Go To OKLA, What Ever It Takes

On a Sunday I was singing and praying for the worship service

and I was broken as Truth whizzed through my heart

with sweet impartation that never fails

to change me from seemingly one seeking position

to an acceptance position

that has this overwhelming effect of divine Love. 

 

On and on it goes as it washes within me

with its simple yet profound purpose it was sent for;

taking me through the house weeping with hands raised. 

This strength now takes its adrenalin serious
and begins with new purpose
to shower God's heart within my heart ...
His affection.  

- - -

Now, days later I remain in awe
as I wonder about in this invasion of Love talk
which struck me
with its softening that turns a stony heart into flesh. 

With confidence the Holy One spoke to teach me,
“It’s not the words we sing,
it’s the heart we bring.”  

Without words,
just me,
I go, I bring my heart
 and watch Him be delighted. 

Oh my…! 

But Wisdom continues...
Surrendering with new depth
to the One I have eyes for,
I am challenged yet another time,
as this mama’s heart yearns for children I’m given. 

Three birthed and two added gifts through marriage. 

I speak their names with ferventness,
causing sensation of passions to curl my body
to crumble under its load. 
Too heavy is its love passing through me! 
Too crushing is the weight of such strong imprints
upon my heart of need. 

Music of worship and prayer playing in the background,
I hear the tearing of another’s words I recognize too well
as they cry…
”get us ready, whatever it takes”.  

I fall in response. 
I recall - September, 2011, setting in a tree
with two granddaughters,
I was visited by the Voice of One’s Commanding Love
coaching me. 

Torn by the pain of a traumatic brain injury
 that released confusion within my husband’s life,
its load crushed and bruised
 my love made for him
 a tower to give him refuge
during a time he would never remember. 

As my strength weakened and his gained,
I could not escape the trap words built to stone me. 
They had a fire I could not seem to pass through. 
I weakened day by day until His Chariot rode to my side,
guiding this heart to Come. 

In this paradise, a tree,
I giggled and shared in the fun,
the work of my son, for his daughters’ enjoyment
this silly little tree house. 

Yet, My heavenly Father came
 to offer in a blink of an eye,
the same …
His Work for my enjoyment,
His daughter. 

His Love spoke with safety one never ignores
as I heard,
“Go to Oklahoma, no matter what it takes!” 

I scarcely heard ‘no matter what it takes’
for my thoughts were focused upon
“GO TO OKLAHOMA”
Hearing clearly
but without the comprehension of experience. 

I immediately raised the question to connect Eye to eye
that was screaming in my head,
“WHAT?” 

Again, I hear Him say with what seemed to be
an image before me
as big as a mountain
and yet transparent like a faded photograph,
“Go to Oklahoma, no matter what it takes!” 

Having but little discerning of what this might mean
and yet a million thoughts of what it might bring,
I felt amazing peace.  

The process begins.  Shaken I call…Oh Lord,
I know only to walk in Your Voice’s Call. 

With weakness of flesh
but with great intensity
from this mysteriously highly seasoned Encounter,
I walked in the office of a place of employment
with my summon. 

I gave my instructed heart's command
to the man I loved.

I surrendered my resignation and cried before a boss
that calls me sunshine. 

 
I remained with no knowledge of how this would go?  
I only knew to ‘go’. 

On my way to OKLAHOMA I refused to call anyone. 
Then after four hours of driving, I knew it was time …
...where would I go? 

I called several family members
and no one seemed to have a phone,
for not even dial tones were heard. 

Over and over His sweet Voice would whisper ‘David’. 
I looked at my phone and with tears streaming
I followed His Voice, I made the move.  

David answered immediately
and arms were opened
and comfort drenched my heart. 

The beginning of an amazing restoration trickled in,
yet with force like a mighty water fall. 

Day and night it was as if angelic harmony was around me. 
Family and friends, new and known,
came in vast continuous waves
as weeping was met with healing. 

Separated from the gift of my husband,
I rode upon this unleashing New Sound of compassion
I was so unfamiliar with,
as His Heart carried me while my soul surrendered
against the levelheadedness a mind fights for.
That heavy chain that drags us around
as we depend upon our own understanding to prosper.  

Five months of His Jealous burning fire
Loved and held me within a celebrated victory
of my surrender. 

His Name written upon my heart,
I was singing His Love as it played its song in me,
but the enemy released hell against me. 

I lay in the Arms that never grows weary
nor put me down to walk alone,
yet I could see the gates of hell storming the door. 

Day and night amazing songs filled my heart
as I gathered His Glory to dance in. 

Following His Love to find Grace for my soul,
the same Call to go, made a divine Path
that amazes my heart for a bigger surprise
than I could have ever imagined. 

Again adding His Love with Arms outstretched
from the new and old, my world is enlarged. 
For my feet now walk His Love
in both Kansas and Oklahoma. 

Only my God can give such gifts that take me through life
with my days increasing in relationship. 

Why would I weaken when asked to pray
'whatever it takes'
upon the jewels in my life? 
Why would I soften to plead against God? 

Oh mighty Holy majestic One,
I run to Your alter and take with me my five. 

I dance as the Spirit gave His Wind’s Call for mine
but why was I stunned when this came?  
Was I holding to some unnoticed grip
that told me ‘I’ somehow could manage alone
to get them to find You?  

Why did I weep so when Your request was raised
that I pray this feat - RAID with inescapable contact
to each child for their homecoming to take place.  

How favored I am that You have reached so deep
within my soul to cry for those I love. 

Oh luxurious magnificent One, I celebrate this moment
and respectfully lay my prayer in line with Your Love
and surrender to whatever it takes,
cause them to know You, Holy One.   

Impart what it takes to have full view
of Your Glory which SPEAKS to the soul
and places a yearning run
to the rescue of Your Will, not our own. 

I take in Your cry for my children
and I come to this same agreement…
You are their Savior. 

With Your Love at each of our turns,
I continue to surrender and pray
pour upon us 
whatever it takes
to bring us fully to You.

Finding Belief

Oh deep love

that has walked into my life,

love that satisfies my eyes

and quenches the thirst of my soul

to such a depth

I cannot move from His stare. 

 

 Losing grip with what meets me with hold,

I have fixed my heart

to this river of warmth

and have no intentions of return. 

 

Its substance settles with such smoothness,

I dip my heart

into its refreshment

and allow all its love

intensify to increase desire

as I weaken to bow only to such passion. 

Expand, oh heart,

for I can only hope for more. 

Sweet like honey,

runs this passion about me

and I have only to taste one drop

to be kept in His promised arms. 

 

I lay in adoration

as love’s eyes speak

and I believe. 

 

Oh how thunderous

is the belief

that pierces with joy upon a broken heart;

the deafening love that thrust away

the enemy of pain. 

 

For who can question belief? 

Who can break its presence within? 

Who has the key to tear its wall of protection? 

 

Belief seals the weary mind

with acceptance;

no longer to remember pain. 

 

For in my heart is a birthed knowledge

of who You are

as Your eyes now roam

to love every inch of Your creation. 

 

Amazement fills my thoughts

as such love transforms the rags

of what blindness caused,

to this new belief now dominating

with inward knowledge of fact.

 

I BELIEVE...!

Running Free In His Thoughts

I am so exhausted Father,

I have so much of the world

upon my shoulder

and it is much heavier than I can carry. 

 

I just want to look for You! 

 

I marvel that finding You

is not like calling a number

set to work over and over,

but is more like a thought

that unlocks a closed door inside my soul.  

 

The puzzle is to find what 'thought'

I have allowed to trick me

and replace it with 'Your Voice'

so tender and calling.

 

My understanding fights

for it is sure it knows the number

that will work

 to hear the Sound

I long so deeply for,

but fails

for You are in constant want

to take me higher

than what my mind will go.

 

I cry...

SEARCH ME,

oh GOD!  

SEARCH me

that I lay my voice down

and take Your Word as my life.  

 

I just want to run free

in Your Thought where abundance

is all around;

no need to gather

as if there is not enough for tomorrow.  

 

One Word has abundance

 for days and days. 

In Your thought,

I soar in shared rapture

 as all fight leaves

and irreplaceable emotions begins

to form a kingdom matchless to any other. 

 

My words take on a different current

as they swiftly create sources

for my soul to increase worth

as they build a temple of praise. 

 

What was distracting me

losses its image

 as the Face of supernatural

configures extraordinary bounty

to feed my unexpected hunger.

 

Relaxing of muscles happen

as unwinding of tense movement

melt tight thoughts

as the mind feasts on Spirit ease.  

 

Yearning

taste like sweet fruit

and the invitation is to consume

without end. 

 

Lightness seems the outcome

yet over and over

‘come and dine’ is encouraged.  

 

No purchase is required

and no side door is available. 

 

Enter in all heavy burdened...

His Thought (Word) is light.   

Only One

Here I am Poppa

with Your Love wrapped around me tight,

as this cloud of such favor

becomes the air I breath.

Seeing, seeing far more

than what eyes can see

simply by Your Presence

blowing in like a wind. 

 

I do not understand

but what a wonder,

this song that sings

to reveal the thoughts of a heart. 

 

Colors taking their place to create -

just as my thoughts rush in place

to demonstrate a Holy

that opens my eyes! 

 

Appearance of majesty

gazes in my soul

and soothes rough edges

that had taken me to unrest. 

 

Fullness now flows

and my body begins to float

upon a Truth

rather than a fear. 

 

Piercing eyes

scare away the tag-a-longs

that were assigned to annoy my day. 

 

A note shoots through the atmosphere

of my galaxy. 

I follow it

with all of my attention

for I know its purpose

is to lead me

to the still waters of Supremacy.

 

At the brooks of fresh water

I am excited to dance;

while outside this domain -

the wars of no Holy One cries. 

 

Foundation solidifies beneath me

and I grow like the mighty tree

with others planted all around me. 

 

My voice joins a part

that will form a whole

and glory is released

as my heart that was closed – opens now

for no fear has its borders. 

 

Weariness is lost

as strength to press in

takes over,

as the Risen One

begins His same work in me;

raising me above the dark of a virus

that hoped to eat away my soul. 

 

'Only One’

starts to be an understanding

rather than a challenge,

as focus is caught

like the excitement of seeing a shooting star. 

 

I am so loved and I see…

more than eyes can see…

I see His Love

and it is beautiful.

 

And there is

'Only One'

 

Me, other believers, the Trinity...just ONE.

Questions - God I Have A Million Of Them

Questions - thoughts turned for learning.  When God says my name, "Charlotte", what is He thinking?  Does He smile, laugh, cry, or shower mercy according to His kindness.  And if all of the above - when, how, why?  

I have learned to be fearless in questioning for it places me in a beautiful position to learn.  I was reading a private message posted to me this morning and wanted to share a heart as anonymous that warms my heart every time I see him or hear from him.  We conversed for some time but I can't find the beginning of our conversation. 

Anonymous: I had to move this to here so we can talk more lol anyways, should a piece of clay worship us because we "created" it into something? Although that in itself is contradictory to your beliefs in that everything was created by God. I also still don't understand when you say we will never understand His love because we are only human, then why devote your life to it?

Charlotte: cool..! Okay. Your first question is devoted out of selfishness and I understand selfishness all too well. :0( but with Love... not the love we actually understand... but pure Love... yes.. it will be natural or designed in the original creation.. or so our hearts seem to seek after. all 'humans' are built in to 'love'... it is just because we are in constant learning of it and have fallen so far from it, we fall to find .. well, that didn't work! Only until total surrender applies do we seem to find pure Love and an inner peace that runs its training through us. Because I am 'created' in His likeness, WHATEVER that is?.. then I am finding that surrender to love 'unselfishly' has become the 'thing' that is growing inside me. I do not understand because I am still in such a baby stage of growing. Something or this pure Love that seems to be growing inside me, assures me that I have eternity to learn and be loved. How in the heck is that understood? I devote my life to it because I STILL have selfishness so dominate in my life. I still  want to think I am responsible or 'good enough' for this crazy extravagant love... but I cannot prove myself to be. I fall short or miss that mark by leaps and bounds. I devote my life to this because it is in me to do so. I am overwhelmed with what it brings... that I LOVE.. what I do not like is the sacrifice it takes to get to that... BUT like all things that are amazingly 'worth' the fight... I fight to get there. It is a Place.. an inner 'mansion' that seems to be prepared for just me. Explain your greatest moment. Yea, can't can you. Explain your most joyous feeling. Bet cha it might sound like someone else's and they will not even 'love' it like you do. This is what goes on in the heart surrendered to God's Love. It is up and down because we, like a child, are learning to walk in it. But wow.. the excitement of a step or two. What next... wooohoooo...!

Anonymous: That expectation or hopefulness of living for eternity in a mansion and having whatever you want after serving in life, just seems to me to be a part of the "religion" that is corrupt as you refer to it. It seems, like Muslims believe they get 40 virgins or whatever, that it is just a ploy to gain followers based off of fear of an afterlife full of pain for not following. I feel as if there were a God that is perfect in every way, he would not have the human emotion such as envy or greed. He is an entity, not inside a human body but just an energy, a soul if you will, that is all knowing and all powerful, too wise to want praise.

Charlotte: a mansion could very well be a 'state of being'. We are extremely challenged with our vocabulary in making an explanation of a time, event, place, and/or feeling. I say 'i love you' and can mean so many different emotional depths that it would almost be impossible for you to know what all i am saying. Praise, is a love note. I praise my mom and dad for love they have given me. It is a wonderful expression but little is said if my actions do not back that up. I am but a voice speaking a loud noise. BUT to praise my God, who created me so He could Love me... just crazy... absolutely crazy and i want to know this more and more in its depth. Not my words or understanding but His. WHAT ARE YOU SAYING...??? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHAT DO I HAVE TO OFFER YOU? This is something that is within me that drives me to know more about love... tell me, tell me more. What I’ve seen is hurtful and painful many times. What i try to mimic is dreadfully short of what something inside tells me is real. God is so soooo wise to know praise is what love is based on. Soooooo learn to praise and you show love. This is something to do with how he sees me. He loved or 'praised' me enough that He sent a man/God to the earth and that man/God raised from the dead. To show me how deep this Love was. Muslims, oh my... if they want to give you 40 virgins... well, sounds like a tremendous joyful time for a moment... but I’m not sure it will fulfill the longing for intimacy that cries for REAL and genuine that we all seem to scream for. Fear of the afterlife is sad... i mean that anyone would use that to manipulate another for their own puny understandings or to be exalted to some level of self-worth. Goodness... what a sad thing to do. It will only cause more fear. Fear does not bring love or contentment.... only self-centeredness to preserve one self. God is an energy... well put... my thoughts anyway. Wow... what an energy but with a purpose and that is to Love. To love me.

Charlotte: I sure enjoyed the conversation and that jab to make me think. More than anything, it causes me to just hear what is in my own heart. What and where am I coming from? Interesting! I was re-reading some this morning and caught your question about God verses envy or greed. Makes me think of how 'jealous' God is. I read from others who have walked seeking God (bible) that He is extremely jealous.... NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME..!!!! That means He is pretty jealous or possibly greedy to want me and for me not to wonder off to others. I wish i could say I have not done so but with my soul in want so much, I have wondered to lift up other 'things' or emotions, and even people above my desire to know God. What it has caused is a shocking unfulfilled heart; this (I wonder if the only way to know this is to experience it??) means I came to find it NOT feeding me AND I LOVE TO BE FED. :0).  We are born hungry souls and so if I’m born hungry then I will continue to feed. God, on the other hand, each time I come to Him I find fulfillment. Some may say He lets them down... I say... you have Him pegged wrong or according to your 'own' selfishness; somehow, pulling from a 'taught' expectation but not from a true full blown 'experience' with Him. His Life causes my life to be satisfied as I continue to seek and find food for my soul. I find in all my running but seeking... He remains with me. I know of NO ONE or NOTHING that has done that sort of thing for me. If you asked, why is God envious or have greed... your explanation is or must be under the assumption it is for 'His' good and not yours... but it is the other way around (like a mother or dad's watch upon a child for safety)...just like He has placed in us when having children. His greed for you is to Love and protect you from our wondering starving souls. Totally to 'save' us as the perfect example of a father or mother!

Have a super day ... i LOVE your search. You've been found my sweet child. He is chasing you with His Love. Fun to watch His Love chase those He creates..!

My thoughts about my opening question... When I seek my God's thoughts, I must take all and who I am to Him.  I can't stop to clean up.  I can't wait till I have my question in some form of 'pretty' state. I must go immediately - as I am.  What does God think when He calls my name.  Well, the Word was God and the Word was with God but laid down His life and came to show me the Father's love. The Word (Jesus) died so that there was no wall between me and Him.  I hear the Father say my name, Charlotte, and with every letter of its sound, He speaks it to pull me into His arms.  For He speaks it with such Love, it moves every created substance to catch my eyes and affection toward Him.  He is endless and my name is etched into this fact.  

No Time Involved

Sometimes 

moments can take on 

a ‘no time involved’

 feel.  

My heart gets this pull 

like a call is sounding within

and a smile develops, 

for love is knocking.  

Strong 

is the romance of being so loved 

as it surrounds every thought 

I have with its woe 

to come play.  

I lose concentration 

of this world’s concerns, 

and like a child 

I run to the scene 

that paints such love for me.  

A flash of apprehension stares 

– do I have time?  

Love smiles with patience 

and remains sounding.  

I surrender 

as arms with bear hug passion 

wrap me in its squeeze 

and we giggle together.  

Love starts its

‘no time involved’ 

as hearts smash 

all priorities set 

with its play that amazes.  

I am in another time. 

Where is trouble?  

Where is confusion?  

Where did they hide 

when love began its song 

with a pitch that raises my eyes?  

Is my dance seen 

as my heart skips 

with this song I hum along with?  

This mystery I see afar off 

gives me new steps 

to chase its levels 

like doors of wonders 

awaiting my pleasure.  

Hear the sound, 

its unblemished tones 

raging to capture me 

with its meticulous choices 

created to win me 

with satisfactions I knew not 

I could find.  

Oh the joys 

of touching into love 

simply 

because it wants me.  

No straining or making ready, 

just go 

as it falls like a rain 

sprinkling from above.  

Money, earthly riches, 

all cares have absolutely no value.  

I am the only value 

that comes; 

me, 

who I am 

is all love wants 

to play with.  

Eternity is upon my heart.

Where's God When I'm Sick

Where is the love bumps when we feel sick?  

Gosh, how many times do I wonder this as I pray, medicate, rest, bark, etc etc...!  Our body in a huge fight as we wonder if our voice is being heard; or reluctant to admit....could it be He is backing off somewhere forgetting His love promise to us.? 

During these times I often wallow with my pain thinking... don't visit me with your happy face!  Talk to me ... sure... but …. give 'me' relief or please don’t bother me when my body has lost its alert and satisfying health. 

Then it comes crashing in....Can a God who is never sick understand? Can He?  

I ask because He is God, and I am not.  I ask because I trust His beautiful heart will somehow take my thoughts and rest in them with His own, and oh how I love these times.  It’s like something within swells as all the good runs quickly to mend all the empty that was there; expanding and taking advantage that I allowed the nourishment of superior foods be consumed me rather than the everyday hot dog full of leftover meat no one wants.   I open up my heart and He is so faithful to feed. I trust the cleansing my thoughts will develop as His school of Love desires such progress.   I cannot prove God, but He is amazing in proving Him Self.  

Trusting Him more and more has such an exciting finale...

but what about the now?  

What about when I’m sick?

And then a thought comes with such tears I can hardly be its vessel.  The feeling is overwhelming and I wonder if I will be able to type such a crushing voiced thought.  I hear God’s sickness.  I feel His eyes lowering to the heavy weight of reality for human.  Am I hearing right?  Could I be listening to the rain of pain in Pure form.  Oh God, do I see true pain as I surrender more of me - to You, the absolute of Pure pain? 

We have freedom from pain tagged as self-centered gratification much like we want a million dollars.  If only I had a million dollars I could be or do so much and yet I have done so little with my dollar.  If only I were not sick and tired, I could move and have my being in the Lord Jesus Christ, and yet I smile in my health and forget Him.  Pure pain sees the birthed riches of His Glory in great surplus, but the testimony goes forth that there is none.  God looks upon His love creation as they walk outside His Name; lost in the bounty of the earth, lost in the health and wealth of ‘no lack’.  The lavishness of His plenty has no body bondage, it has no grave to avoid.  The great quantity of His prosperity is not packaged in reference to the eyes of human understanding. Had human been able to restore its race, it would have raised itself from death that stole its soul.  No, human fails to heal and know healing.  The insufficiency of healing is at constant work in the body the healing God wants, which is the restored soul that longs to have heavenly life verses earths decaying substances.  

Father’s love is of constant flow but I don’t hold a constant knowledge of this through an emotional sensation.  Often I cry for this as if I am being punished.  Just like I whine at my spouse for his attention to be devoted to my wants, I wonder why he has deserted me at such a strong time of need when everything is not dropped for this sad whining.  It is funny how we diagnose our spiritual state in such close relationship to our ‘good’ feelings or ‘bad’ feelings.  And yet I truly think Father uses our emotions to stir us for changes and closeness He desires.  It has nothing to do with HIS promise to never leave us but it (emotions) is an excellent source to get us to get up and work at recovery from deceit or vain desires that steal our joy and contentment.  We know His Love is eternal and in all situations abundant, but deeply guilty of floundering in pity and difficulties as we push for more of God during our down times.  With this in mind… I still want to pray in honest heart.  This is how I discover such beautiful love notes written for me.  For ‘how’ I feel,  is about ‘how’ God feels that I connect to.  I've leaned to take great notice to my feelings.  Question them... they speak so much louder than my words.  I want my heart to change... this will be noted by my emotions and I will act upon it.  If my emotions are out of whack .. oh yeah... I am truly out of whack   Time to talk to GOD...!

Father, I continue to not feel good.  Struggling to even give thought of You while my body aches to find health once again. Nothing can separate me from the Love of Chris,; but much can separate my emotions from the wonderful sensation of Your eye upon me.  I want to apologize for such self thoughts and heart that wonders.  I don’t understand the richness of Your love and neither do I understand when I feel depleted.  Do you heal? Absolutely, I don’t think I struggle in that for all that was paid for by Your Son’s life blood.  Taking communion at church the other day was such a miracle remembrance of Jesus’ walk on earth and the finale He ultimately gave so that I lack NO thing.  Bloodshed that signifies a price paid for my sickness and pain, death, hell and the grave.  Confident of the emotions You created, I find safety in whatever I am feeling, great walls are placed so that even the gates of hell cannot prevail against me and win.  

Oh but there is a place that my soul has freedoms where Your Name vibrates with the Life that takes hold of every emotion and I am caught in its wind.  It matters not where it blows, just that I am within its push.  I hear Jesus’ Name and a sweetness forms a smile as I taste how it lifts me to its table.  A love begins to voice by stirring my insides into focus for each sound to escape from the pureness it sings.  No need for a lot of conversation, for emotions speak now with assurance there is no world sweeter, no other place has this.  Whispering kisses touch my thoughts as I join the intimacy it builds between us.  I am overcome with fear as it states IT IS.  The fear that knows where you are, is holy!  A kingdom that has fallen into the emotions of all my senses.  Over and over a word or phrase builds and each time it’s like hearing it the first time, for strength of beauty it rides.  My heart beats excitedly as I draw closer to where I am.  This place where emotions are softened to hear but with strength to call what is not as is.  One, two, three, four goes the silent emotions of being in the presence of rich pleasures pounding in and about me.  Even my breath seems to engage in this fear that makes me know I am not who I was.  Sensation of emotions are dominate as I was down, but now up; was longing, but now fulfilled; was in question, but now positive.  No want owns my thoughts any longer for I have the ultimate swirling within and winning all things for me.  Emotions now rejoice as they can only follow this Spirit that has signed me up for a kingdom first designed in heaven as it works its layers in my heart. I hear the tunes emotions only posses if listening to this Name above all the rest.  When spoken, it lives forever to perform its destiny. When heard, it surrounds like a fortress to hold His loveliness a home.  One cannot pass through without its lightening electrifying all nerve signals of the center of my world.  Jesus, the Name spoken, and wildly it moves through the air to make fresh manna for all those calling upon it.  Where it is so strong, you no longer wonder if the rocks could actually cry out to this Name.  The Name has the universe in His hands.  Without judgment, I fear.  Without darkness, I see clearly for His Name shines within.  Emotions, oh yes, emotions talking as I release them to run; run to touch heaven’s throne and bring back to me His Word to manifest His image to appear as peace.   Having no beginning or end, Father gives, as His nature continues to grow in my thoughts and emotions so open to touch Him.  Keen to the heat of love’s fire, I walk in His garden full of blossoms that light my emotions not relying upon flesh comforts.  

Jesus, Your Name is a song.  Jesus, Your Name flows deep and wide as the borders of my knowledge stretch to hold each letter as a symbol of kingship over me.  Warmly Your Name speaks to bid I stay.  Jesus I drink the cup of Your Name and watch its waves ripple through me, falling, falling, saturating, as I close my eyes to give magnitude to my emotions. 

Love so pure, a partnership of intimate oneness begins as we take upon each other’s emotions beyond self seeking blindness, but crossing over to fixed eyes for only one another’s heart.  

Then we fly.  Fly to a place where love locks arms and weeping of joy becomes the face I wear.  Heavenly eyes are audience that witness as a message sounds, “He has found His beloved.”