HEART SPEAKS (SOMETIMES)

Some days you just want to do over
Sometimes you wish to live again
Sometimes it just easier
To forget that you ever went
Down that road
Ah but there are no secrets
When it comes to the Lord
For all that is done in secret
Will be revealed one day
Oh how what is private
To our selfish flesh
Becomes everyone’s business
Once your heart speaks through your mouth
Bitterness will poison every word
Lust will drip from your eyes
Unforgiveness taints your heart
Oh how the heart speaks no matter
The package that it is wrapped in
Some days you just want to smack everyone
Sometimes you just about do
Sometimes it’s much easier
Never to have gotten out of bed
If only you could take back
The time spent where you should have never been
But what to do
What to do
When you have unclean hands
Ah but God in His mercy
Has laid out His way
Confession is good for more than the soul
It cleanses the space between God and you
Some days it can be hard to come to Him
Knowing what you know
Some things you don’t want to relive
Or tell anyone much less the Lord
Sometimes the pain is blinding
Oh but the relief you can have
Bring your sometimes to Jesus
That He may wash your heartspeak clean

Angel Barreto

WHAT COULD AND MIGHT BE

I could look in the mirror
To see the man I am
It is so much easier than
Looking at what You have of me
Oh this fear of failing
Takes it toll on me
Frozen from the fallout
Of what could and might be
Yet the spark that You ignited
Still burns deep
What would the possibilities be
If I simply trusted and believed
Oh this fear of failure
Of what could and might be
How one can make something
Out of nothing at all
There is a verse that floats in my brain
It keeps reminding me
Of all You will do through me
Yet this man gets so filled with himself
He has no room for this
Life of faith and love and mercy
So much easier to live in what could be
Yet the Holy Spirit keeps leading me
To places of joy and wonder
But oh this fear of failing
Of what could and might be
Shakes the sense out of me
Oh if I would walk by faith
If I would live like I do
If I would stop pretending
To be a martyr and a fool
Then I would be so amazed at
What could and might be

Angel Barreto