Description
From Chapter 51, “Shivers,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
Aaron's words "I don’t need touch, I don’t need proof, your look alone becomes my truth," reveals what he thinks he sees in Belle, a love for him she may not even know is there. The song invites us to pause and feel the quiet strength found in unwavering love and faith. This song gently unfolds the deep longing and tender hope that reside in the heart, offering a warm reminder that true connection can bring peace even in solitude. It honors the sacredness of love that sustains through every season, encouraging a trust that transcends circumstance. Listening is a chance to be comforted by a voice reflecting steadfast grace.
Lyrics
Your face comes back and my breathing stalls,
Every cell cries out, when your presence calls.
I whisper Amen through a tightening chest,
Without your love, I’m in a solid mess.
And if I see it, just once, inside your eyes,
I’ll know I’m home, no more disguise.
Then your eyes say “I see you,” and I’m fed,
Enough to live on what your knowing said.
Praise God, praise God, for the gift of meeting you.
Praise God, praise God, for the gift of seeing you.
Praise God, praise God, for the way you calm my soul.
Praise God, praise God, for making broken whole.
This ache goes deeper than desire’s start.
There’s a you-shaped hole in my heart.
I saw my future split in two,
The life somehow, I already knew.
Because whether near or far apart,
You will still have all of my heart
Praise God, praise God, for the gift of loving you.
Praise God, praise God, for what that love can do.
Praise God, praise God, if this is all I’m given,
To love you well, and still keep on livin’.
I dreamed of halls with a hundred doors,
Every promise empty, every echo poor.
I fell to my knees at the farthest end,
Knowing hunger like this will never bend.
I stay rooted, through drought or rain,
Trusting God through joy and pain.
I don’t need touch, I don’t need proof,
Your look alone becomes my truth.
I walk on hope that makes no sense,
Sustained by something heaven-sent.
Praise God, praise God, for the gift of knowing you.
Praise God, praise God, for the truth you move me to.
Praise God, praise God, whatever comes to be,
Loving you has already rescued me.
May God send wind beneath your wings to raise,
Light every path all of your days.
And if I’m not standing near,
I still bless the day you appeared.
I don’t need promise, touch, or claim,
This love survives without a name.
Not all love asks to be returned,
Not all love has to be confirmed.
Praise God, praise God,
Praise God, praise God
