Altars of the Heart

He celebrates me beneath the skies, With dancers twirling, joyful cries. The drums resound, their rhythm speaks, Of love so fierce, so strong, so deep. He moves with grace, each step defined, Intentional, his heart aligned. A soul refined, a gift so rare, Molded by Christ with tender care. He listens, learns, his spirit wide, With wisdom flowing from inside. My heart unguarded, free, at rest, For in his love, I am my best. He gives, I soak, I drink with grace, A cleansing fire, a warm embrace. Drawn together, bound in light, A love that burns, both pure and bright. The gift of knowledge, truth untold, We meet, we speak, our souls unfold. His body formed, prepared for me, And I for him—our destiny. A match designed in realms above, Sealed in honor, wrapped in love. I praise my God, for He has done, A perfect work—two made as one.

  I am held in His holy embrace, Not beside Him, not beneath— but within . All that I am and all that I carry Is not mine alone—it is Him in me. His breath is my breath, His pulse, my beat. His thoughts flow like rivers Where my spirit drinks sweet. This I know—oh, how I know— Not in mind alone, but in the marrow of my soul. We are not two, divided by sky or veil. We are one—His heart is my sail. I do not reach for Him. I do not strive. I do not beg Him to come alive. He is already here , In every whisper, every tear. When I laugh, He echoes. When I cry, He leans close. He is the echo in my silence, The stillness in my storm. No power can pluck me from His arms, No darkness undo this divine bond. The Spirit smiles, not from afar— But from inside , where His glories are. He restrains His fire, yet I feel the flame— A warmth, a light, a holy claim. And even that flicker is too much For those who rise to oppose my touch. For I walk in Him, And He walks in me. A...

  In the dead of night, when the world lies still, My spirit stirs, drawn to His will. A whispered call, a sacred guide, We agreed on a wondrous ride. Before my eyes could close in rest, He spoke of paths, of what comes next. No fear, no doubt, no need to see, For in His hands, I let things be. He is my eyes, my unseen sight, He leads me swift through dark and light. No mind’s control, no cautious tread, Just trust that soars where angels tread. Battles rise, yet I do not fight, For He has claimed them in His might. With every fall, with every climb, He moves ahead, erasing time. He turns to me, His voice so near, "Will you go? Will you hear?" And I reply without delay, "Lord, just do it—have Your way!" How He loves when hearts let go, To ride the winds, to trust and flow. No fear, no weight, just love untamed, A heart set free, a soul unchained. So in the night, in depths unknown, I ride with Him, my spirit grown. For every step, for all ...