Steps Love Exhibits

The emotions that break forth into steps love exhibits, has me walking into a realm more real than fears that kept me out in the past. Finding His eyes as assurance, I am held with such passion He was motivated to create me with. For if I ponder the scary reasons I might have been formed, I either come up empty or have wide thoughts of  how things might 'just happened.'  But breaking forth into steps love exhibits, I find the phrase, least you become as a child you will not see the Kingdom of God, and I am swallowed in the passion of being His child.  Nothing more, just finding my world (mighty self talk) shrinking, and His Kingdom becoming visible with sounds of love inside and out of my being. Its as if my body begins to sing and I love the music it dances to. Now the world around speaks such a different message and it amazes me. Finding no cares, only the joy of exploring full access of what was made, including myself as the wonders of His Voice of power in the tiny of weakness.  Taking in the sight of a mustard seed so small and yet the power of its story so mighty. The call from my heart to send my love, so small, and watch it become the roar of the thunder around His throne. To be heard as gathered aroma, released to make known my existence, His delightful creation made for His joy.

His love qualifies us to be mighty.  Our call... just become as a child (know Him as Father).

I Cry To Die

That moment before 

the flesh completely surrenders... 

the wondering, 

the roads of many decisions 

are before me. 

Traveling at extreme, 

faster than noted from man; 

consuming me 

is the wake of Spirit 

calling with loud pulls 

beyond voice, 

to my instinct 

created to be 

at the ultimate contentment. 

Pulled into heaven come down, 

I wobble 

with continued decisions 

to die to self.  

For if I do not die, 

I remain 

in my own unstable mind. 

I weep with silliness 

for I am faltering 

and yet I can feel strength 

making its entrance 

with mighty arms.  

I hear faintly 

for my hearing is still so dull, 

I only know 

I am curiously (but weak) 

wanting this Place.  

His Name comes in 

like the wind of a whisper 

and I begin to focus.  

I feel it is speaking 

but I still cannot hear. 

Oh that I could hear; 

and just that quickly, 

I hear the Name.  

Jesus, 

His Name sings 

with power, 

as I accept its realm 

as my own.  

Suddenly I hear doors locking.  

I feel the extreme of safety 

and I know 

I have entered a Place 

in the middle of my night. 

All within me now sleeps, 

the flesh has be conquered. 

A peculiar float begins 

as I look around 

to rejoice of His work 

to bring me here. 

I find more complication 

in finding words 

to honor this place.  

I must listen 

my soul cries; 

and in my quiet 

I see His Eyes upon me.  

His eyes speak such love 

that I am overwhelmed. 

His stare seems to give 

loudly a promise 

I reluctantly have accepted. 

The promise is 

that His eyes have been 

and always will be 

as I see them now, 

consumed with me.  

For moments I look away. 

I do not know why 

but it seems difficult 

for faith to rise 

that this really is. 

I take notice 

that I am barely touching 

into what is really there.  

I have only tapped 

into what is so abundant. 

I fall away, 

my hunger within my body 

screams.  

I call back, NO...!  

I cannot leave.  

I am instantly 

in knowledge 

of His Eyes upon me, 

again.  

I smile 

as I realize every encounter 

is forever charted 

and never returns 

to Him void.  

My desire to die 

is heard 

and a legion of angels 

await to watch 

the beauty of His life form.

It's Here My Soul Sings

It’s here, my soul sings; 

His Kingdom 

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Running so swiftly to call me 

do not look back, 

do not go for a thing… 

just go! 

Do not stop 

for a single distraction, 

but look at the call 

and be filled with its wonders.  

If I am speechless, 

do not be consumed with concern.  

For the One who reigns 

has dominance 

and the heart will melt 

before Him.  

The end has not color, 

only the Voice that speaks 

without fade 

becomes visible.  

Circling the earth 

as its pull creates new breath, 

new atmosphere.  

Feeling the weightlessness 

is not noticed 

for belonging to this life 

is so immortal, 

this gift is as if it’s always been.   

Eyes are now set 

for its total purpose, 

to behold Beauty.  

Praise is not limited 

to my voice that is frail 

and weak in understanding, 

but the essence of being His child 

gives elaborate décor 

and tones of pitch 

that bounce 

from star to star 

to rage of His Kingdom.  

The move of un-chartable time 

is without repeat, 

like the fingerprint 

of His created child 

un-numbered.  

His Kingdom 

feels like slow-motion steps 

but it is due to 

the unseen is much thicker, 

substance of great consistency, 

when flesh follows to make explanations.   

Let Your Kingdom come, 

my soul sings with great plea.  

Let Your Kingdom 

be on earth as it is in Heaven….! 

Change my mind 

by each delight 

my Father gives.  

Take me to where 

I am the depth of His every move 

and yet I am so consumed 

I can only know He is God. 

Together, moving 

as His Beauty reaches me 

for more revelation.

It’s here, my soul sings; 

His Kingdom...!

Ready To Be Squeezed

When a wind comes through, 

I look up 

as if I will see 

from where it came from. 

Silly me!  

You can’t see the wind, 

only watch what it touches.  

Oh Poppa, 

when Your Spirit breezes through, 

I marvel at watching 

what it does to me, 

how it touches me.  

What tunes, 

what notes sound 

as this Sweet Wind blows about, 

to cause music 

to come forth from me 

like I was created to be.  

Playing me 

like I was of 

Your most prized instrument.  

My thoughts explore 

the whole experience 

with force to gather 

this harvest of emotions 

like a dry sponge 

absorbs every drop of moisture 

it can hold.  

Ready to be squeezed 

here and there 

so what I gathered 

can be enjoyed 

all about my travels.   

Waiting, watching, 

holding on as long as I can; 

often freezing in a stand-still 

so all remains within. 

Swinging back 

to its beginning 

so a rehearsal can pick up 

any that might have been missed 

the first time.  

Not one swish of this Wind 

has no meaning.  

As I stay in these hurricanes 

or slight touch 

of hearing the Wind, 

I hum my life to You 

as the melody 

of this memorable moment.  

For I listen 

to the high and low 

of such power 

and with surrendering of my will, 

I see my life 

as Your song.  

The sweet rest 

that calms my weary soul 

gives understanding 

the song is singing 

with victory of love about me. 

New appetites 

beyond my previous knowledge 

are now both developing 

and being satisfied.  

With the pitch Your Spirit 

created among Your beloved, 

I lift my own 

to blend in harmony 

the New Song that is awakened.

Standing In The Flame

The gap gets wide, 

the one between flesh 

and surrendered heart, 

at times. 

The heart keeps exploding 

with desires 

and such contentment. 

Standing in the flame 

that has me captivated with trust, 

I am in divine safety.  

Created to dwell 

within this mystic place 

so set on courting me 

to the fascinating pleasures, 

Holy wins.  

Running, 

I can feel my heart beat, 

as the speed to be there 

is magnified tremendously.  

I find the gate, 

I run inside and I dance 

with everything I've got 

for I’m only moments away 

from it going away 

like the taste of delicious 

won’t stay.  

Untamed fire, 

burning all around, 

yet I cannot predict the Wind.  

But that I may live 

in this guided run, 

this place where the song 

that moves my steps 

are not chased 

but consumed 

as I am carried by this Wind.  

Taken higher and higher 

in the single praise 

of Holy, Holy, Holy.  

As each voiced ‘Holy’ 

gives distinct fragrance 

as explanation showers 

among His beloved ones.   

As we inhale, 

may we exhale 

what it takes 

to spread the Fire of wonders 

this sweet Spirit.