23 | January | 2015 | Who Will Speak

Both in storms and peace resides He with me.

Unbinding my heart –setting my spirit free

Within me He breathed something most unique

Which causes others behind my back to speak

Of that which they have no comprehension seeks

To bring me to their level of weak

But only One resides in the highs and the opposite peaks

And lands me squarely on both of my feet

Those who think they know the name of my street

Will miss the message that was short and so sweet

He calls me to this mission’s feat

And infuses my strength when it depletes

Because inheritance belongs to the meek

And before the enemy defines that which is oblique

He will have missed the message and bow down in defeat

So I embrace my storms that rage and shriek

Because the ultimate prize – salvation—I keep

Who Will Speak