How Do You 'Bring Your Heart' To God

Father, life seems to be so wrapped around our heart

as we listen to the sounds of so much. 

 

And in the midst of it all,

You simply ask,

“Give me your heart!” 

 

It’s almost as if that is a daily look

from Your Love beaming upon my life

that struggles with the silliest of events. 

 

What an amazing place to be the holder of my heart

as I weigh out all those sounds

to make the decision of where to take it. 

 

I listen to reason;

I listen to the emotions that talk

the fastest and loudest within. 

 

How I ever find the door that opens this fullness

so mysteriously calling for my surrender,

I cannot comprehend. 

How do I 'bring You' my heart? 

 

For I stay in the struggle with complete responsibility

to be noble, to be good,

stay in the wall of something

that has assured me is wisdom…

being ‘mature’ as this mind pushes me

to introduce to all those around me. 

 

Poppa, You must surely smile when You see me

 thinking I have searched with such mighty knowledge

and found the door that brings

this fire untouchable, un-measureable,

brighter than all the flashes of lightening

within the sky,

into my life as I enjoy love untraceable,

unmatched from beginning to end. 

 

How comical it has to be to watch

this cute little piece of clay,

created by Your hands for Your pleasure –

rise up and fight the day like she was going to conquer

if she stands tall enough in eyes around. 

 

How funny and yet I find myself somewhat amazing also. 

 

For Your request

 “Give me your heart”;

Poppa, is like the stars lining up

to spell my name in my darkness

just to tickle me with such passion. 

 

My fight to be someone taller or smarter or richer,

has got to be about as goofy as a child can attempt. 

 

I do not know how to find this place

where I bring You my heart,

YOU woe ME to its meadow

in the midst of all my noise,

and You watch ME as Your love never fails. 

 

YOU find Meeeeeee

and with the greatest dance I can dance,

I honor You with my heart….

My heart, to You! 

 

The God whose eyes search my heart

finds a dizzy little child

who loves her Daddy…!

Multiplying Nothing X Nothing

I have a longing; longing for what I have experienced many times but always with new satisfactions. Wanting to go deep, deep into parts about God that I do not know. 

Poppa, reach toward me, step whatever steps it might take to communicate words that are a part of my vocabulary but have not expanded by Your Spirit's wind.  I struggle when I feel out in the cold, consumed by wasted time, wasted words that multiply nothing times nothing.  Following fleshly unction's pass my time and I have nothing to show for enjoyment of riches from a blessed life.  Ever lasting love was the title for my day and I slipped in and out without much thought towards this faithful promise set for my pleasure.  I want the sweet of Your Name to consume me in such a way that 'sweet' becomes a substance that holds me tight, as it pours in enormous streams.  Your character loving me as I gaze at something I don't understand, but ride its fragrance as it carries out its position to fill the room.  My thoughts begin to smile as Your Name echoes over and over the essence of invisible shocks I can follow to return facts You loved me first.  Slowing down moments of my day to stretch them into fascinating bliss as songs begin to gather their notes to form the hum of heaven's tunes. 

Oh Poppa, say my name.  Call me to what breaks my resistance so I offer my brokenness for Your confidence.  I am so in need and can only give you my sacrifice and wait for its growth as you turn it to be food my soul screams for.