Songs, How Do They Happen

Early Morning SONG to my Lord:

VERSE 1

You’re the Wonders of my Universe

You are the Song that Sings

You are the Beauty my eyes return to me

You are the Ultimate that Life Brings

CHORUS:

You cry over my desperation

You cry seeing my lost hope

Crying while I yield to thorough defeat

You Extend Your Saving Rope

Peace becomes my New Song

VERSE 2

Carefully Your Music Moves me

How Softly it Carry’s my heart

How Unwavering Your Love is for me

How Perfect from the start

VERSE 3

Songs Spread before me, asking to Reign

Releasing Melodies of Scenic Hum

Love’s Invitation to be One in Spirit

Love Sings to His Bride, Come.

BRIDGE

Ohhhh, Ohhhhh, God of Mercy and Grace

Ahhhh, ahhhhh, I Bow in honor, as I look upon Your Face

Fountain of Thoughts After Song...

I’m Carried away…. Oh with Love’s Secrets that lay within my heart like Eyes of Passion that will not release.  For what is outside?  What is there to want?  What does the outside have that can compare?  I have Fallen so Far into His Love deep within.  I have Sunken into the Threads of a bow that Rubs against a Violin and out comes a Sound of Heaven’s Ring.  Taking in the Vibrations of the Touch as Instruments combine to Play, a Sound Rises and I Ride…!  I quiver and shake as the Emotions of Love Read me like a loud cymbal.  I am Companion to Jesus who has Joined my thoughts to Sing Devotions to our Father.  I am Exposed before His Glory.  Again and again this High Note Escapes from somewhere Placed by Divine Creation and I Sound it with the Push of His Spirit that Lives within a Secret Place.  It Comes like a trial as I must find Faith to Carry it forth.  It Comes like a thought so Entwined with mine that I must Listen so carefully as It Speaks of Heaven’s Throne, One who Sits High.  I hang on as I dangle onto wonders of love Enlarging in my sphere of existence.  This Love Breaks into my love Learned and the Music goes out as if it is Air He Breathes.  I see Eyes Searching for my song sung of my own love Learned.  I am Pulled into Higher Ground, Higher Sounds, Higher Notes.  Notes so High I no longer can hear in the natural.  No more questions, just Love Songs Singing…!  The Father, my own heart beat and what Pounds Softly to keep me singing.  The Rhythm begins to Form as I unite with unknown but daring to explore further.  Like a musician trying the keys of their instrument to explore new sounds.  I am humming with thoughts that Soar.  I am seeing with eyes that have Mist as its Window.  What is now my outside world becomes my inside world as this Love Gives Explanation.  The earth, His Love’s Tabernacle for His Glory, becomes Full.  Beauty Melts and becomes Songs.  Songs that Beat with Purpose and Set Motion into Orders as Strength of another World Takes its Place.  This is how Songs Happen...His Kingdom Comes on earth as it is in Heaven…!!!!

America ASK 'Who Are You, Master?'

Father, Your Grace Uncovers so many things. Even with such Extreme Love Scorching my heart with Grace and Mercy, I coward with my heart of passion for it is still all about me and not about Giving what You are so Faithful to Shower me with.  I found Your Favor that was there all along. I Found Your Eyes so Devoted to Safely keeping me before I took my first breath. I play in Your Playground specifically made for me to Wonder about and find this Love that has Built a Kingdom of eternity to Worship (Love) as time loses meaning.  I am mystified as affections have reversed - to dedicate my mind, my body, my soul, my whole heart, to You as I surrender to accept the Offering of Your Love.  How do I walk this Road so Loved? How do I break the whips I have for myself and for others, that I made, to keep in position the flesh demands to reinforce.  I heard Love Calling and I ran to its Showers and felt Love’s Song Singing into my soul.  I race to be at every Meeting Love has for me; but I stumble with doing as I see.  I stumble at practicing what I preach.  I stumble at giving what I got.  I stumble at forgiving when I’m forgiven.  I am zealous, yet I stumble in my work for You. 

Poppa, I read of a man that was Mighty with Your Spirit within him.  Saul, later called Paul, written of in Acts in the New Testament, became fearless.  Many told him he would be bound if he went to certain cities but he feared not the bounding but went to speak to the lost at whatever the cost.  He found all his circumstances not to be the issue; what mattered was Following the Life Jesus Taught.  I seek this as flesh cautions; but want to be loosed from any fleshly fears.  I am troubled with the need to have this world’s substance, which holds me back.  With all the me's out there, our country is having to adjust to its long term need for this world’s substance. We have Played in the Playground of Your Favor and found Extreme Love Saturating.  Your Faithfulness in all our going is bringing us to repentance as we are stopped in our tracks by Your Spirit. 

I read this morning another story of Saul/Paul’s journey that rationally challenges my own careless perception upon my blundering zeal and causes me to pray for such an awakening to Set my Course.

Acts 26: 12-16 (MSG)  Saul, who was later called Paul, tells us - - -

"One day on my way to Damascus, armed as always with papers from the high priests authorizing my action, right in the middle of the day a blaze of light, light outshining the sun, poured out of the sky on me and my companions. Oh, King, it was so bright! We fell flat on our faces. Then I heard a voice in Hebrew: 'Saul, Saul, why are you out to get me? Why do you insist on going against the grain?'

"I said, 'Who are you, Master?'

Poppa, Paul heard a voice in his language, he heard a voice that he understood. 

I seek to hear this Voice, Poppa.  One I know and understand in spite of my zeal.  One that takes my heart to the core of Your Gift, the Son, and His Walk for me.  It turned Paul around when he heard in his own tongue the Triune’s Direction for his life.  He was blinded, uncomfortable, troubled… but NOT without Knowledge that he was being Guided.  Speak to us, Speak to America so that we say….’WHO ARE YOU, MASTER?’ and we truly find our Road to walk under the Anointing and Power of such Love Given, the Son of God who died and Rose for our Salvation and eternal Life.  We are Loved, this we do not question… but we fail in hearing the Guidance and selflessness of such Love.  Poppa, Speak to us.  Speak to this nation.  Jesus, Build Your Kingdom on earth as it is in Heaven.  Speak to America as we ask 'Who are you, Master?'…! Amen

Singled Out One

Poppa, You are so Wonderful, so Marvelous in all Your Splendor..!  

You put me to sleep with such Sweet Dreams and wake me with a Son-Beam Radiating from within.  This morning I woke with Your Tickling Thoughts that Entertained me while You allowed me to begin my wake.  I know I must have been grinning even while I lay upon my pillow. 

I saw You Looking at me;

Your Presence was that Penetrating. 

I ponder as I know I am of no specialty

to those of this world,

yet You Single me out,

as You do each child of Yours,

and Create the Special for us to Live in.   

I Wonder about so many things that have my heart intrigued of Your Existence within my life. I hear that You are with me ALWAYS… Promising to never forsake or leave me.  Then I wonder… oh I wonder with such big wonders…. How does that work? 

Yesterday I went to get fuel for my vehicle and when I went inside for a delicious breakfast pizza, this person (?) opened the door for me.  Light seemed to Pour from their Countenance.  What was that all about?  I couldn’t get past this Reflection all day.  Even a day after, it Stirs this Hope and Assurance of Your Love somehow as it Sealed itself in my heart for remembrance as if it just happened.

Their Voice so Sweet

and yet with a Tickled Heart, they said

‘Only on Tuesdays’.  

I somehow wanted to bow

but I didn’t,

I just laughed and wondered? 

Poppa, the morning was filled with Fresh Words that I could not help but open my mouth and Taste for You have again set a Table before me as I Feast.  I open my eyes and Look as You Walk my steps with me.  I am Peeking into today with Knowledge that You are Here even greater than yesterday for I build upon Your Love Chasing me. 

You Inspire my day with Gladness

and Arranged the Scenery

to Seize my interest.  

I found this Love Song from David that surprises me how he seems to say it like I do, or I have said it a lot like he has.  How fun to share similar thoughts…! 

I ponder as I know I am of no specialty

to those of this world,

yet You Single me out,

as You do each child of Yours,

and Create the Special for us to Live in.   

Psalms 36: 5-12 (MSG)

^5-6 God's love is meteoric,
      his loyalty astronomic,
   His purpose titanic,
      his verdicts oceanic.
   Yet in his largeness
      nothing gets lost;
   Not a man, not a mouse,
      slips through the cracks.

 ^7-9 How exquisite your love, O God!
      How eager we are to run under your wings,
   To eat our fill at the banquet you spread
      as you fill our tankards with Eden spring water.
   You're a fountain of cascading light,
      and you open our eyes to light.

 ^10-12 Keep on loving your friends;
      do your work in welcoming hearts.

Knowledge With Discipline

Father, this morning I would love to take a walk with You; walk Hand in hand and talk about thoughts and feelings.  I always learn so much about You when I do. Can’t wait to tell You about the scripture I found this morning before my day hardly began; it was such a thrill.

Proverbs 12:1 (NIV)

Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but whoever hates correction is stupid.

Recently You Invited me to be a part of this Divine Work within, and with the Might of Your Expanded Abundant Love Shadowing my soul, You Poured Love so Deep that words of the world, trials of the flesh, could not cause panic and make me run and hide. 

Love's Discipline has Answers to everything,

every situation,

every fearful and dreadful thought

I can have

that would keep me

from exposing what You already know. 

How could I resist plunging in deep, knowing You will Deliver me from my trespasses while You Seal the Promise not to put me to shame.  You are my Defender, me Protector, whom shall I fear, for You are next to my heart with Guards of Your Mighty Spirit.

I look upon the ugly of my flesh so proud too often, of its own accomplishments, or its own loud voice; and there You are, right by my Side with Hope for me, Treasures of Truth, Prosperity that will Keep me into eternity, Nudging me to Hear You as Your Love Says the Opposite of self preservations.  

I am so overwhelmed

with Love

I’ve learned

from Your Labor in me. 

I am Saved… I am Safe from all harm.  How could I ever know this before; for I tried so hard to save myself. 

I will not be afraid as I have in the past.  Poppa, You know I have; You were there all that time.  You know I have suffered with such fears, but these Walks with You, continue to assure me I have nothing to be afraid of, for You Hand is Always with me. 

I can stand in the valley of death, I can walk into the highs and lows of my day and fear no evil for You are with me; by my side, Saving me from the destruction of myself and the enemy that wants to devour my heart. 

I love Your Discipline

for it brings me

Knowledge

I would have never gathered. 

Love me Poppa, Love me with Great Pleasure and Kindly Place Your Discipline in all my steps so I will learn.  I do not want to be stupid.  I want to be Loved and Saved by Your Grace that Carry’s my heart, my life.    

I had no idea what You meant when this Power Knocked at my heart to Come In; but I was so Captured by the Perfect of Love’s Plea.  

And now,

Oh now, I find myself loving Your Discipline fearlessly with unusual desires for the Place it Carry’s me is for no other wants.

The emotions of my heart find weeping a response, but the outcome of this Invasion goes far Deeper than tears of domino effect. It can not be explained and yet I find myself constantly trying to do so. 

I am Your Workmanship. 

I love Your Work in me, Poppa…

I love Your Amazing Work in me.

Acquaint Us With Unknowns of Your Love Songs

I move unhurriedly

 up and down life’s call today;

finding myself traveling like a song,

playing in everything I do. 

His Love

has Touched

the central part of my sensitivity. 

I am Bouncing

as His Hand Strums my heart

with His Vibrations

as a Fine Tuned Note that Rings

as I Float in this Solid Tone

until

He Changes the Pitch for me to Ride.

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Then another Note Catches me

and Swiftly Carry’s me to the next Tender Sound

He is Orchestrating

with Precision

as I surrender and fall to the Grace of His Catch. 

I have been Beckoned

to Become part of a Song

much larger than a single note Called to be. 

Merged in a combination of His Assortment,

the Fine Tuning of my clatter

will move the Master Instrumentalist

to Compose what ears have yet to hear. 

Yielding all my steps to His Will

and His Love,

 takes all my mistuned struggles into a Sensor

of His Holy Sound,

which will Pull and Stretch me

into a Precision of His Accuracy Working in me. 

What was incorrect will now Sound Exact

as His Fingers Form such Reverberation

it can only be heard

by a Silent Profound Supernatural Listening. 

For His Name Chimes Ferociously

as the Name itself Thunders of its Power. 

Bolts of a thousand lightening flashes

do not come close

to the Piercing Explosion of One Sound

of His Name. 

Escalating, Rising, the Soar of just a Whisper ,

deafening to the human ear,

but by His Spirit it Becomes a Work of Art,

an Arrangement Organized

by the Master’s Structured Discernment. 

His Song, Singing through me,

one He Loves;

He Proved nothing was too much

to Give

to Win me to His Life. 

Sing, Jesus;

Play Heaven’s Song upon earth

through the instruments of surrender. 

Acquaint us with Unknowns of Your Love Songs.

Awakened

The Awakening of our God… what a thought running around in my heart so full of Your Joy!  This morning Poppa, I feel so Awaken.  I think in reverse and oh how breathtaking the Journey has been and remains with You, as Your Jealous Flame Burns so Forcefully within my soul.  Taking me to such Remarkable Countenances of Your Emotions over me that Frees me to Exist as a lover of Your Name.  I Run and Dance the New Name Given me by such Love Transferred to my account.

I’m wondering; have I been asleep?  Have I been insensitive in the past to the Magnificent of such Love about me?  Have I floated in ignorance while Your Work Successfully Accomplishes the Winning of my heart to You.  For I feel  Awakened  to something Incredible, something Startling to all my senses. I have become so Zealous towards You and the Miraculous You are.  Oh Poppa, Lover of my soul, I can only try to imagine what real Truth I’ve yet to Discover…!  My understanding is held by such a small Portion, yet I find Your Loyalty Amazes me with the Brilliance of Life Encountered a midst such Love.

I am Aroused to be Faithful, I am Stimulated to Seek so that Finding Treasures of You are in Constant Delivery.  I am Stirred to Fan the Flame of a heart on Fire.  Your Love has Provoked my Lovesick soul by Your Kindling Set beneath my heart.  You have Initiated a Friendship that Intimate Love only Knows.  You have Furnished all the Sources to Take me to that Secret Place where Songs are of Constant to Stream Forth the Playing of Your Love upon me.  You Hold back no Reserves but Burst Open the Door of Your Pleasures toward me as I indulge in the Abundance.  You Guarantee more than I can hold so that my heart is always in Plentiful to Scatter what I Receive.

Find me Poppa, Find me Awaken and Waiting as Your Army is Released to Show Your Power around my life.  Waiting in anticipation like a bride awaits her day of union. I Wait while I Dance for Your Promise is to Return for me.  Your Love Keeps me in the Safety of Your Name.  Your Hopes have been Deposited into my soul and I sing.  I am Waiting in the Chambers of Your Love and I smile.  Your Face has been Seen and I am Awakened to such Abundant Life…!

Cherry Is My Fragrance

The last time I was in Oklahoma my daughter in law, Jerrie, had purchased some really nourishing lotions that had different sweet aromas from Bath and Body Works.  She was so impressed by the scents and results they gave, she wanted me to have one of her bottles for she had many scents.  She gave me one called Cherry.  Ohhhh, I have loved it!  It’s like silk on the body and the smell fills the room with its almost taste-able aroma.   With the advantage of it being such a nice scent, it is so delightfully engaging that it came from someone special and a gift for no particular reason… just wanted to share the enjoyment of what she found with me. 

This morning I was applying my gift from her love, this lotion used on special occasions; for today I’m taking piano lessons to play the keyboard by spontaneous chords rather than notes.  I absolutely love to worship, obviously from my blog, and I have begun to cherish times sitting at my keyboard singing unlearned, spontaneous songs from my heart to the Lord, much the way I write. 

I am so excited to learn this new process of praise.

 So as I applied this luscious scent to soak into my parched skin, what it was pleading for, something unexpected happened.  Of course the smell of sweet cherry filled the room but with it came His Sweet Holy Spirit that began to Speak to my heart of the Father’s Glee over the praise of His Beloved. I could Feel His Gratitude.... His Gratitude...! What Love the Father has, oh what Love...!

I wept as He Wined and Dined me

with this Gratitude for my heart of praise. 

I wept for I can only give back

what He First Gives me…!

God Loves to Give, oh how He Loves to Give for no reason other than to Share His Life with us.  He Created us to need Love so that our lives would find Satisfaction and have Fruits of many Flavors.  He Gives so much, so much more than we can ever understand. 

But when we, in return of this Love, lift up our praise of Who He is and thank Him for what He does, it comes to Him and Fills the Throne with the Scent of our heart. It soaks into His Heart like Love’s Passion Produces. We, a scent that our heart expels, applied from His Love onto our parched soul, produces this Substance of Emotions and Dynamic Pure Silk that Creates the return of Union, one with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  We offer our thanks, as we declare His Love and Beauty, and He Delights in our praise. 

It is a Sweet Smelling Savor unto Him.

Each of us make up individual Ingredients, of High Important to the Father, of a Rich Aroma that Saturates the heavens as His Throne becomes the Resting Place of our praise.  Our own praise brings Smiles to His Heart and gives Him Great Pleasure.  What a Constant Pouring back and forth where we can never out give God. 

My praise, oh God, one aroma of many, before You; Creating a unique Scent that constantly Changes forever.  Each our own heart (ingredient) to make up the Wondrous Fragrance He Deserves and Receives.

2 Chronicles 2:4 (NIV)

Now I am about to build a temple for the Name of the LORD my God and to dedicate it to him for burning fragrant incense before him, for setting out the consecrated bread regularly, and for making burnt offerings every morning and evening and on the Sabbaths, at the New Moons and at the appointed festivals of the LORD our God. This is a lasting ordinance for Israel.

♥