Barefoot I Come

Barefoot Father,

I come slowly

as I step into such a Holy Place with You. 

My feet wiggle with tickles

in Your Presence which I stand,

For there is no one higher than You…

no one.  

You are the Ultimate of everything Good. 

Your Pureness

has a Shine

that Created the sun
- a fiery ball - 

with just a Spark of Your Flame. 

Worthy of praise to You,

I place my thoughts before Your Throne
as barefoot I come. 

I reconize my voice can only attempt

to expel the Life

that Colors all my days
 with Rainbows,

as Your Glory Sings

of the Substance of such Holiness. 

So excitedly I join the unseen

but Known

as I walk this Holy Place with You. 

Spinning me fiercely

You Create a Wind

that Picks up

those I love to join the Jubilee.  

Passion Seeks crevices

to live

through pain and despair

of a world broken

and hearts crushed under lost hope. 

Suffering and blinded

You Guide our hearts

to Find Your Place of Amazements. 

You teach us to Dance

as You Turn our mourning

into the Beauty of Your Countenance. 

Oh to step forward,

step upward,

to the Height of One so High. 

Radiantly taking on Your Beauty,

simply by joining Your Kingdom. 

Such a privilege to stand Here;

this Holy Place

where the Rule is Love Supreme.  

Power of Your Name

Takes domain

I enter with ease,

staying as I Fill

with Your Love so Strong. 

The earth cries Holy. 

The heavens cry Holy. 

The core of our existence

bows
to raise Your Name in honor. 

Pure and Holy

was,

is

and is to come

has Created Perfect Balance

to Thread us into a body

Created for the Bride Groom,

our Savior. 

Purposes for Bringing us

into This Holy Place;

Reasons to Woe us

time and time again

to wade in the Waters of Your Goodness. 

Seasons of Cleansings,

days of Purifying,

weeks of Nudging us

to a Throne of Grace

for Mercy to Refurbish rusty, troubled minds.  

Renewing,

Transforming,

Creating,

for a Day of Jubilee.

For a Groom

that Carried my suffering and blindness

to His death for my freedom

so I could be His prize.   

Oh yes,

barefoot Father…

dancing in Fields of Grace

as my heart climbs

to the Height of You,

For there is no one higher than You… no one.

Falling In Open Air

The Halleluiah’s ring in my heart today! 

For I have gone over into His Arms

as my fall has a Grace

that Creates a Dance for Him. 

Falling in open air

and yet knowing there is no bottom to hit. 

Falling as my soul releases all cares,

while Grace Runs to Pillow my moves.

I feel the Wind through me

like a Fresh Mountain Breeze

and this moment feels like

it will stretch to forever. 

No thoughts of end or beginning…

only that 'It Is'. 

How Wondrous this emotion of time extended. 

A Gift of Completeness

with what He is doing. 

Honor to the One that Sits in Authority

and Reigns with His Love over me. 

I blush as my countenance catches His.

My arms lift as my eyes close. 

My thoughts take on a single note,

single focus,

single heart.

My cry escapes from within

as if it is being created as I live. 

Tumbling,

turning,

whirling,

spinning,

giggling as if the Safety of my fall

has no worries,

for I am not alone. 

I look about me

and see One so Strong

extending His Hand. 

I smile as the sky is now our Dance Floor. 

Held Tight with Jealous Love,

I am Warmed

with His Determination to Keep me forever. 

His Embrace tells of His Love for me. 

His Eyes do not move from my stare. 

His Love Moves into me

like nourishment of pure water

to a dry mouth. 

I know only to brood over these

feelings

He is Creating for they exceed explanations. 

How Beautifully it Speaks Love’s Song. 

Fallen into eternal’s Bliss

I soar in a Place that is Enormous;

a Place of such Room,

yet the intimacy of only my heart and His. 

"Lovely", He Says.

I dance as I fall. 

Falling deep, deep

into His Love so Pure,

as it Requests moment by moment with me. 

His Life Redecorates my heart. 

I Dance;

Dance with He who paid so mightily

for my hand. 

I surrender to a Love Unspeakable and so full

of His Glory.

The Adventure Has Me Talking

Father, You are so Amazing. 

There is no way to guess Your next Step in our lives but this

Adventure has me talking. 

Following You involves such a mystery for each day.  I love the unexpected times Your Glory Shows up to Surprise me; and yet at times I sure wished I knew a little better Your Plan of Action. The Beauty of it all is that I’ve learned to have confidence in Your Directions however Your Display as I seek this greatest Gift.  It creates in me a wonder of the Well-Hidden, Untold to me yet, Secrets You have Created for the exploration of my deep questions of who You are as I walk not my own, but with You.

Oh, how I wonder ….

What do You Speak to the angels?

What do You Sing while the sun slowly rises to shine its light for my eyes to awaken? 

What does Your Belly Laugh Sound like and to what would cause such a Sound? 

What makes You Cry and how do You come though at a time of such brokenness? 

Do You ever whistle?

I love having such inquisitiveness

that I know only to come prying into Your Life

as my Eyes become firmly set

towards You and my heart lays before You. 

I love how You are Cracking open the hard shell I’ve tried to protect myself with and replacing it with Truth that Fascinates and Dares me to come Play in Your Love. 

The Adventure has me talking,

oh yes,

talking all the time of what You did last. 

There is no greater subject than the Wonders of Your Life.  I want to roll over in laughter sometimes as the day Gives Sights of You, Sounds of Your Work and Play. 

Listening to every word I say

and even to the very thoughts of my grandchildren. 

For word came to me a prayer was said by a grandchild. 

I cried… did You?   

It was so moving as she prayed for her momma in concern.  Only thirteen years old but a giant in moving You at the sound of her voice, just like I move You. 

What a mystery. 

The Creator of all,

Moving with Passion

as we call Your Name,

Lifting us up Higher and Higher

in Your Knowledge and Trust.

What a mystery…!

I Want A Hug

Father, I want a Hug….

A really, really, really BIG HUG…! 

I’ve received so many Hugs from You that I want them all the time now :0)   Hugs can say so much… it is amazing how loud they speak and what comfort is brought. 

Their Message is clear as day. 

Your creation has lots of them to give, and they have amazing effects on the hearts of those who are cuddled by them. 

 I love giving them out, also. 

 Oh my goodness, I love giving them out.  

 I’ve gotten so many now that I find myself just looking for someone to Hug.  Big Poppa Hugs… not little petite ‘ahhhh whatever’ hugs… but the kind that leave a Mark on its receiver like Your Touch always does.   

Everyone needs them and it doesn’t have to be during sorrowful times, but can be a tremendous expression during ecstatic joy. 

 I just love Your Hugs. 

They tell me You See me,

 I guess,

maybe that is what I like best about them. 

It’s really hard to feel seen sometimes.  Lives are busy and everyone has commitments so tight that just going home to a quiet place would be such a luxury. 

So I want another Hug…

a really, really, really BIG HUG..! 

I won’t keep it, I promise…

I will give it away and pass on Your Smile ..!   

His Love Has Taken Over Our Lives

Psalm 117 (MSG)

   ^{1 -2} Praise God, everybody! Applaud God, all people!
   His love has taken over our lives;
   God's faithful ways are eternal.
      Hallelujah!

WOW… !  The whole chapter in two verses!  I stopped reading here and began to wonder, “What was behind this session David had with God, his Creator.  What brought on this burst of praise and encouragement for others to do likewise?” 

You know, I think I said these exact same words today….. well, maybe not as pretty as David did, but I said them.  I know I sure enough meant that --- but what a gruesome story behind it. 

With others, I used to think that the Wonders of God come to those who mysteriously made the right choice in the first grade so now they experience rain that drenches their yards in the exact needed moment, before a single blade of grass can even think about being thirsty (or something just as silly).  But knowing David’s life as he revealed his heart to us so openly, I tend to say he did not get called a man after His God’s Heart by finding this sort of rose garden lifestyle thinking.   No, I think David often waited, like I do, until he couldn’t seem to get anything to work.  All his tricks no longer work, his pleas stop moving anything, and even his attitude begins to become obviously distasteful to those around him… and he falls… falls flat on his face.  But the secret, and I love this… he falls ‘to’ God.  Oh yes, yes, yes…I love how David taught us to do this.  

So I was just wondering… just wondering?  Is this praise to God after the most awesome battle David faced was won; or was it while down on his face, troubled, knowing his complete existence relied upon God’s Eternal Stand with him?

I’m learning, for I fall, but I want to always fall ‘to’ God as the Redeemer’s Love Rescues over and over and over; and then overwhelmed with God’s Love, I will declare like David did His love has taken over our lives. 

I shout to Him in gratefulness “Hallelujah!” 

Made To Be The Expression Of You

Father,

made to be the Expression of You,

is so overwhelming

and yet

what a wonderful Obsession

You share with us…

Existing with the Demonstration of You within our walk on earth. 

Outrageous Generosity and Tremendous Joy

as Your Pleasures take Form by Your Sweet Holy Spirit and Manifest in me. 

It’s like I would imagine owning the largest house in the world with all the trimmings, and I had the pleasure of sharing it with others as I lived in its walls.  Going from Room to Room as I made mention of the Promise each Room held and how it provided so much for me. 

This Room is where I rest,

This Room is where I play,

This Room is where I grow and mature,

and then the very special

Secret Room -

where I am Face to face with the Creator of the house. 

What a Treasure Given to me… 

You,

the beginning and end,

Living Your Love in me

with constant construction of expansion. 

I know I underestimate the house You Built for me

though I am very grateful for the Journey. 

You Prove daily

 that You are Working to Display the Mighty

of who You are through me. 

So overwhelming…! 

So unimaginable..! 

You, the Maker of the sun that burns always,

placed me, as well,

in Your Creating Plan

to Show Your Works

and Shine Your Love even Brighter than this burning sun. 

Supernatural… absolutely supernatural, You are! 

Jesus, I thank You for Showing me the Father...!

Psalm 111 (MSG)

Hallelujah! I give thanks to God with everything I've got— Wherever good people gather, and in the congregation. God's works are so great, worth a lifetime of study—endless enjoyment! Splendor and beauty mark his craft; His generosity never gives out. His miracles are his memorial— This God of Grace, this God of Love.

Takes My Focus Into His Stare

Father, I am taken

by the Safety of Your Arms

as I Run to Your Presence

like my life is ending. 

I want to stay Here, Here in Your Arms where I can scream against that which is so wrong.  I Hear Your Voice as You Gather me Close, against the Passion of Your Understanding while my thoughts scurry to sit upon Your Lap. 

 I know You are bigger than my pains,

my anger,

my troubles,

so I can’t leave, and there is no other place to go. 

I hide in Your Eyes of Fire for even if my big toe gets outside Your Circle, I know I have gone into a land that bites with fierce. This Place of Satisfaction keeps me coming back as I experience each Instant where Your Ear Bends my way to Hear everything I have to say. 

Steady my heart beat,

steady my hearts pain,

steady the hurt done against me

so I can be strong and stand against the evil one. 

The lies and deceit swallowed to give rights to wrongs, playing games in the dark against my unsuspicious mind.  You, my God, are the Eyes that Search and Fight weak ones as we lean upon Your Power that Divides Water for the Crossing of Your children to Safe Ground. 

I am weak in flesh

but I am without doubt

that You Conquer

and I pity the evil one

that tries to cross Your Name. 

For how could a creation say he was mightier than the Creator?  How could a blade of grass say it will knock over a mountain?  How could one that sings a song say he is more Powerful than the One who Created Song? 

Oh God, the Heavens Declare Your Glory as it Fills the temples of our hearts. 

I scream

against the giant

that thinks it can divide and blow smoke

in the Eyes of God. 

How ridiculously foolish as I watch Your Wind Puff its Thunder to Deafen the foolish.  Arise oh army of the Most High.  Arise and do battle against the principalities that tries to throw sand in the eyes You Love. 

For wicked is shut-up by the mere Finger of God’s Command. 

The Voice of my Beloved Comes. 

Takes my focus into His Stare

and Gives me His Assurance

that He Sits with Smiles as He Enjoys my run to Him. 

Bidding me to Come Away with Him, Sing, oh Sing as if the more I Release Love's Song, the more expansion I will have.  Dare to Dance with HIm in my storm.  Dare the Song be Raised as my storm clouds fade and move away.

I Escape, I heed to the Call

of His Might

and all pain is dissolved. 

 I am Tuned in to a New Melody coming from brokenness. 

 Time has stopped and of no importance. 

What is going on outside looses my grip.  My body has a weightlessness now that previously was so heavy I could hardly lift one small finger. 

I have Gone!  I am Gone as His Presence Lifts my own voice as He Encourages me to speak. 

He Paints with my voice. 

He Decorates with my voice. 

He puts Beautiful Jewels

on the voice I give Him

as I Trust only in His Way. 

I felt so abandoned and yet now I am Assured I was the Center of His Attention. 

God, You have no stress or worry of my advisory.  You are not hoping to hit the right timing with Your Strike.  You have been Leaning to Hear me, Hear my heart abandon a single note song to the creation of multitude notes to create Heaven’s Melodies. 

I go…

I push my thoughts

to the Highest Mountain

where Praise Raises the atmosphere

and accusations have no voice. 

I go away, I go and find nothing is too mighty against You. You Restore my soul as I take on Your Yoke. 

 I find Rest

to sleep

in the midst of storms.   

I Rest and Wait.  Your Victory is an Absolute.  I Rest and Wait as Softness Pillows my head. 

Beautiful is Jesus

who Rescues me

as I sing my New Song

to Him who Sits upon the Throne.