Tag: Spiritual

Song Inspired; Never Give Up!

Having a vision, seeing through a renewed perspective; what changes how you view your world. Seeing clearly, what broadens the horizon. Feeling trapped, doesn’t have to mean; a heart feeling there’s no where to turn. In every situation, there will always a solution. Don’t, be afraid to dream; keep the dream alive. Don’t be afraid, to face the world. Against all odds, the day can still be victorious; if you truly believe. Even within the darkest night, light comes at the dawn. Even when the rain falls, tears don’t mean you’re losing the fight. A green grass can turn brown, and a frown becomes clouded doubts. But, after a little rain. On the other side of what falls, a soul can again see feeling refreshed. For, the sun will shine again. And the grass beginning to look, so much greener. So, be encouraged; be an encouragement. Keep inspiring, be an inspiration. You never know who needs you, to be profoundly inspired? Why, you never stop believing; Never Give Up!

Eery victory, comes in time; but it’s the moment, that will define your resilience. Work hard today, and there will surely be a change. Tomorrow gets easier, when today is a heart willing to persevere. Who can say, you can’t fly? Who can say, you can’t soar to new heights? The air they breathe, will never give your faith wings. Every step you take, you get closer to your destination. Even when, the day doesn’t make sense. Even when, the season becomes a bit chilling; the day can still, produce an awesome breeze. In all that life makes known, fulfillment is revealed; through a divine purpose. Quiet your soul, steady your heart. You just might hear, a whisper in the wind; heard within the stillness. All you need; courage now, hope later; faith always. Persevere the beauty of life, alive within your heart. The answer, to solving a mystery? Not found in seeing, the completed puzzle. But in the pieces you chose, to pick up and use; to complete the picture you needed to see. The key, to unlocking understanding; found in the source where, true wisdom is discovered. Even if you lose your way, hope is never lost. Sometimes, life has stumbling blocks. Sometimes, barriers are just to test your heart. Deep inside, where true strength is found. So, Never Give Up!

Song Excerpt: Don’t give up, every victory comes in time. Work today, to change tomorrow; it gets easier. Who’s to say, that you can’t fly? Every step you take, you get closer to your destination!”

– This song inspired, is a song released in 2001 by Yolanda Adams. An American gospel singer, record producer, actress, and host of her own nationally syndicated morning gospel show. She has sold nearly 10 million albums worldwide. Hope this was a blessing!

WCR

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!

WCR

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!

WCR

A Labor of Love!

Why we do the things we do, why do we forge a new alliance; fortify, what do don’t want to crumble? Why, are we willing to take the heat; even go through the fire? Why are we so eager, to hammer out problems? Iron, sharpens iron; but, it’s so much more than that. Why do we create, why are we so creative? A relationship is formed, when we tap into what we see… already created. Why do we work so hard, trying to be our best; inspire, want to be inspired? Why is a random act, kindness seen as something worthwhile pursuing? Why do we build up, believe we can construct a brighter tomorrow; through every season, still see a new horizon? A labor of love, not just something you put together. It’s something established, through the willingness to do; and the enjoyment revealed, from what has been created. Why do we feel the need, to help the less fortunate? It’s not about being lucky, but being truly intentional. Why do we tend, to cast caution to the wind? Why do we continuously cast off, to make every new day an adventure; A Labor of Love!

Why does a mother give birth, again and again; even when what’s birthed, a life with so much pain? Why does a woman sacrifice, so much for the family; when what has been created, becomes a life falling apart? Why does a heart pursue, a passion and dreams; even when the road is so winding? Why does a man in the pursuit of happiness, stumble and fall; but yet still determined, to be the best husband and father possible? Why does someone show up every day, to accomplish the task at hand; when it can all turn into another hard day, feeling unaccomplished? A bond, not because the glue is crazy; but because the labor put in, love being the result. True love, means the participation. Why do we mold our hearts, fashion our resolve to fit; into a complexity? Love, it’s all starts with the want to create. To behold what has been created, through truly loving the creation. The form every heart wants model, shaped by desperately needing to know; the love of the creator. Making something, out of nothing; will never be evident, through a state of being… anecdotal. To produce an outcome, to truly have something turn out to be, the evidence of what’s not yet seen; therein has to be the undisputed, A Labor of Love!

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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!

WCR

When Pen…

Your love, has such a way with my heart. Your love gives my heart the ability, to express what was buried deep within. It might seem, my heart has a way with words; but it’s not so. My heart is just the pen, Your love the ink. A crimson love, what flows endlessly. Words, captured by the heart; stirred up deep within. But first, my heart had to learn how to deal; with a wayward mind. So my soul could know how to pour out the love, within a heart… moved by words. When pen meets paper, love will forever be the story. A heart trying to write down, every single drop of the love. Within every stroke, love illuminated through words. Undeniable, the love never having to be questioned. Intentional, evident when the love resonates. My heart doesn’t need a ruler, straight and to the point; how depth of love is measured. I won’t to tip toe, around my insecurities. There’s nothing impressive in the writing, it’s the love that makes the story breathe; through a love deeply felt. A heart speechless, letting the love speak; through each word!

How deep is this love, the length, height, and breadth; beyond simple words. My heart watches in true amazement, how fear is just shadows; that doesn’t cast a single doubt. There’s vulnerability, in being broken. But love can never truly flow deeply, if the unknown is what becomes the focus. Forever changed, a heart and soul gelled within, love divine. Stop my heart, let Your love be the only thing; that moves my soul. Let the love within overflow, a heart sharing a thousand stories. Expand my heart, contract my soul; let every moment be breathless. Let every breath within my lungs, be a heart captivated by the overwhelming breadth. In my heart there’s life, Your love is what flows. If You were to ever remove the love, my heart would surely have nothing; worth writing about. As long as You live deep within, the love will never end. Every time when Pen, meets paper; may it be undeniably clear, the love… is You!

WCR

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!

WCR

Guilty!

If loving You, makes my heart guilty of needing Your love? Then I will gladly, confess my needy ways; in a court of public opinion. If wanting to love You, until my last breath has gone? Makes me guilty, wanting to wait to then… to exhale. I cannot tell the lie, have my soul deny the undeniable truth; breathless, how I choose to forever live. The plain and simple truth, I have already embraced the fact. Needing Your love, will never be the apology; uttered from within these unwavering lips. Your love moves, underneath my every breath. So much so, that my actions have made this heart of mine guilty. Confession of this love, not do to the want; but every much the need. If, you believe you must. Go ahead, question my motives, interrogate what this love is truly worth; everything. Throw the book at my heart, the word; written deep within my soul. You can put my heart, into a predetermined boxes; my soul won’t be swayed. For this I will take the stand, stand out; what my heart will do. I will stand up, vigorously defend this love. Words, they can never slander my resolve. Smears, only bother a heart worried; about a meaningless reputation. I’m not guilty, for aiding and abetting. It’s in-bedded within, the love is not hidden; it’s boldly on display. This is not a crime, but I can’t deny the passion!

My heart, will never rescind the love. You can never lock away a heart, when the love breaks every chain. A so called trial, is just a test… of character. A soul sitting speechless in the stillness, captured by love. But, if the truth ever gets you twisted. Guilty in your eyes, doesn’t change the freedom; I have found within. I plead guilty, to be a heart captivated. I don’t fear, being found guilty of loving deeply. For, when it’s all said and done; works and deeds can be judged. But no one, can truly judge the heart. A shackled mind, means a heart still bound; not willing to confess, to a soul conviction. A heart can never say, the love is free indeed. If the love, is always hidden. For a soul, to live deep in love; the heart has to first make the choice, to be unapologetic. True Love, doesn’t need a twisting of the arm; the begging, or the pleading. So yes, if loving You makes me guilty, of needing Your love? I gladly confess, that I am he. Guilty by association, Your love, My heart; what this will forever be!

WCR

Song Inspired; Run to You!

Much, that others don’t see; I know, You see it all. The good, the bad; the ugly within my own heart. But, whenever I run to You; Your love always takes the time, to listen to my heart. In You, how I find my peace. A place where You would always meet me, the place where searching; meant always finding, my greatest joy. In a silent river, even on a not so sure riverbank. When it was the heart of a scared little boy, it was You; the one that ran to me. Who knew, just You; that I would get to this place, still needing You as my anchor. Your love is always so strong, it held on to my heart; when the nights became a raging sea. A river running into a wide open ocean, an ocean becoming the rising calm. Drowning, never became the problem; breathless, the place my soul needed to get to. Here, still needing You. Now, the need for You more than ever. Forever, knowing that tomorrow; the need will be even greater!

For years, I played the part; someone always in control. But I know now, it first started with the surrender. Giving all of me, the needing to let go. So my heart could find how, to arrive at this predestined place. Whenever I felt alone, You were always there; hovering, over every breath. You held me in your arms, when I needed to be close to your heart; to keep my heart safe from harm. You stayed, not just because I needed You; but because You, never stopped wanting me. Every day, the coming home. Turning up… was the key, to always see Your love waiting; never wanting to leave. There’s nobody, that will ever care as much for me; the same way You do. What’s the true sense, trying hard to find dreams. If not finding You there… in the midst; for every shared moment? I need You Here, to wipe away the tears. I need You Now, to kiss away any lingering fear. I need You Forever, so I can always; Run to You!

What if I held it forever, would my heart still be able to breathe? What if a tidal wave of emotions, made my heart feel so overwhelmed? Would the air in my lungs, be enough to sustain my soul? What if I tried, to gaze forever into your heart? Would a mere glimpse, be the endless shimmer to stop my heart; become a breathless moment? What if, the rhythm of my heart was erratic, would anyone truly be able to tell that it’s Your love; that steadies heartbeat? Tell me, what if; I stopped holding my breath? How would my soul, know how to truly breathe?

This song inspired, was released in 1987, and was part of the bodyguard soundtrack and movie; with Whitney Houston, and Kevin Costner. August 9, would have been her birthday day. From her first album released in the 80’s, you can see that God gave her an incredible gift. But unfortunately, her life is also a perfect example. To show that if we don’t truly guard our heart, we can end up straying down a darkened path. The light of God’s love hovers, but it’s for us to NOT; let the darkness eclipse, the enlightened way!

WCR