My heart takes a turn to focus…
focus toward the Answer to all
things.
First, I want to express my gratitude
toward such a blessing as this, being in ‘life’ so full of distractions and
turns but always having this Place (many mansions or places You have prepared
for us) to find the rescue of Your Way, the Answer. Finding our way involves the guidance of Your
Way, and the Light always being on, gives this process a divine dance rather
than a crawl to disaster. I see Your
glory as my day wanders about in disarray but catches Love sensations with the
pulls of guidance, the Answer.
My song is like a child in the woods full of
wolves but the safety of warriors about me.
I am loved and this love sends fiery compelling flames that capture my
eyes to stare at it, with each moment losing that time crunch and I take on the
beauty of ‘no time’ elapsing with love as the motive. My story, the reading of
Your glory, takes my heart to Peace that simply creates being. Being in, being held, being alive to
experience. I am here. I have arrived…not to the beginning of time
nor to the end of time… just here. Ready
to be.
Sing Poppa, sing so loud that the
world dances, and may we turn to focus…toward the Answer to all things. Jesus is our First Love. We are His bride.
I give my focus to see that You have my children as
treasures beyond the blindness I caused or the confusion I created. You have them in Your Divine and You see the
whispers they make as struggles take a pinch here and there and bruising appears.
You are causing all things to work
toward this highest praise; that Love signals on earth the things heaven pours.
As Joy covers their homes with angel wings on
assignment, You watch as Peace takes them to ‘everything is going to be alright’.
When wrong knocks, You force open
exposure against the enemy and cripple the destruction to a fizzle until it is
no more.
All five You have given me have
an amazing ‘look’ which causes You to declare….”Do you see what I see?” Proudly telling me of Your Love over them! Extending my boarders to each of their own
individual world Love expands my gifts, Your treasures.
Love breaks the heart to be a never ending
place for Your Song to live and watch a child, Your child, my gifts, Your
treasures. I weep as I carry Your
abundance within. You weep as You tilt
Your head with compassion and a grip that promises to always be.
I find enough, always enough and so will my
children.
You make their song like a child in the woods full of wolves but the safety of warriors about them.
