Truth be told, I’m cold;
But it’s not really me, it’s my heart that’s cold;
There was a time when my heart felt like molten gold,
Impassioned with zeal and love for the Lord;
Now, here’s an empty cold vessel made of gold;
It’s laden with dust and hidden out of sight;
But out of sight, is a dangerous place to be.
True beauty is the Glory of God.
That is beauty that blinds – literally.
The Glory that leaves a mark on everything He creates;
A beauty that transforms whomever gazes upon it.
Beauty that is truly breathtaking – literally.
“Every-time the Lord speaks to His children, know that the devil is just around the corner waiting and wanting to add his two cents. Give him a chance, and you will get an earful of doubt and a smoldering spread of unease.” – Makafui.
The sound my heart makes when it breaks in repentance;
The echoes that follow my steps as I come into Your presence;
The clash when my knees hit the ground in reverence;
Every beat of my heart, reminding me of Your goodness;
There is something that I need to see,
Something I need to write.
Is it beauty, or glory;
Maybe grace personified?
The countenance of kindness,
The colour of wrath,
Following the echoes in the dark corridors of time,
I make my way along the thread of Fate;
Armed only with a firm conviction – Faith;
The hope of a Light at the end of the tunnel;
So I take a step, gently, confidently, cheerfully;
Place one foot in front of the other.