So Condemned My Heart Moves

Condemned, so condemned my heart moves yet You speak against this conclusive score.  But then why do I add all things up and come so short.  Why this irrevocable display before action and after action pounding to win its determined residence.  Why is sight positioned to toil against seasons of weakness, committed to bring my soul to winter in the heat of wondrous summer?   Why do I fight, with possessiveness, my right to hold to my own strength; and yet I see clearly that weakness is the fate of my days, observing my flesh giving way to death’s claim I return to dust? 

Condemned, domed to come to nothing; verses convicted, rising to favor Your Plan.   So closely woven that only worship, fixing my eyes to the One who bids me rest in the middle of these glaring failures, can divide and bring me to safety rather than falsely suffer in a dooms standing.  Precious is the death that gives me the meditation of new life; transforming my way to new memories of change.  

Bring me the fear of Poppa’s love.  For fear has the wisdom that does not allow false room to roam.  Fear is love wrapped in knowing.  When knowing, who would be foolish to move other ways.  Striking false with fear anoints its piercing point and brings sweet aroma to surface.  Fear produces solid focus with unfaltering vision.

I struggle taking my heart to many devotions and slip on false gods.  Convict with Your promise You love those You discipline.  Raise a standard in me where this fear that towers upon such love, destroys the voice of condemnation, as sweet scented conviction increases to kiss me away from ruin and direct me to abundant joy.   

When accusations attack to question where my treasure is, I want to be found guilty of cherishing the cross, cherishing the discipline that gives You absolute open freedom to say what You must and all words are devoured by my thirsty soul to drink in as if were my last.  I want this covering that gives the angel armies less work on me and more against my enemy.  I yearn for this hand of mercy so kind to trouble wrong within me and shake out distrust for total trust in Savior.  I want my words to be as a song playing in the background of Your love’s exposure.    You sing Poppa, and I will dance to each note.  You pour Poppa, and I will scatter it to icing the land.  I want my steps to be about following, not leading.  Your glory shine and I will reflect its brightness.   

Purify my heart, let me be as gold as I look upon Your Holy. 

More Than I Can Hold

Help me Father, 

help me this morning 

with this thrust of my soul 

to worship.  

~

I find myself wanting to speak 

with such a blast 

that it blows a stairway 

from my thoughts to Your throne 

that I might declare over and over 

the expression “Holy”.  

That I might stand, sit, fall, bow, dance, 

sing this love 

coming from a part of me 

that cannot contain 

what is filling me up.  

Placing within me 

more than I can hold, 

a praise 

that whirls in the walls of my body 

wanting the escape 

and cover You 

with the fragrance of what is happening.  

Angelic dwelling around me 

like a conference is about to start.  

Seating is a stand-only auditorium 

for only hearts are invited.  

A melting of side attractions 

have begun to fade 

as One I am to introduce 

has an entrance 

we await from adoption to the festival.  

Who I am 

cries as warmth 

sets under my soul a fire.  

Who I am 

rises with my voice 

heard in other lands 

as Word fills the earth 

for us to become one 

with Trinity’s Face.  

Nations trembles 

as Holy is released 

to echo 

yesterday, today and forever 

together under God.  

Heaven is in its place 

and falling 

to the souls of those 

who hold Holy 

as its sacred kingdom come.  

Open the pores within me 

that I ooze this worship 

as I pass forth 

Holy, Holy, Holy 

to be sung without stop.  

Beautiful fear be mine.  

Fear that brings wisdom 

so I give my praise 

“Holy” 

with washed hands 

and a contrite spirit.  

As I come close Lord, 

as I feel this good pleasure 

of wonders of wonders; 

I desire this fear 

that wakes the passions created in me 

for Your glory 

and slaps down 

the passions my flesh screams for.  

I have Your kindness 

which delivers all things 

to purposely direct my eyes 

to this Holy place.  

Be upon me, 

behold my yearning 

that is bigger than I can hold.  

With my passion 

I now shout 

with air from lungs full of worship 

never to stop 

but into eternity, 

“Holy, Holy, Holy…..”  

See Beyond

I am astounded my sweet Lord; 

and when I arrange the emotions 

that come from this outbreak, 

I wonder 

why 

am/was I so dazed.  

I see beyond human kindness this morning 

and realize the glory of Your gifts 

and how charmingly 

You apply me with strength 

to build faith 

to walk in a place 

where I can add up the known 

and be so empty.  

But, 

to add up the unknown, 

the riches of Your glory, 

the riches of Your endowment promised 

to those who don’t see 

but believe – 

I rejoice in the rain of abundance.   

For Your wisdom is such a mystery

… 

it could be in my look upon a rock 

and I hear Your salvation calling me 

to stand upon this Rock 

and build my house.  

Heavenly wisdom 

can be in a ride with a friend 

and from their mouth 

comes tomorrows supply 

I will need when it arrives.  

A call to a parent 

can bring Your financial supply 

as they direct my work 

to include a forgotten support.  

My observations 

whirl around this life created 

to bring You pleasure 

and I discover a new invention

…

yet it is not a new invention at all, 

but just my own spirit 

connecting to the adoration 

of being one with Father, Son, 

by His Spirit.

"Intimacy"

only seen and known

in Your mystery.  

As the heart of my total focus 

cherishes the gift of weightlessness, 

I uncover 

the treasure of each interruption; 

or the true insight of each battle, 

the goal to understand and gaze 

upon Love in motion.   

You have placed a space 

for me to track down history, 

detect the outcome of having nothing 

and finding everything 

wanted and needed.  

How to walk in the dark 

and watch light triumph 

as it gains my favor 

and I live to breath 

simply to consume more of its warmth.  

Astounded my sweet Lord, 

for though I am surrounded by tangible, 

I am intrigued 

by intimacy 

of heaven’s kingdom on earth, 

the non-tangible empowering.  

I snuggle up to what faith develops 

as it exposes the true Vine 

to Your domain, 

Your work in me 

that produces absolute and complete satisfaction 

in my being.  

I am astounded my sweet Lord…!

Screaming Frantically Busy

Screaming, 

frantically busy, 

circling myself with the same thoughts 

and questioning my priorities; 

physically and mentally unable 

to sort through all this traffic.  

~

I plead for something

 or somewhere 

to come so that I can rest 

in wisdom’s safe whispers.  

Longing for a song 

that holds a fascinating note 

for such a long time, 

it captures all my attention 

and I stay my ear upon its lift.  

Only to take my eyes off its colorful strength 

to look about me 

that I might share what I hear with another.   

So hungry for this mystery of peace 

that I confidently spend all I've got 

to find it.  

For I heard, 

I heard Word say 

that I follow into the keeping 

of the power of His life 

that guards me from temptations.   

I reach in, 

to the decision 

to lean toward my fight against temptations, 

as my heart surrenders 

to love that harmonizes with each pitch 

of the song it sings over me.   

For I sleep with eyes wide open 

in regret; 

so sweet Jesus I pray Your Prayer, 

I enter not into temptation 

 and plead I be delivered 

from the evil one.  

Identifying with Word’s prayer 

in the garden, 

as He requested His followers 

to not sleep, 

not grow weary, 

not forget the hour is of high importance, 

pray 

that I not enter into temptations.  

Lord, keep me; 

keep me and my children 
high above the enemy’s reach 

and safely fixed on You.  

The exuberance of one look, 

catching a sketch 

of a Jesus concept, 

a pattern of walking with Father guidelines; 

guides me through 

tremendously threatening smoke of my enemy.  

Find me asking Poppa, 

find me praying, 

“lead me not into temptation, 

but deliver me, my children, 
my family and friends
from the evil one…!”

For Jesus' last teaching before being

taken by those Father had set to 

fulfill His death and cross...

"Watch and pray,

lest you enter into temptation."

Enemies I Made I Sing For

Oh Lord, I sing a new song.  

I sing words that take on another realm 

than what riches offer on earth.  

I sing for my enemies.  

Those who have a difficult time 

looking at my face.  

Those who wonder in darkness 

of something I have done that pierce their soul.  

I sing for those who would find pleasure 

in seeing me fall.  

Oh Lord, I sing their name 

and ask the God of angel armies 

to carry them to the safety 

of releasing this pain.   

Give a loud shout to the heavens 

as a mark towards their open door 

to heaven’s treasures.  

Place kindness before them 

to show the gift of forgiveness 

that comes when calling 

upon your name and not my name.  

Today, crying for mercy 

for those whose wounds run deep 

by the mouth of my untamed words.  

Fill the sky 

with showers of blessing 

and place it above their heads 

for the drenching of Spirits sweet rain.  

I sing over their life 

as my heart falls in repentance 

so that my tears 

turn my wrong into Your right.  

Where healing sings 

unknown tongues of heavens rewards 

and outcomes that take us higher 

to the knowledge of who You are.  

Strangers, family, friends, 

all those who my words have touched

 – save us.  

Save me, 

as I sing Lord.  

Save us while I sing this new song.  

Save those where my feet walk.  

Save us from destruction’s plan.  

Turn the heart I have wronged 

to silence of awe before You Lord.  

I sing the Name Jesus 

as I walk in His kingdom.  

I warm in its flame of fire.  

Rewards of forgiveness given me, 

I share with others.  

I am forgiven by Your love, 

I forgive those who trespass against me;

I pray for those I have trespassed against...!

Dreaming I See God

Poppa, dreams are so fascinating; a place where freedom seems to have complete reign.  Even if it is a fall, there is the amazing freedom that allows it and safety is still mine.  

I love when this happens during the day, as well, and I allow myself to go into this place where I can play like a child with Spirit who gives all my notions a time with this untamed, uninterrupted by another’s law of yeah or nay’s.  

I find myself before Your throne made of brilliance, as the light of piercing warmth rushes through me with such lightning speed, I become transparent.  I have no need for the walls of a body, for I am without shame or contain anything to hide.   

My voice has a sound I would imagine an angel might have as what overwhelms me carries me to mirror back to You such an array of colors that are created when my voice blends with this heavenly realm.  

My move becomes a sound of itself as I dance to tell of story after story of Your work that has gifted my life as I have known it.  Between each of my steps is millions of moving praise, as all thoughts turn with electrifying charges to choreograph far ahead of my minds comprehension, far into eternity the non-stop worship of this single dance spoken of love that spends all it’s got for me.  

To my side is the mass of pardon, coming at me with its delicious smells and flavors.  

Sharing glimpses of my Lord so righteous, each look takes me deep into new glories built for the adventure of love’s pleasures.  

Above me I feel with senses I have never known to dream of or wish for; eyes that cannon get enough of me and I vow to return the promise I will not take my eyes from His Face.  

Pureness melts our hearts together where you cannot distinguish one heart from the others; a oneness blows about in a floating peace that has removed a knowledge of anywhere ever but here.  

Weeping escapes us as kindness sings its excitement I am here.  

Your throne owns my breath and spends it with wise placing in a journey to fascinate even the feelings in my toes.  

I press the air and a purple royalty of sparkles explode to lead my eyes to have words of honor to express this playground, Your heavens, Your kingdom, my life in Yours. 

The day that once ended has no more orders, for there is no stop.  

Whispers are not needed, for love has only flamboyancy that over decorates, over saturates; thunderous with passage into the core of its target. 

I see with eyes that do not have a direction to focus only, but with eyes that have knowledge to be aware of who is before me.  

I see God.

Rest Cuddles Me

Father, I sense You within 

and I take slow awe-inspiring steps

 to give in to its leading

 so that I look 

into Your eyes of love so breathtaking.  

Oh how I love You!  

I stop my world,

 for music has me; 

Your love is music to the soul.  

May my heart sing back to You tonight 

with a sound that tells You 

there is no other place I would rather be.  

Oh hear my heart 

and swallow the delicious flavors 

of my wishes

 that exposes my glad heart.  

I have ran and played today 

and You have enjoyed my laughter.  

I have joined with others 

whom You hold as treasures,

 and giggled as I promise

 I will be on my best behavior 

if I get to stay.  

Happily You say ‘yes’ to my want.  

What is of more value than love?

 How could anything be enjoyed 

outside this untouchable power 

that is so secure with itself

 that it waits with knowing the outcome. 

What could separate 

Your arms from embracing

 those You love?  

Nothing, my days reveal..!

Rest cuddles me

 as watchful eyes

 assign the air

 to carry the sounds of my response

 to this days gifts,

 back to Your ears

 for mutual appreciation. 

And love closes my thoughts, 

my eyes, 

my day,

 with full heart;

 for I walked love to the door of His bride.