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.

Pleasures of Flawless Word

Thirsty and yet swimming in an ocean of the only One true drink that refreshes.  Oh how I love His dwelling.  For though I wonder about to find a cup, I have only to realize the open abundance and simply open my mouth (thoughts) to receive divine substance.  How often I have heard the plea from another for what they already hold but do not reach for its lavishness; and yet this is a perfect example of what I myself whimper. Directions are lost in the shuffle to exist by the knowledge of smooth words that create a sense of walls, so safety is in the counsel of our own declaration built of sand - not rock.  

Break in, Spirit that guides to the inheritance of what I already have. Take me to be filled and drink from the power of seeing the Face of such glory of exquisite Light.  The pleasures of flawless Word exploding moment by moment to interrupt the song sung over me, the sounds of heaven come down.  My gaze I lift, to have eyes to describe the fragrance of such refreshing. 

Paint before me for my choice is set on You, Your heart that gives all a new song to sing.  Worship pushed to my Choice, Jesus, who has taken me as rags I am to the riches of who He is.  A new song built from any word or words You would like but the newness of its changing color it creates in me.  Taking a flower to its fullest bloom, but the revival of each step has beauty that gives a picture of everlasting beauty.  Shine upon me that I bloom in beauty, Your beauty that sounds to the ends of heaven and earth.

Pour the favor You have towards us, to me and my children and children’s children.  Pleasures given from the design You have made so plentiful.  Pleasures Your love has taken to awaken what has been created, to enjoy from the revealing of Your sweetness this Wisdom of such a revelation.  Let us behold the detail as well as the finished portrait of Grace and Mercy's work on earth.  

The pleasure of flawless Word be my Rock...!

Dreams Unfolding

This day has the image of His righteousness within its boarders, His love that was powerfully saving and arranging for my eyes to behold. It is time for dreams to be unfolded as His love flows like a fire larger than any dampness can put out.  Raging from one hand to another, one heart to another, one life to another, as we speak, sing and dance the awakened love it has brought.

How I hear the sounds, this mighty emotion that has burned its Name within my life.  Taking His Son to be the revival, resting in my soul.  How it overpowers things I no longer remember was my highest idol.  How this love smothers the signs I took wrong directions from.  Placing One focus, One ending as I build this altar to bring my all. Surrendering, daring to come and accept so that I find all that I've wanted.

My Deceitful Heart

How do we offer praise with such a word as, “Holy"?  

From my experience it is by knowing, with personal examples, how far we have missed the mark.  From our cry of defeat, we better understand what we are saying when we sing unto the Lord as we call Him, "Holy."  

Think of this... what would you be saying if you called someone ‘cute’ without giving thought to how you have packaged such a statement; how you stacked up examples or took into account from some source to give this word great worth and meaning.  How many times, guilty as charged, are we of speaking with little thought to what we are declaring.  But to take into account all your judgments and past experience, declaring one cute gives a level of worth, from your standards, when spoken.  With God, who is Holy, and of such that angels do not stop declaring this level of worth 24/7, we come to join the worship; and if I bring Him 'me' and not someone else, I can release from my heart a great or small praise according to my own life shown me. 

Let me give an example from my own experience.  Today I was given a call from a scam artist.  It is in my job description to handle these calls as all businesses receive those who want to get into the budget, whether we want or not.  He is most pleasant on the phone as anyone; giving me information he wants me to believe important and greatly helpful.  I knew, almost immediately, he was not looking to my good but entirely to his own, for deception came from his first statements.  Telling me a price change is in effect to something we do not even purchase, from a company we have contract with but do not buy supplies from.  His attempts to be helpful yet deceitful, was met just as quickly by my own deceitful heart to try to trip him up and reveal something that I could hold against him; corner him into a tumbling crash over his evil heart.  Kindness was flying back and forth between us like we sincerely wished the other the riches of the day.  Until he crashed, raising his voice, saying a word inappropriate to any business call and slamming his phone down.  I sit in shock.  It was a new scam, new boldness; and I fell right into its battle as I gave in to my anger, kindle by my own righteous verdict for 'I knew this was a scam...!'  He must be exposed and see I know...! 

I repented right then and asked God, “How could I have reached him instead of such a crash for us both?”  I felt so defeated.  I had no information I could use against him nor had I attempted any sort of effort to lead him to a correction as the sweet Holy Spirit does me.  This is when I was gently guided to see how I had warred deceit against deceit and in the eyes of a loving Father, we just drank one another’s vomit. 

How does this apply to giving God praise by declaring Him Holy?

By my repenting heart God’s kindness gave me, I was led to the understanding I have repeatedly been engaged in many times  …. on the same side as my defender.  Even greater do I realize my own inability to save myself but to come daily to His grace, moment by moment, choosing to accept His love and be moved by His Holiness and not my own.  His unfailing kindness, pure heart, and motive for my life to be abundant, not wanting me to be taken by my own deceit, nor another's deception, He shows me holiness.  A step deeper, having knowledge, as I place this praise before Him, "You are Holy."

To understand He is the ONLY ONE Holy is to get that we are not.  And yet, He dwells within and we are led to holiness as we see what it truly is and become the same through Him.  What a fascinating God.