His Love

His love is alive, a fire on the inside, Leading me through troubles and strife, Giving me directions with Him as guide, Letting me know all I need for this life. His love is new each day, a prayer often prayed, Teaching me to give of myself, the inner wealth, Reminding me that I’m a living testimony, conveyed, Reassuring me that I will always overcome stealth. His love is an opportunity to become generous, Leaving stinginess to reach toward true charity, Realizing that giving from a heart to overgenerous, Knowing that I’ve been blessed with a sincerity. His love is the welcome home from angel’s songs, Attracting my heart and soul to heaven’s gate, Inviting me to praise from where my heart belongs, Igniting the feelings inside that tell me He is great. His love is the answer to so many of my prayers, Whispers of faith setting out toward new paths, Gracing my home with feelings felt with tears, Amending my worries and anxieties from wraths. His love is that second chance when I’ve been lost, Gently telling me I can make it when I’ve been down, Encouraging me to give it my all and not to exhaust, Inspiring me to push forward toward that crown. His love is the blessing that lasts throughout it all, Breathing words of insight and inspirational joys, Picking me back up when despair causes me to fall, Energizing my spirit with the wonder of great poise.