Upon My Heart

Upon my heart blows the Holy Spirit’s breath
with the whirlwinds from the past,
the wisps of thoughts weave through my mind
with the ghost from the valleys that I trod
so I can pauses and let my soul inhale
His healing breeze of saving light
until my lips given song I praise
over how He gave me strength
through every shadow and tear.

In that celebration of His deliverance
I slip into psalm of thanksgiving,
by faith I reach out with arms of trust,
cry Selah and Hallelujah,
before me flees the floundering in my heart,
inside I feel His redemption heal
and in the Lord’s radiance of love,
do I feel that cleansing of my sins,
to look upon life as a new creation,
only filled with awe and joy
because my Savior has come into my life,
made every weed and stone a gift
where my eyes and essence bath in that power,
which He touches to bring relief.

It is the baptism of believe
unto a revival of renewal,
a believer’s holiday of such rapturous grace
that casts away any darkness.

Then I hear with my spiritual ears
His word recalled as truth’s manna,
every grateful for its nourishment
with the sustenance of salvation,
ever becoming the Myrrh of indwelling
able to lift my sight beyond its cares.