Guard My Heart, Lord

The city roars, the neon hums, the storm breaks inside a man who’s barely holding on—and then something impossible happens: peace walks into the room. That’s the heartbeat of Guard My Heart, Lord, a raw Soul-Testimony Blues journey set in 1970s Chicago, where brokenness meets a God who refuses to leave us to our unraveling.
If you’ve ever sat in a dim room wondering how everything got so loud—inside and out—this song will feel like stepping into your own story. It’s bluesy, gritty, and soaked in the ache of lived experience. But it’s also steeped in hope, stitched together with the promise that the peace of God doesn’t wait for calm conditions. It shows up right in the chaos, quietly, stubbornly, and faithfully guarding heart and mind when nothing else can.
The song traces one man’s fight with anxiety, heartbreak, and the relentless noise of Chicago streets. Neon signs flicker, bills pile up, memories haunt, and voices crack. Yet beneath the smoke and slow-burning guitar lines, something begins to change. Scripture surfaces in the darkness, not as a sermon, but as a lifeline. The peace of God becomes a sentinel—protecting, steadying, rebuilding.
By the time the final chorus hits, the same man who entered the song trembling stands anchored. The storm still rages, but it no longer rules him. Sometimes peace doesn’t explain itself. Sometimes it simply stands guard.
If you need a reminder that God steps into real-life mess, not sanitized perfection—this one’s for you.