This day gives me a new
quiet place
with my Father.
Feels like a shut down
but I continue to experience
a new peace.
A Quiet Shut-down
Amazing to wander about
in such a love
that fascinates the mind.
Surprises make life exciting.
But what about expectations?
Can I really lose
this familiar
so called friend (expectations)
I’ve learned to believe?
As I lay pride aside,
I'm
hoping
to find a walk that exist
to give perfect peace
with all the trimmings
of beautiful surprises.
My heart has not changed
(I want what God is)
but
the path to this higher level
may be greatly changed.
Papa God, You experience
the weep I do.
Your Holy Spirit isn't being held back
as I wrestle with my
soul.
I invite You to the center
of this self-talk
as the most serious Voice
I
could hear.
Oh please, manage the scrabble
of words and emotions
that all find worth
until exposed as death
not life!
It's okay to sit here and sob
in a room full
of people
yet it does not appear any one has a clue.
For this is a heart
adjustment
not a play to enlarge
my imaginary followers
to bow at my
appearance.
I'm asking my Pharaoh moments
be crushed before I can hurt anyone
else!
Every fall be a record
of Your enlightenment to Your children
and not my
insistence
in where I can find a speck of self glory.
Your Words lead on!
I've
never been disappointed.
What could I ever be afraid of?
I'm in Your health
care facility
and You have let
the nurses(Angels) know I'm here.
I'm in
the waiting!
Watching the action
that is shattering darkness about me!
I
am being lead by a supernatural world
that has the Sweet Name
of miracles to
show me Real!
Fear takes on new
leadership
and becomes the
beginning of Wisdom.
Shaking is from joy
unspeakable!
JOY un-writable
but completely saturated in experience.
Vision and
dreams coming alive
with something more
than approval needed of man/women!!!
Fully Face to face
with eyes matched to want good.
Power that longs for Heaven
as Truth feeds my appetite
while I agree
to its fulfilling waves of enjoyment.
Who I am takes on Your description
as I listen
instead of heave forth
troublesome attacks of dry places.
Waiting is
being in Arms
of Heaven Time
instead of a calendar’s time slot
doomed to expire
or judged
from self-accuracy.
Waiting is listening to a song
while work is being done.
A Quiet Shut-down
