He and Me

I will not have
a life unlived
on the edge of fear
the sweet small voice
within my jaded heart
I still hear
He writes a perfect melody
waiting on me for the harmony
I turn
I move
I start
I struggle to let go
lest I fall apart
but God’s alive and inside me grows
He pushes me to soar for He knows
the music buried alive mustn’t die
I am no longer able to live my lie
with gentle hands, He reaches out
upon my tongue, He rolls about
together infused, we birth a song
He hums the tune, I sing along
and beauty small and heaven sent
through the terror and mire he rents
and from bud to glorious flower
we create hour after hour
Dusk sneaks up behind me now
day has past, upon my vow
I committed, laid open wide
my heart to Him of the eternal tide
And with Him I will create and guide
and fear not, for He walks beside
Never will I be alone
in complete safety, I will roam
and live
and breathe
each moment still
in rapture
in sunlight
upon each hill
every day unlike the past
each experience I will grasp
and learn
and move
in separate time
and pen the dance
and dance the rhyme….