Corridor of Heaven's Road

I come running, 

running so fast I can hardly slow my thinking down 

that I might offer You myself 

in return for Your peace 

within this night.  

Are the stars brighter 

or is that my imagination?  

Is the air made of nutrients 

for soul healing, 

or am I just following sounds of love 

that I drink with gulps of frantic passion.  

Can I stay?  

May I give You my eyes 

that plead to enter 

the Room of Glory 

with fullness I have yet to experience.  

I open my soul 

to find Your Name has colored my heart. 

I open my mind 

to wade deeper 

and find I stay afloat 

no matter how far I journey.  

Sunken are my feet 

into the corridor of heaven’s road.  

For the blood 

of One who died for me 

is my wading path.  

Sweet was His course 

as choice was given 

and He choose to bring me to eternity 

of Oneness with Him and the Father.  

It’s as if I stop breathing 

but I know I have not.  

It’s as if I stopped 

forming words learned as English 

but I know I have not.  

My world spins in dances 

I have never seen 

as my thoughts travel words of emotion 

I have never had.  

Love has shared its moment 

within a sphere encircled 

to enclose me 

as it covers the party 

my heart has induced. 

Generated from seemingly nothing 

has come the miraculous.  

I only knew to want.  

I only knew to ask.  

I only knew to make myself available.  

In this place are the songs 

that reach to the Ears of Holy.  

In this place 

are the wonders of unending delight.  

No care can find voice 

for all supplies of completeness 

has taken management.  

Closing my eyes 

to see myself atop a mountain 

and peace has ceaselessly entered.  

I sleep in Your Arms tonight

in the corridor of heaven's road.

Where Your Glory Roams

Oh my obsession, my great focus, 

my Father who reigns 

and holds the heavens with deepest passion,  

which guides me towards acquaintance 

to seize me in its grip.  

I jump out into Space, 

Your Space where angels have remained faithful, 

where Your Glory roams to fill its capacity, 

where sights exceed the worlds traps 

and common food of weariness.  

Oh let me swim in Your heavenly aroma 

where every breath fills my being 

with sweet thoughts 

and challenges me to hold it as long as I can.  

When it is time to exhale, 

let it spew out from me 

and spill upon Your creation.  

Fill all my secret hiding places 

that have yet to know what love offers.  

As I fulfill Your desire to hold such love, 

fill me with Your overgenerous essence 

so that I soak with its fragrance.   

Fan this passion that burns; 

ignite it into an uncontrollable fire 

to consume every place I walk.  

As I fumble 

with awkwardness of such love towards me, 

see past my stumbling 

and join my heart 

with Your whispering love talk.  

If I turn in embarrassment, 

chase me anyway.  

I write Your Name 

a thousand times a thousand 

upon the pages of my life.  

I see it and giggle with childish behaviors.  

Finding such True Love 

gives riches beyond emotions, 

beyond words, 

beyond attempts of search on earth; 

yet it fills earth with its Glory.  

It locks itself within 

and all of hell has no entrance.   

My enemy falls 

as the war is outside and not my own.  

Your love lifts up my soul 

to hear of passion 

that moves every chamber of my existence 

to experience.  

I jump out into Your Space, 

freedom’s space 

that has length and width past visual and knowledge.  

Where love comes in 

even to rescue while I play, 

trusting Your watch as the ultimate Father.  

When I cry 

because I am not getting my way, 

Your love comforts 

until I can know Your best is the matchless intellect.  

When I laugh, 

Your love takes it all in with pride 

as Your Eye is fixed upon me to watch.  

When I sing, 

Your love sings with me 

to teach me new songs 

as You listen to my own melodies.  

You will never leave me, 

nor forsake me.  

Love has its arms around me 

and I JUMP into Your Space 

where angels have remained faithful, 

where Your Glory roams 

to fill its capacity, 

where sights exceed the worlds traps 

and common food of weariness.