Dancing with my heart, my words, my song, and my love, before my God…

But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who
LOVE YOUR NAME may rejoice in you. Psalms 5:11

Thursday, August 29, 2013

My Heart His Task

Nothing more is needed,
nothing more is asked. 
Just lay your heart before Him,
give it to Him as His task.

Running into His Name as fast as I can, I have nothing to fear.  Burned out, tired, and depressed, crushed with battles given and battles I create.  Falling with exhaustion, yet mind insists there is no time to attend.  Looking for someone to hold me up but my sources have passed their own boundaries and cannot hear.

Nothing more is needed,
nothing more is asked. 
Just lay your heart before Him,
give it to Him as His task

Oh my Passionate One that keeps me, that wonders in my thoughts to woe me to the secrets of loves embrace.  Save me and let my worries melt as You reveal this brilliant song moving and exploding such a high praise unto You.  I catch the Wind of such power and it forms the flight of my cares to promise no return.  It’s as if every breath is removed and I freeze until a new deep wind begins the force of entrance; bringing all good things for the making of my eternity.  Your Glory becomes exposed and senseless stress exfoliates like the dropping of deadness it is.  Again the sweetest part of my life sings...

Nothing more is needed,
nothing more is asked. 
Just lay your heart before Him,
give it to Him as His task. 

The sovereign work of Holy speaks to churn deeper understanding and my steps needed are magnified as if the world has faded away and I am left with this stairway to endless ages.  The works of my tired climb comes to a halt as startled emotions are speechless to the simplicity of my move and His move. Stunned, I can only ponder with my child-like expression, radiating shock with a dropped jaw.  My broken heart, my scared chase to find my transplant before all hope runs from me, has new energy as this song gives life to visualize a different journey than expected.  I know only to repeat as each time the words to this song take on the purpose it was spoken...to guide me to His workshop while I walk on Holy ground.

Nothing more is needed,
nothing more is asked. 
Just lay your heart before Him,
give it to Him as His task. 

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Stumbling Into The City Of A Great God

What can a love sick heart carry but its desire?  

What can come from their song 
but its message of want 
to be filled with more affection, 
more warmth 
that drenches all the shake 
of aches that come when too far 
from its fire.  

Embracing the cry 
that wonders into the city 
of a great God, 
falling to its abundant 
and brilliant attraction!  
Stumbling into this city
of a great God
I embrace my cry.

Apologies come spewing forth 
as drinking from this fountain 
feels like consuming the riches 
of gold untold.  

Lifting my eyes 
to see if I am invited to stay, 
I am puzzled at such a great welcoming 
to not only stay 
but to take my fill with more than enough.  

Soak, feast, refresh 
and stay for the finale 
of seeing the difference this walk makes.  

Like entering someone's conversation, 
over hearing and becoming enlightened 
to new…
so comes to one 
who enters this Place, 
the city of a great God.  

Seeing beyond the surface 
flesh demands, 
seeing where Light 
carries who He is 
as the flame of fiery love 
opens senses to breathe.  

Frantically the flesh reacts 
with darting eyes to feed its selfish weakness, 
consuming all it can 
for death it feels is happening.   

But, what is Holy 
has the key to staying 
and new desires 
rise in me 
as finding old satisfactions 
do not fulfill as they did before. 

Love adds its oil over me
and my dry hardened heart
releases all fight to surrender
as it becomes my choice
to stay.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Bowing With Fear

Here I am, as I am, 
where I am, 
with the I Am.  

Bowing with fear 
that has me singing 
with such beautiful faith.  

Knowing that with the humility 
Jesus came, 
He fulfilled the work 
that breaks beyond every language 
or human understanding, 
to the existence of power 
to lay such a gracious fear 
within our hearts 
to know He is.  

Allowing such salvation 
come to my heart 
catches me away 
to such high praise.  

For ultimately His thoughts 
are becoming my thoughts 
and His love is spreading.  

To fear Him 
is the spice 
that gives me freedom 
stretching further than my mind can go.  

Knowledge that I would never 
call upon another, 
for He is the only God.  

Royal of the universe, 
kingdom of eternity, 
my highest praise 
goes to His ears 
and my eyes fixed upon Him.  

With my heart 
I sing, Holy.  

With my thirst 
I digest He is Holy.  

With my hunger 
I fill my whole being 
with He is Holy. 

With tears 
I consume His love 
as He wears my soul  
to renew and refresh.  

Never stop, 
my heart cries; 
and with fear 
that drinks in knowledge, 
I declare with my surrender 
He is Almighty.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Crushed And Traumatized Without My Walls I Lay Bare

Where do I begin, Poppa?  

Wishin’ I could say I’m coming because I've just got it so together I want to offer from my abundance.  But I am so empty I wonder if coming to You will fill the void; and everything within me says this thought is so extravagantly wrong...!    How do I get so down that I lose sight You have the answer to every search upon earth, for every right road You beckon my concept to consider.  

I wait upon You with my mind set “see, I told you, He won’t..!”  I cry for it will not disappear but grows, as I stumble while hand in hand I dance with doubt and deceit.  Knowing the picture before me has developed from the shadow I fear.  I assume rather than make my way to see what is really there.  I gasp in terror as I speak my fears as if they happened yesterday, so today I must make my move from their truth; yet all alone they scream fear of future, not fear from past.  I talk, I cry, I move with a loud verdict as I pass my judgment on each situation, convinced my mathematically evaluation summed with precision. 

Then suddenly, with a breath of wind, walls crumble that I built with steal, and there is absolutely no energy to rebuild.  

Crushed and traumatized without my walls, I lay bare. 

Love softly nudges but I hardly notice for I feel destroyed by my own trouble.  How, or what could love do, that can change the color of my sky to be anything but rain intending to drown, not water.  Strength again fails me and I can only wait while love refuses to give me over to my infectious wounds.  Belly sick, soul nauseated as I attempt to rise.  My heart feels a burn for it recalls only pain.

Where is your light?  Where are the purposes?  Where do I find my heart again?  Who am I that I should even ask. 


There was an explosion but I heard nothing for I was deaf.  Love fought, love battled and awakened within what was dull.  From the center of my being, loyal to my despair, I cry…”I’m sorry Lord.  I’m so sorry Lord.  I let my soul run away with deceit and loneliness.”    

Strange is this place when love is the filter rather than trickery and loneliness.  Strange is the air that with force unfelt, now brings in pure to patch and mend what was impossible to restore.  Whispers, now notes that gather to form a new song, start calling my name.  My heart broadens and trust is the acquaintance standing tall to tell me again sweetness that expands my position.  A hand reaches to lift me to view my world afresh.  Examine with a panoramic lens love gives to any defining moment.  

Amazing to see my same situation with a healthy heart instead.  Amazing to find the God of Angel Armies in full force, full armor, dressed with power, dressed with purpose.  Standing at command from the throne of love, I see eyes engulfed in the beginning of wisdom, "fear the Lord God."  Fear that never makes one run, but creates the knowing of who He is.