Prayer - What Does It Do

The ride of prayer has wings that lift the heavy we cannot explain. 

It’s every sound brings in a musical note that adds to the eternal song of God and humankind. 

Finding a deeper color of explanations, a more vivid look into the Eyes of One; creating a clear sky even if clouds appear to be above the circumstances life offered.  

Details happen and yet the whole picture becomes the visual I run toward.  

All those threaded into my life, come before this move of God… and it happens! 

The world turns because God Loved the whole earth and gave His Son, Jesus. 

My move, His Work in me, turns the space this whole picture was processing from heaven’s grace, and a step of eternity mixes perfect ingredients to One involved and content.  

His Glory (His story in me) comes to fill the place again and again as the ride of prayer has wings that lift the heavy we cannot explain. 

Canyon To Cross

Into His kingdom, into His Place, 

the glory of unfamiliar, 

my heart seeks with extreme passion.  

Somehow, someway, 

blocking out distractions 

that want only to scratch against 

this Face; 

but out comes an expression 

that is stirring to be alive, 

with all the curves and colors 

that open words to be worthy droplets, 

millions of word droplets 

create a Face I will never forget.   

For I look beyond any one thing 

to the great, unfamiliar great.  

Such that takes me to a lift 

as if looking over the canyon 

and to the other side 

where my feet insisted I travel.  

When in sight, 

it is just a step and nothing more, 

waiting for me.  

Now faces meet 

and the love is exchanged 

while strength is regained.  

A cheer is heard from afar, 

as if heaven wanted this union 

more than I.  

A different song begins to play 

and I find what was a destiny 

is only an open endless field.  

It’s as if dancing was the claps 

that kept beating 

while all seen and unseen 

kept my breath in timing.  

Breathing was given, 

but I could only know 

of its riches when arriving. 

An enemy starred 

but grew weary 

as the forming of face likeness 

was the results of this Place.  

Father likeness 

becomes this child’s features 

and the final chain dissolved. 

Language Connects To Find Love

Poppa, who went to all detail of creating me, where I would best be designed to live…I am overwhelmed with gratefulness.  For I cannot think of any other time I would want to be. Having access to so much history and knowing the future brings the amazing as well, how did You do this? 

And in processing my place, being aware it is designed to be closest to You with extreme consideration of my choices, You lift me higher and higher to be part of heaven’s existence. 

Made to want me as one with One, where You are, like You, holding the Substance of my movement in You.  I so want to go, be, have what You want for me. It is satisfaction no words can complete the description; experience must be a part.  

Like the constant strum of a perfect beat, my whole being begins to dance with such abandonment, as this intimate personal One connects such precision dreams to become my life.  

The I Am, who You are, sings as if to help me remember, like when I was a child learning the alphabet.  The complicated becomes the simple bases for my whole world of discovering You.  Communication has a foundation as our language connects to find Love in all things. The dance of life is on.  

My day begins and my desire is to make something beautiful of it for You; that each step is a stroke of color for a perfect picture at the end of this beautiful moment given.  That You see so deep in my heart You know what I’m communicating far past my choice of words or actions… see the yearning of giving it to You so my climb is prosperous and has Your great story to tell.  

This Kingdom… the Kingdom of Jesus’ Name, has found me and I confess Him as my Lord.