Focus Of Unlearned Hearts

Ready to be the focus 

of unlearned hearts, 

unformed by the Master, 

whose Name is a mystery 

without surrender!  

For the surrender 

of all to Jesus 

gives its home 

as a life 

living within a glass house. 

Beholding the world 

as it watches me. 

Trusting completely 

while conversations 

make a voice of prayer 

the video of His Will upon earth.  

Traveling deep 

to grab hold of needs 

so His Story is told.  

Eyes open to His jealous Heart 

and willing to fight 

with this affection, 

mending the bleeding souls 

in battle.  

Shaking with beauty 

of mighty Fear of the Lord; 

tearing down, 

tearing through, 

standing power of Truth… 

breaking strong holds 

with Love 

that crashes every party 

an enemy tries to throw.  

Encountering a Love 

that rescues, 

cleanses, and sits me 

in high places 

with His Life abundant.  

Seeing what He sees 

and releasing 

what is given me.  

What He creates 

from my ashes - 

His tower 

to bring lost ones 

to hold onto.  

Pushing through the fear 

that being watched 

only cause’s embarrassment, 

revealing the broken undesired 

ugly of my soul; 

to Trust that tells me 

the Breath of God 

blows around 

such a surrendered position.  

Ready to be the focus 

of unlearned hearts, 

unformed by the master, 

whose Name is a mystery 

without surrender!

Weightless Space That Covers My Soul

This blanket that has covered me, 

this weightless space that covers my soul, 

I speak from. 

It wakes the heart and is relentless in its pull to be. 

I take each step; 

it seems to not matter if I’m going forward 

or backwards or side to side, 

I become closer to the reach 

it has dominated as its’ owned.  

I’ve been its’ celebration 

and carried to be rejoiced over 

as the dance of happy 

declares He did well in His Work.  

I can only cry.  

I know my failures 

and make efforts to share 

how this can’t be.  

I was blind, broken, and beaten 

with accusations 

until my cripple heart 

felt it was over. 

But Life has answered the homeless, 

those who can’t find 

this world’s place as the rescue.  

Intimacy comes 

and amazing grace 

is the station where all travel 

now comes and goes.  

Rest has a new Name, 

worthy of my laying down 

the conclusions 

and giving His Way 

as my heart’s desire.  

For eternity can seem so short, 

when the heart is so in love! 

When every sound heard 

I’m sure is trying 

to explain that which so desperately 

wants to be known.  

Love, His Love… 

this weightless space 

that covers my soul, 

I speak from. 

It wakes the heart 

and is relentless in its pull to be.

Lost and Found of God's Love

What happens when there is a pressure that takes a bite of your heart and seems to be a dead grip without the option of loosening?  It’s as if it is a screaming monster that refuses to calm.  Taking every opportunity to trigger and trip up each moment another breath is taken.  

Learning to walk with these accusations can be a journey with the sight of great light ahead, yet nothing but bumps and holes to trip and struggle through to get there. 

I wonder… when in this situation… am I at my best while in the hole, tripping over the bump, or when I’ve arrived at the great light?  Something seems to want to tell me it is more when the struggle is there.  What am I doing?  How am I responding?  What is coming from my heart during these impossible strikes?

Time happens as the journey gives unexpected! As I ponder these questions, I find those piercing accusations against my heart, those screaming monsters, falling off as heaven seems to come to earth! 

Why is that? While in the middle of an honest debate, the pouring of my soul… His Love meets this dilemma as I empty myself of pity (built from wrong thinking) as He prepares my heart to be ready to know Truth - of how the Living God feeds and cloths His universe within me.  I find my soul refreshed and my hope stirring with energy to run the race for myself, while picking up others also.  It's a blissful moment.

And then it’s gone… just like that?  I’ve feasted in a river of pleasure, solid peace that has only the Silence of extreme as its Sound.  Giving like a fountain as I play in its pour.  Singing from somewhere within, songs that are all about the ‘me’ I didn’t know. And then it’s gone. 

Again, I fell, stumbled with distraction, and lost that Voice that is Silent with extreme as its Sound.  

I try blocking the distraction with earthly tools, exchanging a distraction for a distraction.  Now, lost and running for a shelter, I knock on doors – any door – for I tasted something I can no longer live without.  Panic rises as I anticipate being lost forever.  Hungry and longing to be united again, with ‘wait’ as my friend now, I stop the chase.  

I stop. The unexpected....again.  Flowers seem to blossom around me as I wait with want of love I tasted and fiercely crave.  

I stay in confused observant eyes as I sense a new picture story about me. A completely new and deeper taste of this same love, I am still. 

How could this be?  I had perfect love. How does perfect get more perfect?  How can love grow richer in taste for my soul?  And yet, slowly, springtime gives more and I am becoming soaked in delight as I was never alone, but growing.  

He delights in the growth of love's pouring, and creating a likeness of its glory in us.  As it covers the earth, the Universe of His Love in us spills in abundance.

Dream Place of Love

There is a place more real than the offering of complete devotion; for devotion is in pieces - giving as moment by moment thoughts surrender. 

This Place appears as a dream, with only its own words and actions required to respond and act. It's not filled with mumbling and distractions, no, only its story. Each moment belongs to finish the picture. 

Drawing me to this Place is a call so direct, so focused, I can fix my eyes upon it and still receive all my life's fulfillment. Not missing a note within my song.

Love, His love, is this Place. A dream with no wasted thoughts or moments. Retold over and over and in newness of its unfolding picture.

Love solid, Holy, like a dream without distractions.

How Do I See God

My Lord, I am sitting here under the heavy of Your love and I hardly know how to handle such greatness.  

Like a child with delicious in her hand…I feast in its taste.  For I am here because You have called me to the table and I am confident You want me to stay.  

To be at a place of rest is the vacation of a life-time. A wonder within the soul, I will talk of its beauty forever and ever.  

How much is in store, my heart cries.  For on this mountain top, I can only think I have arrived.  It is the satisfaction above all other wonders I have experienced.  Yet, something inside assures me there is more.  

I marvel; I stumble at this Room so full of warming passion.  I have baskets to fill, spaces to stuff as much as I can accommodate; for my return to the mind can be so disappointing.  I am set on having more than enough; extreme is what I find, so I hope for abundance that will spill from my gathering upon those I will return to. 

Oh, the spin of emotions…as all I was made to experience is tickled with excitement.  Every emotion You gave has been given a delight, a part of Your love to carry its assignments to season my walk. 

Falling with the angels in a posture of awe, knowing this burning inside is the filling of unspeakable passion like the sun that brightens our path. Teaching and directing far deeper than the mind knows to understand.  

As this feast is consumed, I run with perfect love that causes Your Image to form; and places the Light to reject all darkness.  Salt flavors the earth and You put within a Salt that fills us with Your glory.  Making my story a tasty bite of delicious…Your work in its beautiful unfolding.  Taking my fall and creating a dance, taking my stumbles and creating a color that blends Your love into a picture of wonder.  

Sipping on this cup of meekness, I see upward and not down upon others.  As Jesus walked in meekness, He is the example to follow.  For He has taken my failure and assured me His blood sacrifice was capable of covering the whole world in whom He loved.  

True love…this place of filling up and seeing what You have done.  True and perfect love…a witness of my life and how You have taken up my cause, my existence as Your work. Proving love that has this ‘making a show among the darkness’ Your overcome and worthiness.  Openly for eternal beauty… giving revelation of wisdom on grace and mercy that follows Your owned ones.  Shaking me into knowledge of soberness, fruit that sees Your Face! 

For how do I see God? 

I live for Your Presence and long for its Substance to soak within my pores, my whole being. Allowing the depth of Your call be.  Coming as Your call chimes out to my heart to partake and eat up.  Feast with open heart and unafraid; taking on Your safety and not my own created walls. 

Standing in the ring but all fights choreographed as Your love instructs my moves.  Standing in Your love's embrace and eating of the greatness of who You are, I see.

I choose the more excellent way, Your Way; as I sit under the heavy of Your love and sing Hallelujah!

Climbing To Reach God

It often feels like a climb, to reach God emotions… those moments where you feel God so large within, you feel as if it is your own.  

Emotions are an expression of what is going on inside and can be so loud, it scares us back into a false state of mind or deception of safety. And then, to break down this wall we put up so fast, can be exhausting and met with confusing screams to keep this door closed. 

Courage is the mountain now. Courage to open up is the ‘climb’, and the impossible, as we look up to imagine how far we would have to go. And depending on how many hands are cupped to help lift, we can find our climb ‘seems’ beyond the clouds. 

The answer is the adventure. We are looking for the top, but He is looking for the climb in us. 

God emotions… the sweet climb of adventure as we open up and seek Him!

Trials Have Me Talking

Trials have me talking.  Got me thinking of what is real, and what is just a part of my fleeting ruins.  

For how often my mistakes (what I’m more likely to call trials) are the very center of what belongs to You. 

I can’t seem to handle them, my mistakes.  I stumble and walk crippled until I am raised to a resurrected knowledge of deep verses my shallow.  Then, and only then, does my trial (mistake) become a beautiful expression of Love in all colors.  Before this I just see in black and white (understanding of my own). 

But trials give me the Character of Your Life in me.  Shining boldness that presses its praise toward Your kindness…always.  No wonder I am to count it all joy when I encounter trials. What an opportunity to find real. How could I any other way know love as extreme, love as answers to the blackest of my heart. 

Facing a trial, I run, I hide, I fall apart; and yet it is at that moment the explosion of heaven invades with activity I will encounter - my new dance, Your victory in me. 

For what trial is it to find I am right? It is when I’m lost that I must say… who cares what others say, I’m lost and I crumble. My trial ends and Your song rises. The stand I made to be mighty, falls - to the table fit for only kings and queens.  I feast in Truth as I lie down and cry. My toes begin to tap, my arms begin to wiggle, and my ears begin to pick up a sound that my eyes now behold as new. I am captured away to journey with music of Truth, no longer drowning in the crushing of a heavy heart.  

Hearing is simply a wave of notes circling the mind, waiting for my spirit to catch its rapture.  I soar as if I never knew anything but Your love was always. And then it happens, I look back and I see a story, a song written about me.  Fearlessly, I explore as a curious spectator of something I followed with passion and shout with happiness.  Where is the trial when Truth owns my heart. La, la, la, la, la, laaaaa…. goes my thoughts…