Crackling Fire

Poppa God, my body feels out of joint today, but the real hurt is when it feels I am struggling with the knowledge of Your Presence. Letting go and wandering about in that place where this earth and any of its pleasures fade behind, and the crackling of the Fire is heard about me. Knowing the heat will melt away discouragements and troubles of the flesh. 

The renewing of my mind accepts the challenges of fresh words and quiet of the soul. My eyes close but I begin to see more clearly. The ceasing of my search for another god to take my focus to false joy, I surrender to the one unknown God who is the only absolute.  

Stir this Fire and let it's crackling sparks fly about me. Setting its starts where ever I go.  I take my ashes and wait at Your love's work for beauty. I cry as fuel to continue the burning Fire. Send the fourth man/God into this furnace to amaze our minds with renewed faith. 

Finding the conversations from deep revelations that surface to give our exploring hearts new steps to enter the promised land full of fruit, as our giants fall to their death. Healing mind, body, and soul as the heart stays guarded with Your pure manna we feast upon. 

All my hope is stayed on You. Calm the seas as I explore this walk upon water. As I respond to the call to keep my eyes on You and keep walking toward Your position, Your knowledge of the Father. 

Holy Spirit transform me by the renewing of my mind. I want to walk in what is good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God's Way.

Drink Offering

I can only be brought before this substance like I was invited to be stirred into a marvelous drink offering. Like I get to be part of the flavors set before the Father as I give back the extravagant love poured over me. 

I watch and wait. I live and have my being. I receive and return from my overflow. His love has come to earth through the song of Jesus. My eyes see unknown while my heart consumes the beauty of its pleasures. 

My feet dance before, during, and after, the taste of such substance tells of the journey about to come. The buildup of waves beat against my heart and create a drumming that keeps me in perfect timing with Heaven's celebration. 

The gathering of worshipers have slowed the atmosphere so every sound wakes the sleeping souls within. The Name whispers from lips more than ready, from the belly of intense yearning, J  E  S  U  S... and a roar of a silent pull increases the cry for Heaven to come to earth. Again, and again, over and over, the silent pull of intensity bursting from the depth of the belly. 

Groaning with elaborate languages unknown. Fired from wind and fueled with enormous strength, silent pull for Heaven to come. Vibration shakes the Heavens. 

The people of His love has found the source of life in the man/God who came to reveal His Father. Delight has spread the Word and its unstoppable.  Every secret has been carried to the ear of forgiveness and locked behind His victory.  

The raging fire of love lights the sky as eyes look upward. His risen purpose for us to see the Father unites the bride as we enter His courts with praise.  His kingdom come, His will be done... on earth as it is in Heaven!  

The whole earth is filled with His glory!

Fed Strange Antidotes

Poppa, I am soaked in You and it is the need to speak or the rocks must cry out. I have been placed with so much love, one cannot hold. Your Name has been deposited into the depths of my soul and it carries all my past and future. This break through, cracks the walls of darkness, and light is the very breath of fresh air my soul longs for. Something within me reacts as if it has been years since our last encounter. As if I was lost, and found by such a presence so strong.

Let Your Song be sung as I take my heart to this place of power. As I ponder in the very healing I have long fed strange antidotes, that only kept me in confusion. Healing that transforms thinking, my thinking, into the land of milk and honey. Bringing to me nourishment's larger than I've seen or known to be in existence. Keeping me here, staying without fear of giants, building faith that walking in holy has the rights no one can drag down the Son. 

Keeping my eyes open to focus that this kingdom is where the works of the flesh dies to each swallow of His Name. Consuming Your body and drinking in the blood that still flows over this land. I shake with the ah of excitement and stunned with this glory, Your Presence come. 

I cannot be silenced, my soul will not lie still. The story remains in my heart, You are there. I have His Name, Jesus, and He sings so loud I dance with this Kingdom Come. 

Luke 19

(40)  And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out. (41)  And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it, (42) saying if you had known , even you, at least in this your day, the things which belong unto your peace! but now they are hid from your eyes. (43) For the days shall come upon thee, that your enemies shall cast a trench about you, and compass you round, and keep you in on every side, (44) And shall lay you even with the ground, and your children within you; and they shall not leave in you one stone upon another, because you knew not the time of your visitation.