Do You Really Mean the Words?

Whenever I sing the lines of Hezekiah Walker’s 'I Need You to Survive', I find myself reflecting deeply. That song doesn’t just stir emotions; it provokes thoughts.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but every time I hear or sing those lyrics, I begin to ask myself:

  • Do I really love the people I claim to love?

  • Do I see them as part of God’s body, or am I trying to play the role of the entire body?

  • Do I truly stand with them when they need me the most?

  • Do I even listen to their opinions, or do I always insist on having the final say?


  • Do the words I speak to them not cut deeply like a butcher's knife?

  • Do my words instigate suicidal thoughts or help heal their wounds?


  • Do I honestly pray for them, or are my silent thoughts toward them laced with bitterness or competition?

The truth is, they may not be oxygen, but you still need people to do life.
 You need shoulders to lean on. Ears to listen. Hands to hold.
 You need presence. Fellowship. Unity.

So let me ask you:

Whenever you sing that song, are you just singing to fulfil all righteousness?
 Does the song mean something to you?
 Does it challenge your walk of love?

If you’ve never thought about it this way, you’re welcome.
 Now pause. Reflect. And take action.

Let love lead; not just in words, but in how you show up.
 Daily.



✍The Expression Voice

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