The faithfulness of One has my heart into change and I yearn for it to
never stop. Changing and being changed
to the ready for change!
Oh, with safety
of peace abounding in me, I expand to record my story, changing even my looks
as my countenance makes adjustments. It’s
like that body stretch that seems to cause every move from that point on give
ease to its once stiff push to stay.
Pardoning
my mess, for I am in construction mode with constant change. Not to dare disregard my now, for it is His
Beauty in me and the tools for my tomorrows. But I've crossed the line, the line where one goes too far and cannot come
back; I have found joy in constant change.
For I love with passion,
graphed in from the depth of reconstruction and upgrade of His likeness, that I
begin to love who I am with greater belief.
Not caring what words and thoughts make mention of me, only that I’m
lost in this love that feels completely full and yet great expectations for
future.
My soul sings hums and notes
that only my thoughts can form understanding; language from the mouth fail to
share the race going on inside. Letting
go of endings, hanging on to more; I run with each change. For to look, to receive
a moment in this aroma of embrace; its power cannot leave me the same. See me run; see His Spirit dancing with me as
I fearlessly know there is no edge to fall.
For there is no foot upon the ground, only air filling my space, with
lift to take me to His Hidden Place, where His Love I am so aware of.
For love
makes one silly with unpredictable exchanges, shuffling everywhere, never
alone. Seldom looking another in the
eye, my total gaze has been caught in the tangle of sold out devotion to only
what is alive inside, my reckless love to One.
The faithfulness of One has my heart into
change and I yearn for it to never stop.
