Altars of the Heart

  The Lord has given—all things, all light, Yet you hesitate, question, take flight. He pours out freely, His treasures untold, Yet you sift through, grasping only what’s old. Why do you measure, why do you doubt? When heaven rains blessings, you shut some out. You say, “This is good, but this is unknown,” You hold to the scraps while He offers a throne. Oh, child of glory, lift up your hands! The kingdom is yours, so take your stand. Why let the liar twist your view? He speaks in shadows, yet you call it true. Holy Spirit, awaken the blind, Unlock the doors within the mind. Let hearts receive, let souls believe, That heaven gives more than we dare to conceive. A fairytale? No, it’s real and bright, A life of wonder bathed in light. So step beyond the veil of lies, And take what’s yours—lift up your eyes!

I call forth glory, deep and wide, From heaven’s throne to earth’s divide. Within me, above me, beneath my feet, Behind, before—His presence meets. Open heavens, roar and shine! Beauty, fire, power divine. Thunder rolls, and lightning breaks, The Most Holy One awakes. I am His vessel, His dwelling place, Marked by fire, sealed by grace. Where I stand, His kingdom reigns, Where I move, His power remains. The earth is filled, the waters rise, His glory seen in endless skies. No place untouched, no space unclaimed, The Lord Most High is ever famed.

  It feels like roots that reach down deep, Past surface soil and shallow sleep. Through rock and dark and time they go, Where living water starts to flow. They do not rush, they do not strain, They find their place in sun and rain. And when the storm begins to rise, They do not tremble, break, or hide. I do not need to leap or prove— My stillness is my boldest move. I rise because I’ve sunk so low Into the heart of Him I know. I’m grounded in a sacred name— More firm than fear, more real than shame. He wrote His truth inside my chest, And in His presence, I can rest. No wind can lift what’s anchored right, No flame can burn what’s born of light. Though seasons shift and branches bend, The root in Him will never end. So when you see me standing tall, Don’t ask how I survived the fall. My strength is quiet, slow, and sure— It grew through fire, and it endures. These roots are worship, slow and true. They drink the deep, they bloom the new. And I will rise—...

  It feels like standing still and strong, Not grasping for love—just knowing I belong. No longer bracing for the blow, But letting love rise and letting it flow. It feels like sunlight touching my skin, Not just warmth, but welcome within . I am not hiding—I do not flinch. This peace? It holds me, inch by inch. It feels like dancing without a plan, Spinning barefoot in the arms of I AM. Surrender isn't losing control— It's trust. It's ease. It's rest for the soul. It feels like saying "yes" to now, Not haunted by the when or how. Grief no longer swells like waves— I've walked through loss and found the brave. It feels like breath I didn’t know I’d lost, Found again—without the cost Of shrinking, silencing, or shame— But love, wide open, without blame. It feels like roots that reach down deep, And let me rise without a leap. I’m grounded in a sacred name, Unshaken now by wind or flame. It feels like being fully seen And not once d...

  I am in love, I am in love— Oh, Angels of God, can you see? He has fashioned this heart with His hands, And it beats now with eternity. I feel so safe in love—so held, Like sunlight resting on the sea. No fear, no wound, no past remains, Only the warmth that sets me free. I feel so honored in love, so known, As if every star was hung for me. His eyes don’t just see—I am seen , More deeply than I dared believe. Even my soul knows—yes, she knows. She twirls in light with grateful sighs. This love—it floods, it breathes, it heals, It writes His name behind my eyes. It pours like rain through every cell, A holy fire, not to consume, But to cleanse, to wrap, to fiercely bloom— Until my being sings in tune. True love has washed me head to toe, My breath agrees, my skin agrees, My thoughts bow down in soft assent, My bones cry out: “This is peace.” Let it be, oh let it live— It cannot die, it will not dim. This love is stronger than the grave, More certain t...

He promised, He spoke, and oh, He gave, A peace so deep, a love so brave. Beyond my thoughts, beyond my mind, A rest so sweet, so rare to find. See how I sleep, how still, how free, Like a baby wrapped in eternity. Morning wakes me, soft and bright, I smile—I know, all is right. Oh, what comfort, oh, what care! No love like His, none can compare. He holds, He shields, He lifts, He stays, His mercy new with every day. Too good, too kind, too strong, too true, My heart, my soul, belong to You. Praise, praise to the One who reigns, The Prince of Peace, forever the same!