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, March 7, 2013

What Holds Record In Heaven's House

waiting upon the Voice 
that works my day into His glory; 
learning to lay down distractions 
so today’s book 
created to hold my thoughts and actions, 
have meaning for my eternity.  

A book, 
a story for just today, 
records my tremble 
as He enters to speak 
and move out darkness, 
for His color to be added.  

How can my being stand still; 
how can I stop the sway 
that illuminates His force as He works.  

All the work I have done to be good, 
all the work I made for His entrance 
is found vanishing 
as His Love breaths real 
for the exchange of surrender.  

Setting my eyes to watch You transform 
old for new 
as chains turn from iron locks 
to dissolving grains of nothing.   

What I thought I could gain for my own works 
only show self in employment 
to You, 
not the handiwork of Your production.  
Duty loses, 
Your work I gain.

I wait as Your work shows itself 
in the making of a masterpiece 
to the heart of Your pleasures.  
I surrender my opinion of me 
for Your opinion that speaks of how far, 
how wide, 
how immeasurable 
Your love goes to paint a bride 
for the Son who paid such a high price 
to satisfy His desire for me.  

What lives for the record in heaven’s house 
is how I gave in, 
how I counted all my work as loss, 
how I sounded the Name 
that echoes the mighty work 
it brought, 
not my own.  
How You came to all my cries, 
how You lifted my life 
as Your heart was given to me 
for my weak heart.  

How You came to quench 
the burning desire I had 
with Your plan 
as I laid down my own. 

I can say with excitement
…here I am!  

I chose to lose my life for You 
that I be saved.  

Love that has risen in my emotions, 
indicate You sing as You work. 

Spreading cheer to the steps I dance, 
I continue to giggle at myself 
as well as with Your funny ways.  

For I know not how to reign 
but I learn to follow the Lamb 
that also waited upon Your Voice, 
as You, Poppa, 
reign in me.  

Jesus, I hold onto the prayers 
You have made for me 
as I listen.  

Father is for me.