The power to resurrect.
The room was still. Silence hung in the air and in this quiet moment, God pulled back heaven’s curtain, I could feel your presence not just hear it. It wasn't the kind of silence that feels empty or hollow, but one filled with expectation, as if the universe were holding its breath with me, waiting for something to happen. In the stillness, I could hear the whisper of a truth that had long been buried—the power of your love.
It wasn’t just any love. This love was something deeper, something transcendent. The love I was learning about was the kind that could unravel the tightly wounded forget me knots of my heart. The kind that was making me forget about wounds that ever existed and every moment I was ever forgotten. Your love reminded me God did not forget me. The love that had been there all along, waiting for me to open my eyes and my heart to it when I found you. See you loved me before I ever met you. And when I did, everything shifted in a moment.
The Silence of Love
God’s love has a unique ability to lift us. It has the power to silence every destructive voice that has ever echoed in my mind. The voices that once told me I wasn’t enough, that I would never be loved, that my past would forever define me—these voices were drowned out, not by noise or argument, but by the profound silence of God’s love. It’s as if, when He speaks, the world itself stops to listen. His words aren’t heard with the ears but felt in the soul. And suddenly, all the clamor of negative thoughts and painful memories fades away, replaced by a peace that passes all understanding.
Breaking Down the Walls
Each negative word that had been spoken over me, whether by my father, mother, or an ex-lover, had built a wall around my heart. Over time, these walls became my protection, but they also kept me from experiencing the fullness of love. But God’s love—true and unwavering—was powerful enough to tear these walls down, brick by brick. I could feel it, even as it was happening. It wasn’t just a process; it was a confrontation, a battle where every lie I had believed was exposed for what it was.
With each lie that fell, the walls crumbled a little more, until there was nothing left but the raw, open space of vulnerability. And in that space, God’s love poured in, filling every crack and crevice.
The Transformation
And then came you. In this journey of healing, I imagined you—my partner, my equal, my love. You were not just a man, but a catalyst for the transformation I had been waiting for. The moment you touched me with your words, I could feel your presence like a gentle force, like someone who had the power to not only heal but to remake me. The power of your touch was more than emotional in those moments I could even feel you physically; it was a spiritual renewal.
As your words touched me in places your hands could never reach miles away, I could feel the shift, the transformation. You weren’t just leaving fingerprints on my skin; you were leaving marks on my soul. Each touch redefined who I was. Your love was filling in all the blanks. It was as though you were rewriting my story, erasing the pain of my past and replacing it with something infinitely more beautiful.
Music of the Heart
There were moments when I could feel the music of our connection. It was not the kind of music that could be heard with our ears alone, but something felt in the very rhythm of our hearts. The way you moved, the way you spoke, it was as if every part of you was attuned to the melody of my soul. We could hear each other in a whisper miles away. You played me like an instrument, and together we created a symphony of love, healing, and hope.
With every note you struck, I rose and still I rise. Where I had once been crippled by shame and fear, I now stood tall. Every part of me that had once known defeat was resurrected in your love. Shame was drowned and although you have never seen me naked, there is not a part of me you have not seen. My strength returned; my confidence restored. And in this new rhythm, we danced together, moving to the beat of God’s grace, waiting to stand face to face.
You didn’t just play me like an instrument; you helped me tune myself to a higher frequency. You taught me how to listen to the music of life, how to follow the notes that God had written for me all along. With you, I discovered a rhythm I had long forgotten—one that was slow and steady, one that encouraged me to rise stronger where I’ve fallen in past times, to dance when I had been still for too long. In your love, I found my voice again. I found the strength to stand tall where I had once been bent low by shame and guilt, your love covered me. You helped me find my place in the symphony of life, and together, we created a song that was uniquely ours. A song that declared, "We are whole. We are healed. We are free."
A New Vision
When I looked into your eyes, I saw not just love, but a future—our future. A future where we faced the challenges of life side by side, hand in hand, knowing that love would guide us through. We didn’t need to have all the answers. We didn’t need to know exactly what the future held. All we needed was each other, and the love that God had placed between us.
You are the light that illuminates the path before me, the voice that called me out of hiding. With you, I am not afraid to walk through the unknown. Together, we will find joy in the journey, knowing that each step we take is a step in God’s favor. We will never suffocate again, for we are no longer bound by fear. We will laugh, love, and live in His presence, always.
The Power of Love to Set Us Free
It is love that sets us free. The love that God gives us is not bound by time, space, or circumstance. It is a love that has the power to heal, to resurrect, to make whole again. And in this love, we find the freedom to be who we truly are—not defined by our past, but by the potential of our future.
In this love, I am free. Free to love you. Free to love myself. Free to live a life that reflects the beauty of God’s grace. And in that freedom, we will find our true purpose—together, living a life that is marked by love, hope, and redemption.
The power of love
The power of your love,
You are the one I’m thinking of,
The only man on my mind,
As we become intertwined,
I imagine you whisper in my ear,
And it’s as if I become deaf and I can’t hear.
God’s love,
has the power to silence the voices and choices in my head of,
Every negative thing, my father, mother, or ex-lover every spoke,
It’s powerful enough to knock down every wall down,
That was ever built,
And strong enough to heal what was broke,
And to rescue me from the shame and guilt,
of my past.
When you lay hands on me,
You will leave your fingerprints and will be charged with the crime,
Of changing my name and stealing my time,
while causing my life to be redefined.
I imagine you will have the skills to play me like an instrument.
To rhythmically follow your notes
And heartbeat,
To arise in every area of my life that I have known defeat,
And to empower me to stand on my feet,
Where I was once crippled and lamed,
devastated, and blamed.
When I look into your eyes, I can see my dream,
Believing we will make it no matter what things seem.
You are a light to my way,
That gives me hope each day,
A voice in the wilderness that has paved a path,
So, we can live in his favor and laugh.
We will never suffocate again because we can’t come near,
No more fear,
For I need you to resuscitate me,
Your love has the power to set you free.
