His Room

Twas but the time

Not a moment to soon

That I was to allow God

into my creative room.

 

Came was a feeling

only once before felt

it washed me all over

blessed by this composure I held

and as He stirred through my spirit

came a hint of his divine wit.

 

My bones they tingled

from my head to my toe.

My soul it mingled

with a spiritual flow.

 

For now it was His show

and what He had in store

was left to glow

in the essence of forevermore.

 

While His words

they moved through me

I felt my heart as it beat

all the way to the bottom of my feet.

For these fingers

they moved to meet

His presence with a certainty.

 

For it was all I could hear

from a voice so clear

that shall always linger sweet within me

beneath these heavenly trees.

 

The love these words spoke

will forever echo

through the eternity of a soul

leaving those that are broke

left forever whole.

 

And in the shadows of me

Your love it dances like dream

wherein the hallways of your heart

I move with His harmony.

 

BeLove © 2018


My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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