a deeper understanding; how much You love!
Tell me, Lord? What did You see, that made it worthwhile… loving me. You say You’ve loved me, before I was even born. But tell me, why did You whisper in my heart; “stop searching, I have a forever love… chosen for you.” Lord, so many hearts in this world; but yet Your love, knows my name. My soul hears the whispers, my heart hears Your love whispering… underneath my breath. Why, I try to capture every little whisper. To let my heart pen down every little bit of the love; dripping down into my soul. Then when pen and paper have a moment. My heart is the pen, Your love the ink. It’s not about big words, or a big heart; but about a big God. Speaking into my soul, letting His love echo endlessly within my heart. So the love can be felt, moving within every verse!
But oh Lord, oh Lord. I just need to ask; what about the fall? Oh, I am just a man; can You truly trust my heart? Oh Lord, why did You believe; my heart would be faithful? Oh Lord, why me? So many times I have stumbled, and with Adam it was a fall. Oh Lord, oh Lord, I am just a man. A man truly grateful, that Your Grace always goes before me. To pick up my mouth, because my heart… is so much in awe. Whenever I have a misstep, when You catch me… within the midst of a fall. Let it be, dear Lord. Just a moment, to be so gracefully broken. You solidified Your love, even when it was still… a hardened heart. So many years have gone, and my heart has learned so much. But only one thing my soul has come to truly know. I just want You, and still need You so… walk with me!
My son, your heart has never needed an answer; just a question, Why… not you? Even if you asked a thousand times? My heart will always whisper, because I Love You. Deep within your soul, I have seen the desire; “to be a man after my heart.” Why you, so you could tell… my love story. The love you have, the world didn’t give it to you, and they can never take it away.
Oh Lord, through Your heart; I know who I am, what I am… to You. My soul’s in Your hand, my heart within Your care. Where would I be, if You left a silent river… floating within denial? Take me by the heart, guide my soul; until Your love becomes, undistracted devotion. Your love overwhelms, oh Lord; Why Me. Tell me why, did You have my heart and soul… at hello?
Why Me, is a song written by; Kris Kristofferson. Performed again by CeCe Winans in 2017. I grew up hearing this song, when I heard it again last month. It made me reflect on the question; “why me,” and how His love has impacted my heart! Hope it was a blessing to read, as it was for me to write!
This is a story, about what you can call; the rare bird. Some have asked the question, why doesn’t things seem to bother; what is a torment for even birds of prey? Maybe because most hearts know how to go through a phase, but never a shifting. A heart needs the right perspective, to rise above. Many have tried, to figure out this bird. For when others are pulling out their feathers, trying to solve the dilemma of the mind. This bird knows, a true resolve to what confines; always a heart matter. Beauty for ashes, how a heart knows it has wings to soar… above circumstances. A heart free, to transcend what a soul needs… to take flight. When the heart truly has a song, when the soul know each verse of a love song; is a heart free to sing… like a bird. Stress therefore becomes but a word, fear of the unknown never a concern; every breath becomes the freedom song!
This is not about being extinct, not about having a good instinct; but being truly distinct, “set apart.” Don’t get me wrong, life is far from being a heart perched up on a hill. This bird has had anger issues, but always few and far between. Even when small minded hearts are chirping, this rare bird still has a song; Amazing Grace. Even when some days were a broken wing, every day was a Rise up; and raise a hallelujah. A heart no longer isolated, to the feeling of unwonted. Soaring to higher heights, on the wings of love. Unfamiliar wasn’t a deterrent, fear never an obstacle. When freedom truly knows no bounds, chains fall. None of this is remarkable, but can be seen as out of the ordinary. Being free is never just singular, when the wind beneath your wings… is a love Extraordinary!
Having the strength to overcome, is not rare. Knowing how not to rely on just your own strength, is what gives you the true power to overcome… what may. So many know how to touch, but struggle to know what it is to feel. We can have great sight, but can we truly see… that it’s not always about comprehension; you have to first believe. Up, up, in the sky; it’s a bird. Down on the earth, the focus needs to be hearts grounded; souls, knowing what it takes to soar. No super powers needed, just a change within the belief system. A heart doesn’t have to go out of its way, to seem impressive. Just demonstrate that the matter of flight, is settled within your own heart. To stand out, means a resolve within; a love impressed deeply. Teaching the heart how to open wide, stretch the imagination. For a heart to truly know Fearless, and Attainable; the soul has to first be… Free!