Unable To Catch The Story Of Jesus

Poppa with sincere Heart to respond to our cries, I lift my thoughts to You. 

I see other broken hearts besides just my own.  

Screaming from our justified stand, out comes our truth covered in the souls language “I am right.”  Frown lines upon our brow, we offer to clean up the world for you.  Striking at a target with hopes it will ease the pain of offenses, or give eye for eye or tooth for tooth satisfaction.  

Unable to catch the story of Jesus going to the tax collectors home for dinner attitude, we scream…. but it is our taxes he is taking..!!!  I can’t sit beside him, he is killing me.  

Take us deep into the love note written on the ground to the women caught in her sin.  Show us how to tell each other, “GO AND SIN NO MORE!” 

Love me so deeply that I weep for others when they sin against me, not scheme steps to make them fall like they made me fall.  

I see pain, pain so buried in self-protection rather than God protected; it discolors the face with deformed gladness. Blinded is the one it claims, only seen by others around them as it carries out the poison of their soul.  

Jesus came to bring peace on earth, truth to replace confusion.  

When we decide it is time to overthrow the money-changers, help us make sure first we have given time after time for hearts to hear the Way of love as vividly exposing our lifestyle.  

Shower us in Your unmerited love and favor so that we are so plump we cannot help but spill it over to others in our life.  Love that saves us from destruction we seem to head for.  

Keep praying Jesus, 

keep praying for my mind to be like Yours, 

for my walk to express God’s love, 

for my talk be only 

the Words of Poppa’s.

Tourest Who Gather To See Your Work

King of glory, King of heaven and earth, how simple my words are and yet I search all of them to find what flows so freely inside. 

From the break-down of an atom to the assembling of millions ordered to fascinate Your own creation, I find my own yearning to see it all.  Be a part of the tourist who gather to find Your work before them. 

Master of all displays, You own all that I childishly call 'mine', and yet You are so kind to give me more. Crying out this morning for heaven to come down as I am here, upon earth, but such passion for heavenly treasures. 

As I played the keyboard and sang my prayers, I beheld so many of my failures, my broken heart spreading its poison among others. But I still cry out, I still want for the kingdom of Your love upon me.  Praying, "OPEN THE HEAVENS" as the keys began to pound harder and harder.

Captain of a host, come, for I am on earth and Your treasures are not of this world. Deep, I cry, deep I want to go so I am not subject to my own broken wing and crippled by my opinions running a heart that belongs to You.

And suddenly in comes the sights of heaven as my eyes shut so as not to be distracted by earths appearance.  Loud and clear comes the Name, Jesus, riding on the fierceness of mighty white horses, like a storm of wind mightier than any wall standing to control its path. 

Your Name wraps itself about me, forming a garment and gives a display of beauty unclaimable by any man of earth, yet its pleasure is to wrap about all mankind. 

Praise comes forth and heaven declares He is a garment of Praise.  Over and over as it builds, His Name, Jesus, is a garment of praise. What a sight to see garments, His garment wrapped about His body. Giving His kingdom boarders to be heaven upon earth. 

The keys of my keyboard begin to dance just like the keys of my computer play.  For all of earths trinkets are but ways to show His glory if the heart has eyes for heaven.  There is no 'mine' when the body dances to His song and yet His total creation is given to share within the kingdom of His Son. 

So I dance as His garment of praise wraps me in worship that floats with lightness unexplainable. For my movement is not for the eye of man, but for the Eye that sees this child and covers me in love so abundant, His kingdom has come on earth as it is in heaven.

Who is like Him? No one.  A fountain of life, giver of every good and perfect gift.

Storms Rage In The Heavens For Love In My Heart Aches

Heavy heart, heavy thoughts running their privileges within me, I want tears to be free to expose the pain.  Deep calling me to prayer as I carry loads I’m not created to contain alone.  Unable to say the right words I give my silent prayer to the One that can find this impossible language, His delight to hear and have absolute understanding.  Broken lives, some of my very own blood, some of friends so dear; such a mystery of this cry bursting to be dominate until I can’t take anymore.   My morning prayer for the winds to blow, storms to rage in the heavens for love in my heart aches.  Sin (ways other than God’s) steals in hope to kill the song that forms from Trinity’s bliss within the soul. Drowning hopes with logic for acts of violence against their own mind, tearing first the strength within so it can take the kingdom of hopes around them.  Out comes screams wanting company to form the army they can shepherd away from God’s love. 

But I sing of the Safe Place to He who owns the heavens and forms the thunder and fierce lightening of wonders around His throne.  Running to ask for the path that guides those I love to the fear that saves and restores true wisdom.  Spirit that moves like the wind, blow in His Presence from head to toe so complete restoration is brought back to broken bridges, broken hearts, broken trust.  Kiss away wounds that said they would never leave.  Hug tight Your arms around those who are scared to make the first move.  Only You can put together pieces not only broken but carried off with lies.  I lay my own strikes before You to cause my soul to humble where my feet have gone wrong, mending me so I might mend those I have stuck with my jagged spear.

God, my provider, my morning sun, the keeper of my surrendered heart; take this dream and put color to its script as the anointing of Your messages from heaven shower unknowns into our hearing.  God of angel armies, I won't be afraid, for You are salvation to its fullest.

The Watch Begins

Warming me with constant whispers of love, 

I go about my business 

and suddenly caught, 

caught by Your thought 

as it enters my heart, 

I stop to listen and enjoy.  

Like a true lover 

You carry all Your doings 

with my face before You.  

Like a day dream 

motivating the minutes away 

so a union of intimacy can happen, 

You flash love notes 

before me in full color.  

Giving me earths treasure 

only in hopes I will picture 

how divine running with You can be.  

Unspoken sobs of joy accumulate 

and beg to be released 

as great weights of love 

fall upon my heart. 

Great is the passion exchange 

between hearts faced towards each other.  

It’s as if aroma escapes 

from my smile 

as I draw near to You, 

You draw near to me.  

Together the mix creates love 

that speaks in song and dance 

while a substance fills the air 

and love takes on an open vision 

to be seen by all.  

Arrows attack with its dark lies 

but what fills the air 

is so thick, their hit has no punch. 

Love swims upstream 

in speeds of great strength, 

the deadly current of lies 

losses its purpose and floats away 

with no remembrance. 

The watch begins.  

Time where no one says anything 

but the eyes reveal it all.  

Watching, 

so as to not miss 

a single heartbeat of the other.  

Watching, 

as pleasure consumes 

every part of your being.  

Still, 

but moving 

with electrifying emotions love creates.  

Watching, 

as peace enters slowly 

as if She has all day 

to fill your cup. 

Making sure the results 

will bring the giggles 

of a relaxing 

mind, body, and soul.  

Assuring all things of concern 

is under the control of extreme care.

Watching, eyes fixed on Him.

When Spirit Calls The Sound To Be Subject To His Command

My prayer comes from hopes that are set upon You.  From knowledge that I do not live this life alone, but that strength and power explode from within. Your life, Your Holy Spirit takes such as humans and shows the unsurpassed work that takes nothing and makes bountiful beauty. To my Holy God I lay out my prayer.

Chase my children with such kindness that gives what is needed to visually see the fear of You as truth awakened.  Oh, to know, to be so full of Joy of You that the dance from their feet is mighty, the song from their heart softly plays constancy throughout their day.  Do not forsake them but send the army of angels to battle the enemy that puts divisions between knowledge and lies.  Untwist and clarify the walk that You are after.  

How sweet Your voice that comes in such amazing times.  No one upon the earth owns the sound that comes from the Holy Spirit’s tuning to all we hear.  For the most common sounds that my ears may not pick up, what a delight when Spirit calls the sound to be subject to His command.  

Embrace my marriage with unity as focus of One God sets our future.  Embrace my words that come.  Embrace the heart that I have, Embrace the tries that I put out to find You, to discover where Your voice is singing.  Embrace to even the sound of a door opening, and may I hear the walk of Your footsteps coming. Embrace the sound of a light being turned on, and may I hear the power that cracks like lightening around Your throne.  Embrace the sound of eyelids opening around me and may I hear the sound of Holy winning the favor of those who are called by Your Name.  Take me deeper and embrace me as I journey this unknown where things are not as they might seem.  Embrace me as I wander around on a land You formed to contain the magnificence of beauty created.  Embrace my want to leave, be taken to waters that sound Your praise with a roar.  Embrace my hands that crave the touch of what sounds like heavens clapping.  Embrace my fascination with angels as they stand about me.  Melt me with Your embrace so I understand depths of Spirit more than my boarders might cry.  Embrace me with turning of the heart to handle more time in Your presence.  When time stops while in Your presence, embrace my mind to divide good from evil.  Embrace my eyes to discern things that fade so I fret not of its slip through my fingers. 

For can I know my next breath before I take it?  Can I map out my stairway to heaven’s door?  Would I be able to write Your words upon my children’s heart?  Would I understand how to commit to You so that I fail not?  Was I not born to die?  Am I my children’s shepherd?  Can my soul tell You what it needs? 

You only are the wonders of answers for the gaze of my heart.  Only You can place pressure to give me the gravity that keeps me where I am supposed to be.  There is no mountain that crumbles or sea that roars that has not gotten permission before change was made.  The changes I ask are my pleas as trust for all my days I place in Your hands. 

As God, reigning the span of universe after universe, sending Jesus from this open arena of infinity; to my single need and yearning.  Satisfy and embrace my cry as I burn with passion, Your passion all my days.

I Repent

This morning, Lord of my life since I was such a small child, I come now on the other side as an elder – closer to my exit than when I first sang that sweet song for You to enter my heart.  What an experience to have had as I go there in the memories allowed to stay.  So close, so into Your heart I found my surrender.  Again, today, I’m repeating my surrender.  Like the rest of my life is not my own, but like then, taking a leap into the dark and knowing somehow again You are there to be the light when each step comes.  Recalling how something was working in me to save me; but before my surrender, I thought it was just irritation of a voice that didn't know me.   

But moving on, moving from here to there, Poppa, I want to be unafraid like I was as a child.  I want to hear this voice that corrects and guides and find it takes me to the new dawn of many wonderful moments of Your songs about me.  For I am Yours, completely Yours and I let go of what I think is mine.  This goes deep for ownership is big.  Ownership has a grip about me that demands reverence from myself and I put it strong on others.  "This is mine."  And if I pick ownership back up again, I want to be reminded of this moment.... like I am reminded of this perfect moment as a child, giving all my love and ownership to You. 

Come into my heart, come into my heart, Lord Jesus.  Come in to stay, come in today.  Come into my heart forever and ever. Amen.

Strange Looks Of Worshp

The strange looks of worship 

as a heart goes to the acceptance 

of something so real 

filling the soul.  

I've seen it often, 

this look of waiting, 

as if to freeze from normal life 

for the full effect.  

Like the stop 

of all intended directions 

the mind was on, 

when someone passes 

and has a brief moment 

they insist on giving a neck rub.  

The body, mind, and soul 

are owned by its gift 

of such great feelings.  

Worship, 

twinkling into the air, 

as your heart gathers enough information 

that it is convinced God is good.  

Finding a new courage 

to entertain such a miraculous moment, 

your senses become stained 

with the word of such beauty.  

And out comes the ‘look’ 

of what is going on 

in the inside of the rest of your life.  

An arm might go up, 

eyes may close, 

chin could rise 

as if to make sure the full face 

gets all covered in this moment.   

A clap may explode, 

followed by the jump 

that is guided by 

the time after time experience 

allowed for such an outburst.  

Or possibly the stillness, 

so welcome in our exhausting busy world, 

holds your attention 

and you breathe.  

But always, 

with all the moves of such a treasure, 

a time where the heart has been 

so connected to the greatness of God, 

a dance begins.  

The dance of words 

from your mouth, 

hang on different attitudes.  

The dance of actions 

make others want to know 

how life has been so good to you.  

The strange look of worship, 

as Holy becomes our confession, 

known because we find ourselves 

in such need of His.  

Humbled as the ‘no matter what’ 

only applies to Him 

even though we tried to get everyone else 

to be this for us. 

Worship from an empty-handed heart 

but discovering it is the timeless jewel 

He was wanting.  

The phrase 

beauty on the inside 

begins its dance within 

and we find His Holy Spirit 

feels like fluttering butterflies 

as we become His temple.  

The strange looks of worship,

upon our face,

and we dance.