Speak to my heart




Speak to my heart, Holy Spirit
The message of love, love to encourage me
Lifting my heart from despair, how you love
love, love me and care for me
Speak to my heart, Lord." 

More and more I understand the sanctity of song, especially those of the "gospel" genre.  More and more, I'm appreciating its primacy in Mother's life.  I've noted before how as a kid, I'd wake up to one of her renditions, which served as a telling barometer of "our" life that day(since I didn't get a vote.  Too young).  

When Mother felt downhearted, she might sing "What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry  Everything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer." 

I could sense introspection when Mother recalled "I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses, And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses.  And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known."

Conversely, she sang joy-filled lyrics, like

"Oh, happy day (O, happy day)"Oh, happy day (Oh, happy day)
When Jesus washed (When Jesus washed)"Oh, when He washed (When Jesus washed)
He washed my sins away, Lord (O happy day)
Ah, happy day (Oh, happy day)"

Mother asked  Our Father to "Order my steps in Your word dear Lord Lead me, guide me every day Send Your anointing, Father I pray Order my steps in Your word Please, order my steps in Your word."  She rejoiced with "At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled away (rolled away), It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day."

I believe, now, my love for and desire to write poetry germinated from Mother's early playlists.  Her "Go-Tos" account for so much of my intellectual curiosity, if not my spiritual development.  Yet, finally, I felt the spark of the Holy Spirit flickering in me.  While it seemingly took forever, the longer I've lived the stronger the flicker burned until It became a flame, burning brightly and more eternally than the one at the grave of beloved President John F. Kennedy.  But trust me.  Years had been consumed before I even began to connect the dots! 

Order my steps in Your word
Order my tongue in Your word
Guide my feet in Your word
Wash my  heart in Your word
Show me how to walk in Your word
Show me how to talk in Your word
When I need a brand new song  to sing
Show me how to let Your praises ring
In Your word, in Your word."

 

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