Tag: Spiritual

A Love Story; I’ve Been Touched!

I’ve heard all the stories, but I am worthy, to be part of the love story? If my faith could just, if my heart will just press through? My issue, would surely be a change, in me. But, there are so many reasons, standing in my way. The doctor has said, the people are saying, but nevertheless, my heart is desperate. My soul has a yearning, to be free of the chains, holding me… back. Fear, don’t stand in my way, I need to get closer. My heart, needs to be at the place, to know what’s in a touch. My soul, will endure the eyes, shrug off the lies. I need a touch, even if, just the hem!

Someone, has touched me. In the stillness, the power was felt. The love, the enduring hope; I’ve been touched. Who was it, I must know. My love has to see, whose faith would be so bold, to touch my heart? With, just a touch of the fabric, tethered we have become. Come closer, there’s no need, to hide your heart. When your faith, has deeply touched me. What your soul seeks, your heart has surely found. I felt it, and I was moved, by the strength of your faith. Come, let my love speak to your heart. Let it be the oasis, to soothe your tears, change your heart. The vail, will be torn, in you my love will reveal. Your chains are broken, your heart is healed, your soul set free, to walk in freedom. Beloved, peace be with you, your faith, has made you whole!

He touched me, and oh the joy, the love floods my soul. Something happened, and now I know; I’ve been touched. The love, took my breath, freed my heart, restored my hope, with amazing grace. Love, broke the shackles, and I’m no longer, a slave to fear. My blood, sweat, and tears; was never the issue. Faith, moved the mountain. My heart, was on the edge, my soul was desperate. My faith stepped out, and my heart said, if I could just? Hemming and hawing, never advanced my heart, just kept me bound, to fear of the unknown. When, love’s encounter is heartfelt, it becomes a love story, so profound!

“Jesus suddenly stopped, and said to his disciples, “Someone touched me. Who was it?” While they all denied it, Peter pointed out, “Master, everyone is touching you, trying to get close to you. The crowds are so thick we can’t walk through all these people without being jostled.” Jesus replied, “Yes, but I felt power surge through me. Someone touched me to be healed, they received their healing.” When the woman realized, she couldn’t hide any longer, she came and fell trembling at Jesus’ feet. Before the entire crowd she declared, “I was desperate to touch you, Jesus, for I knew if I could just touch even the fringe of your garment I would be healed.” Luke 8:45-47 TPT

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The Light, In The Candle!

There’s a light, in the darkness, an illuminating presence, a guiding light, enlightening the moment. With every step, the path becomes clear. Love, the continuous light, in the darkest times. When the night comes, when the twilight howls, within the wind. Faith, that doesn’t flicker, lets the heart always see, hope is never lost. Love is the lighthouse, the candle in the window, the light in an open heart. Silencing the fear, giving peace to your soul. To become the truth, when lies are speaking, be the calm, when the sea is raging. Be the voice, when the heart is lost for words. When the days are cold, love will warm the heart, captivate the soul, capture the imagination. Though, the light may be dim, when the heart of many, have waxed cold. Light it up, so love won’t be hard to see. When love is enlightened, the heart reveals, a flame burning bright. The light of love, lighting up the darkness, shining for the world to see. That there’s a heart, being the light, in the candle!

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This I Promise!

If the vision, becomes unclear, through all the tears? This I promise, my love will be there, by your side. When your heart is hurting, here is where you belong; in my arms, and in my heart… forever. Your heart, will never need to hide, behind a painted smile. The portrait of love I see, will never fade, what my heart knows. Your love, is an angelic portrayal, of a Nubian Queen. No one, will ever know the beautiful place, reserved for your love. Where, I promised to have, and to hold, you within my soul. The roses are red, violet never sing the blues, and the love, takes your breath away. This I promise, forever will endlessly echo our love, until the end of time. How, can a heart keep from singing, when Always, becomes the love ballad. Many battles we’ve faced, two hearts as one, how in a lifetime the trust becomes, one heartbeat. The secret, in realizing a special love, lies within the truth of knowing, love’s intrinsic providence. When, love knows your name, the heart is given the words, the most beautiful heartfelt expressions. I promise you never, will I remiss, being the love you need. I don’t, believe in fairy tales, I believe in you and me. When, love is an endless tale, written on two hearts? Always and forever, will be the unbroken vow!

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He’s Holding You Up!

If your strength is failing, He’ll take you, from strength to strength. When your heart is flailing, He will hold you close. If your faith is teetering, His love will balance your worth. When your heart is wailing, He will console your soul. If your breath is fading, His love will breathe for you. If you’ve lost your way, and don’t see footprints in the sand? It’s because, He’s carrying you, within the wings of His love. His strength is, perfect for your crumbling world, when quicksand surrounds your heart. His love, your firm foundation, the rock on which you can stand. When it looks, like you’re losing the battle, be still and know; He’ll fight for you. If fear is taunting, when doubt is creeping; His love will come, vigorously defend your heart. When the rain comes, when the wind blows, when your wings are flailing. The breadth of His love will be, the wind beneath your wings; holding you up. His love, changes everything!

His love, “Strengthen the weak hands (wings), and make firm the feeble knees (faith). Says to those who have an anxious heart, “Be strong; fear not! Behold, your God will come with vengeance, with the recompense of God. He will come, and save you.” Isaiah 35:3-4

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The Close Encounter!

When, the heart catches sight of, love’s true intrinsic nature? It’s a soul discovering, love is an encounter. In the knowing, breadth becomes, in the anticipation, the wait to exhale. The objective, to be a heart on an exploration to know the inevitability, love’s deepest expression. The soul searching, the heart seeking, to be changed by the encounter. In the height, the soul perceives to what length, wherewith the heart will journey, to look deep into forever. Experiencing the vastness, of being lost in love. Where, even old stars display, how a profound love still cascades, timeless. Where, time doesn’t eclipse, the first encounter, the final story not yet told. When, it’s too dark to see love? Finding the width, how we discover the depth. In knowing the breadth, we come face to face, with the quintessence. Hand on your beating heart, how you feel if the love is breathing, truly. And if, truth be told, the first encounter, what captured the heart. The second, what took your breath. Of the third, love’s endearing kindness encountered; a glimpse of heaven. Love’s intelligence, the wonder beheld, the heart giving witness. That true love, is never unidentified. The soul knows, when it becomes, a close encounter!

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Limited Visibility!

Mayday, wcr281; declaring a state of emergency. There’s a gaping void, within the center of hearts of today. A hole in hearts, creating an untenable situation. Genuine love, seeping out the hearts of mankind. Limited visibility, making it hard for hearts to see, we’re in this together, humanity. The love that fuels the heart, we’re losing it, there’s a tear in the fabric; this is a mayday. Love, is the tower, strength in the midst of uncertainty. To advise, give hope, encourage the heart, to face fear of the unknown. Why, do we think we can put love on autopilot, and think we can see when there’s a need, for love to act? Real love, will always require our full attention. To avoid, limited visibility becoming, a catastrophic dilemma. A heart loosing altitude, with a sinking feeling, in the pit of your stomach. Regaining faith, when love is truly felt, through an act of compassion. Even, from a thirty thousand foot view, love sees a new horizon. But only if, love is more than just, a blip on the heart’s radar, hearts. So limited visibility, won’t become an extremely clouded perspective. Love, is like an ocean, that won’t let a heart, crash and burn. Stick and rudder, makes love become the instrument, to level off the heart, and keep the love on course. Hearts, letting go of the negativity, will find common ground. Love is a runway, a safe place, where hearts can come together, and take flight. Testing, testing; hearts, are you listening? When the AIR between, becoming overwhelming? Love is the oxygen, helping your heart breathe. When the TRAFFIC, the noises of life are conflicting, with heart and mind. Don’t let your heart, lose CONTROL, of your humanity. Love, what’s stops a limited visibility from becoming, a rapid rate of descent. You don’t have to see the heart, for there to be love, in the atmosphere!

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Love is, the Compass!

You must think, I’m such a fool, being here in this place, time after time. It seems I can’t help, but find myself lost, in love, again and again. Don’t say, it’s a foolish heart, trying to navigate matters of the heart, with blind faith. Faith is the substance, and I have the evidence, you will see. Every encounter, etched within the memoir of my heart. I can’t even, begin to tell you how many times this compass of mine, has led my heart to a place, to reminisce, I would be remiss. Trust without borders, what motives my soul, to go where feet can’t wander. Love is the compass, taking my heart to the place. Where my soul can know, love’s breathless wonder. I am no longer wondering, but my soul does wander. Love, won’t allow my heart to stay, in one place. So, time and time again. I find myself here, in this place, lost. Through the hourglass, the sands of time, will tell the tale. About the compass, within a heart, equipped with a G.P.S (God. Positioned. Securely) The compass, fixated on the northern star, with a guiding light. Love is an instrument, providing the perpetual pull, to love’s heartfelt undertaking. To evade the quicksand, a heart has to be mindful. An ill-advised path, leads to wayward place. When, love is the compass, fathomable has no boundaries, becoming… lost!

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Pressure!

Rest your love, on my heart, let me feel the pressure. On my soul, leave an impression. Circumstances, can never change, my forever. To be never vain, to never refrain, from what my heart can attain. Let this love, withstand the test of time. My heart under pressure, gives a way for the purest love, to flow through my veins, to the depth of soul. Love weighs, life strains, but test makes, the love deeper. True love, doesn’t coerce, but has an effect on… what is heartfelt. I feel it, waves colliding with my heart’s posture. Emotions, could never sway the promise; my undistracted love, and devotion. Love true and through, every beat of my heart. Elevate love, the pressure test for my heart. See if faithful love, will be no pressure, on my soul. On day one, or even a thousand years. In love, the only pressure I feel? Love’s profound grace, pressed up against my soul, resting beautifully on my heart. Persuading, influencing, my frontal lobe! Nov 23, 2022