I thought I had lost my voice
Not realizing that I had a choice in the matter
Because all that really mattered was if I was
Speaking to The Most High or letting Him speak thru me
I didn’t know what I’d have to say
I hadn’t picked up the pen in over 300 days
Was what I had to say even relevant
I still had my diary to vent but what about my
Art. What about my gift
I had left it alone like my pocket’s lint
And forgot who even gave me the hint
The best thing about writing from the heart is
That it has no end as long as you start
Maybe I was lacking the courage to begin again
Did I hold onto my previous point of view
Which took the focus off of you, my Father
It seemed like everyone else got my words
But I just didn’t know what to say when it came to
You. How could I ever make up for all the
Empty lines and flashes of words running across my mind
This year is almost done and this is my answer
I’m letting YAH direct the path that I’m on
It’s never too late to follow the course
As I”m writing these words with a little remorse
I guess I didn’t have the right words to say that I was
Humbling myself so I can remain on the same page
Realistically it shouldn’t have taken this long
But who am I to question where I belong
No mistakes were ever made
Just lessons learned along the way
And maybe this will speak to someone with a
Similar journey. Yearning for the Father’s
Attention although it never departed
I’m tapped into the mission of putting Him first
Cleansing my mind from the dirt
Renewing my heart from the hurt
And joining YAH on this search of wisdom
He chose the best quality and gave it femininity
It’s in me already but I had to seek Him
I’m grateful He’s restoring what I thought was gone
I guess that’s why it took me so long
I was scared to lose the piece of me that set me
Apart. But why was I looking for a reason to be
Set apart when YAH already made it so from the
Start. I had to recognize my position in His heart
Which is His child. A father who will never set you
To the side. You’re always His priority. I am
YAH’s priority. He set me free. He made me me.
A special creation that’s one of a kind. Easy to
Search for but hard to find. I like being
YAH’s prize. A true JEWel of The Most High.
HalleluYAH