RHYTHM

 

God's voice is the rhythm to my heart.
The beat flows so effortlessly.
I find myself getting lost in the cadence
Of “I. LOVE. YOU.”

How wonderful it is to know that the pace of my heart
Is guided by the One True King.
And to think—
I almost gave that up for a world that was never meant to last.

How foolish I was to almost trade my soul,
Exchange my life,
Sell my spirit
To a buyer who never had the money and had no intention of paying.

I almost dropped the beat following a world I was meant to leave behind—
A pause in my life,
Longing for and loving sensations and situations that neither longed for nor loved me.

How careless—
My weak attempts to create a rhythm of my own:
An arrhythmia,
A misguided beat.

I wanted a rhythm and not the rhythm.
Why keep up the tempo of the world
When God’s tempo is the one that created you,
Molded you,
Formed you?

God is the pacemaker of your soul.
Why would you want something artificial—
That won’t last,
That you’ll have to keep replacing—
Because it was never designed to keep you alive?

Don’t harden your heart to the One who is the rhythm that is our lifeline.
That’s when you flatline.