Hand In Hand
I changed my mind when you showed me the truth,
I tested each and every one of you,
I took my time, and did it in purpose,
I knew exactly what I was doing, because i tested the spirits,
I've been called a fool on many occasions,
Yet I knew it was never foolish, it's called intelligence,
I press in a little harder, because i want to see,
The face behind the makeup, so I know exactly what I'm seeing,
God hardwired me to pay attention to detail so many times,
That i notice things others might throw out without even trying,
I want to see what I'm up against, I am a watchman,
I wake up at the crack of dawn and pray against it,
The treasure I have is to watch my God intercede,
I wasn't aiming for their acceptance, or so they believe,
My heart has mourned losses, yet he reminds me I'm not lost,
I knew many of the positions he's placed me in would come with a higher cost,
I knew it would entail some abandonment, or cause my heart to cry,
But what you don't see are the tears I cry for you, and all the prayers in the middle of the night,
I'm not ashamed of the sensitivity of my spirit, or whatever draws me near,
He protects my heart day and night, he takes away the fear,
He directs the perspectives of my emotions and places then in order everytime,
He also uses them to bring me closer to him, to reflect, and see my own life,
My heart will still remain giving, and sometimes the most rewarding is when you can't see,
Because that is when faith kicks into high gear, disciplining the hour I first believed,
There is no lost cause when faith directs your steps, because it's really not about the outcomes at hand,
It's the frame of mind and heart to trust in His love, and walk with him hand in hand.
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