Reach
to all the hiding places, Lord.
The
places that I try so hard
to hide from You.
As I walk so softly to these nightmares,
I know that Spirit
has my hand
and I can be healed of these unknowns.
You are so mighty
that You can heal
what I don’t know,
while I walk not
knowing
it was walking
I was unable to do.
Lost,
I search for only my eyes to be open,
to love that fills this
hunger
You created in me.
Watching Your work
in me
causes me to breath
differently;
slower,
more focused to life
rather than some expected end.
Your work gives this disturbance
of my empty
soul
a shock that turns all bitter into sweet.
With every nip that goes through me,
squeezes me to take notice,
I rush
to the next nibble
I might find if I dare to look.
What are You doing,
my soul responds?
What did You say,
my heart questions?
Why did You come,
my mind tries to keep
up?
When does this change my soul
to the
rich eyes of understanding?
Created in
me
is this love for Your Name,
the Kingdom Jesus brought,
and yet the fight
to
bring in my trash,
my dirty clothes
to the city of Pure.
Forgive me Beautiful One
as I look upon such
wonder,
set me as an example
of Your passion
by allowing me to see freedom
in
giving up my life.
My eyes open
to see
the fire
that burns upon the earth.
Oh
that I give You all glory
that I might be
in the mysterious grove of passion
that takes a hold of my heart
so what I see
is the un-matched sounds
of Holy
while it works in me.
Shaken with
piercing love attacks,
I roll in the softness
of reestablishing the foundation
of Your purpose for mankind.
The east is
not far enough
from the west
to show how large
Your love is for me.
Asleep in the Rest
of Your care,
I place my
days
for the total maximum
I could obtain
from Your eminent friendship.
For I am a wondering pilgrim,
set on staying
inside this kingdom of Jesus’ Name.
Unfolding is the Spirit
that sing in this kingdom
that rescues me
from
all harm (my own disorders)
and washes my feet
that I walk
in His pure life given.
