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.