Home is where I feel loved. A safe haven from the storm. A place where I can let
my hair and guard down, comfortable in sharing all that I am. Tears running down
my face in laughter or pain, when I’m home, it’s okay. You are my home.
Woman that loves you with all her heart and soul
Through hardship and pain, our victory is found in you.
With each breakthrough, you are our triumph.
In every season, you are our joy and comfort, our strength and peace.
You are our perfect pace.
Every tear has a story. Some tears are shed in sadness, repentance, anger or joy.
Yet, some tears fall because of standing in the awesome presence of God.
Overwhelmed by his grace, mercy and amazing love, the saturation of his spirit in
our hearts is expressed in uncontainable tears.
No matter the reason, tears are cleansing for the soul.
Before making assumptions or judgements, know the story.
I’m with you, baby. Over the mountains, through
the valleys and flatlands. I’m with you.
Gems all around; diamonds, sapphires, rubies and pearls. Do you handle them with care or treat them commonly because they’ve been scattered about for so long? Would you flush a diamond down the toilet? Throw emeralds and garnets out the window?
Ah, but those garnets, not the typical red. Rich mahogany, spicy like cinnamon with a hint of honey when the light catches them just so, are uncommon.
The girl with garnet eyes stands before you. While eyes are on her, her gaze is fixed only on you. Eyes that close in prayer, fighting for you. Eyes that cry in the night, wiping away tears at dawn with hope and faith. Her love for you isn’t past tense; it is present and it is future. Will you recognize and cherish the jewel in your hand or let it slip away?
Looking into your eyes is enough
Holding your hand is enough
Laughing with you until I cry or being with you in complete silence is enough
Knowing that you love me and you’ll always be there is enough
We’re complete people in our own right, but interlocking halves of the same soul, and that’s enough
That’s all I need