My Heart His Task

Nothing more is needed,

nothing more is asked. 

Just lay your heart before Him,

give it to Him as His task.

Running into His Name as fast as I can, I have nothing to fear.  Burned out, tired, and depressed, crushed with battles given and battles I create.  Falling with exhaustion, yet mind insists there is no time to attend.  Looking for someone to hold me up but my sources have passed their own boundaries and cannot hear.

Nothing more is needed,

nothing more is asked. 

Just lay your heart before Him,

give it to Him as His task

Oh my Passionate One that keeps me, that wonders in my thoughts to woe me to the secrets of loves embrace.  Save me and let my worries melt as You reveal this brilliant song moving and exploding such a high praise unto You.  I catch the Wind of such power and it forms the flight of my cares to promise no return.  It’s as if every breath is removed and I freeze until a new deep wind begins the force of entrance; bringing all good things for the making of my eternity.  Your Glory becomes exposed and senseless stress exfoliates like the dropping of deadness it is.  Again the sweetest part of my life sings...

Nothing more is needed,

nothing more is asked. 

Just lay your heart before Him,

give it to Him as His task. 

The sovereign work of Holy speaks to churn deeper understanding and my steps needed are magnified as if the world has faded away and I am left with this stairway to endless ages.  The works of my tired climb comes to a halt as startled emotions are speechless to the simplicity of my move and His move. Stunned, I can only ponder with my child-like expression, radiating shock with a dropped jaw.  My broken heart, my scared chase to find my transplant before all hope runs from me, has new energy as this song gives life to visualize a different journey than expected.  I know only to repeat as each time the words to this song take on the purpose it was spoken...to guide me to His workshop while I walk on Holy ground.

Nothing more is needed,

nothing more is asked. 

Just lay your heart before Him,

give it to Him as His task. 

Stumbling Into The City Of A Great God

What can a love sick heart carry but its desire?  

What can come from their song 

but its message of want 

to be filled with more affection, 

more warmth 

that drenches all the shake 

of aches that come when too far 

from its fire.  

Embracing the cry 

that wonders into the city 

of a great God, 

falling to its abundant 

and brilliant attraction!  

Stumbling into this city

of a great God

I embrace my cry.

Apologies come spewing forth 

as drinking from this fountain 

feels like consuming the riches 

of gold untold.  

Lifting my eyes 

to see if I am invited to stay, 

I am puzzled at such a great welcoming 

to not only stay 

but to take my fill with more than enough.  

Soak, feast, refresh 

and stay for the finale 

of seeing the difference this walk makes.  

Like entering someone's conversation, 

over hearing and becoming enlightened 

to new…

so comes to one 

who enters this Place, 

the city of a great God.  

Seeing beyond the surface 

flesh demands, 

seeing where Light 

carries who He is 

as the flame of fiery love 

opens senses to breathe.  

Frantically the flesh reacts 

with darting eyes to feed its selfish weakness, 

consuming all it can 

for death it feels is happening.   

But, what is Holy 

has the key to staying 

and new desires 

rise in me 

as finding old satisfactions 

do not fulfill as they did before. 

Love adds its oil over me

and my dry hardened heart

releases all fight to surrender

as it becomes my choice

to stay.

Bowing With Fear

Here I am, as I am, 

where I am, 

with the I Am.  

Bowing with fear 

that has me singing 

with such beautiful faith.  

Knowing that with the humility 

Jesus came, 

He fulfilled the work 

that breaks beyond every language 

or human understanding, 

to the existence of power 

to lay such a gracious fear 

within our hearts 

to know He is.  

Allowing such salvation 

come to my heart 

catches me away 

to such high praise.  

For ultimately His thoughts 

are becoming my thoughts 

and His love is spreading.  

To fear Him 

is the spice 

that gives me freedom 

stretching further than my mind can go.  

Knowledge that I would never 

call upon another, 

for He is the only God.  

Royal of the universe, 

kingdom of eternity, 

my highest praise 

goes to His ears 

and my eyes fixed upon Him.  

With my heart 

I sing, Holy.  

With my thirst 

I digest He is Holy.  

With my hunger 

I fill my whole being 

with He is Holy. 

With tears 

I consume His love 

as He wears my soul  

to renew and refresh.  

Never stop, 

my heart cries; 

and with fear 

that drinks in knowledge, 

I declare with my surrender 

He is Almighty.

Crushed And Traumatized Without My Walls I Lay Bare

Where do I begin, Poppa?  

Wishin’ I could say I’m coming because I've just got it so together I want to offer from my abundance.  But I am so empty I wonder if coming to You will fill the void; and everything within me says this thought is so extravagantly wrong...!    How do I get so down that I lose sight You have the answer to every search upon earth, for every right road You beckon my concept to consider.  

I wait upon You with my mind set “see, I told you, He won’t..!”  I cry for it will not disappear but grows, as I stumble while hand in hand I dance with doubt and deceit.  Knowing the picture before me has developed from the shadow I fear.  I assume rather than make my way to see what is really there.  I gasp in terror as I speak my fears as if they happened yesterday, so today I must make my move from their truth; yet all alone they scream fear of future, not fear from past.  I talk, I cry, I move with a loud verdict as I pass my judgment on each situation, convinced my mathematically evaluation summed with precision. 

Then suddenly, with a breath of wind, walls crumble that I built with steal, and there is absolutely no energy to rebuild.  

Crushed and traumatized without my walls, I lay bare. 

Love softly nudges but I hardly notice for I feel destroyed by my own trouble.  How, or what could love do, that can change the color of my sky to be anything but rain intending to drown, not water.  Strength again fails me and I can only wait while love refuses to give me over to my infectious wounds.  Belly sick, soul nauseated as I attempt to rise.  My heart feels a burn for it recalls only pain.

Where is your light?  Where are the purposes?  Where do I find my heart again?  Who am I that I should even ask. 

----

There was an explosion but I heard nothing for I was deaf.  Love fought, love battled and awakened within what was dull.  From the center of my being, loyal to my despair, I cry…”I’m sorry Lord.  I’m so sorry Lord.  I let my soul run away with deceit and loneliness.”    

Strange is this place when love is the filter rather than trickery and loneliness.  Strange is the air that with force unfelt, now brings in pure to patch and mend what was impossible to restore.  Whispers, now notes that gather to form a new song, start calling my name.  My heart broadens and trust is the acquaintance standing tall to tell me again sweetness that expands my position.  A hand reaches to lift me to view my world afresh.  Examine with a panoramic lens love gives to any defining moment.  

Amazing to see my same situation with a healthy heart instead.  Amazing to find the God of Angel Armies in full force, full armor, dressed with power, dressed with purpose.  Standing at command from the throne of love, I see eyes engulfed in the beginning of wisdom, "fear the Lord God."  Fear that never makes one run, but creates the knowing of who He is.

Whistle While You Work Poppa

Oh Poppa, I declare You are a friend of all friends.  Your ear is always listening and yet I will travel afar looking for an ear to speak to that will somehow hear my heart.  Looking for someone that will respond like You do, for my best and not for my own gratifications or to get at-a-boys.  I fail to remember this is impossible; for if I could find such, they too would be God and there is no other god but You.  I know You speak from those who know You, those who seek Your will and not their own.  I am not talking about this amazing source of Your love and energy.  No I’m speaking of wanting another to take away the fear, another to make answers work for me, another to love with total Spirit and not flesh involved.  I want another to be what I could never be until I no longer walk in this flesh but by the new body which will be made of Spirit only. 

Burdened with sights and unknowns, helplessly I fumble.  Thoughts roaring as they serge into high gear for a response now, leaving results to be worried about later.  But when I can’t find, I come running back to You knowing it is where I belong.  

Come, love me with the command that sets angels in motion, stops the raging sea, and settles the arguments within.  Call my name and I will arise.  Take my heart and I will follow.  Shut the lion’s mouth where I stand in view of their want to devour me.  Swing down to catch me away as the battle wars against itself to the doom of its prediction.  Kindness that melts the wall I placed as resistance, shower me now.  Jesus, whistle as You work me into His love exposed.  Totally focused on correcting the worldliness I added, prune and water me with the saturation love demands from me. 

No one, absolutely no one has walked my life, so I am wrapped in the pleasure of Your one-of-a-kind productions.  Sacredly developing in Your salvation, I joyfully stay in this secret place with a dance that comes from knowing and being told repeatedly of the specialty I am to Your plan, Your fulfillment as God.  My song, though it may sound like another, has tones unmarked except by my voice.  You hear my thoughts for they are rings coming from a source only designed to be me.  Even my whispers have color that fills the sky with brilliant light as Your Spirit forms perfection in me.  Floating weight is measure upon the scale when in this secret place; for the burdens of heaviness have gone.  Often I say nothing and yet my life itself creates a memory upon the wall of heaven as its praise declares only One God I am united with.  My soul rest as my heart is mended with the stings of angels sewing their work assigned. 

He who dwells in the secret place shall abide under the shadow of the most High God (Ps 91).  

Why would I ever go outside?  Why would I ever tremble?  Only when my eyes fail me; only when I have forgotten the Maker’s plan will I make stress my conversation.

My inheritance is Your gift to me and it fills me with wonders.  My strength holds acceptance of Your timing, Your choosing of days and what fills them.  My attention embraces help with new vision.  Who is the servant, who is being served has no level as His kingdom is painted for His Son, Jesus Christ.  Love plunders the fake stands and builds upon the Rock, His church, in which the gates of hell cannot prevail against.  I love what God loves and I hate what God hates.  His love transforms me to know the difference and hunger to cultivate pure.  My heart pants for life, not life for flesh but life for movement within - of the living God.

The secret place, dwelling in this place I abide under His shadow.  A place of His blessings that keep me from being lost.  Found, kept safe, walking and talking and living (dwelling) in the secret place (Your Love). 

Who Is God?

Who is God?

Every living being on earth has an answer but I want to travel across the bridge, across the safe landing, away from the mind that boasts it can answer anything.  I want to travel to unfamiliar places where words are feelings; words are emotions that design the answer with heart.  Words that move so quickly, at times they get away and the chase is on to catch this Wind.  A game begins to happen and colors speak and letters are silent.  As I would blurt all kinds of history to prove who I am, I want more for my answer to who God is.  History is my congregation, always there ready to applaud or boo as they expose my life.   But I yearn with desires of my heart, who is God.  Jesus came and He knew who God was, He was Father and Jesus was son.  I am so intrigued with Jesus the Christ, the way to Father.  The Voice that holds demands that I crave with fear; I am caught by its lure.  Clinging to the way it moves me, the pull to the eternity of its song.  How obtainable ‘more’ feels - right, not wrong.  Looking with a run that has a slow-motion pleasure to it.  Secrets so intimate that experience is the only voice it has.  Eternal hunger with pure pleasure its drink that satisfies.  God, eternal noise of Joy, eternal feast promised to my yearnings, eternal awakenings, eternal more to be had. 

-Who is God-

Broken into segments of preparations, God has my attention, my heart, my eyes.  For who He is, He is creator of the air I have not yet breathed, He is the creator of the feelings not yet experienced, He is and always will be tomorrow and all that is needed with abundance in the making while His love stirs my todays with His Wind to play.  He is the lead that wars my battles to victory in a higher calling than the finale I would settle for.  He is ultimate beauty and crowns me with light that wears me as His decor.  His Name entitles the royalty of all existence and with this honor He points to me and says, “I want her to love.”  I am clueless which delights the Teacher to have a vessel to fill.  God is a place, put in simple form, like my family who was designed by generation of Ford’s and Burger’s.  God is and who He is, is within me to expand and multiply His love and work for my pleasure in Him.  My place is His place, His place is my place.

Who is God?   

He is secrets  so intimate, 

experience is the only voice it has...!

Peace - A Beautiful Fall

In comes His Peace, 

and everything 

within feels like a beautiful fall. 

It’s as if my body 

found a trust 

that has me lifted 

above the shaky ground 

I was standing.  

I stop to breathe it in 

and allow it 

to wave about 

my heart and soul.  

I continue to fall 

as sweetness 

feeds my mind 

and I wonder why 

and how 

did I get so tight.  

Unwinding the tangles 

I made, 

I just give in 

to this trust.  

Love, 

His love, 

whispers as it swells 

to be a cloud 

of friendship about me.  

Telling me 

I am loved, 

telling me I have purpose 

and encouraging me to rest 

in my fall.  

My face drains 

its stiff hold 

and my eyes 

find a pleasure in closing.  

A smile rises 

just enough 

that it changes my countenance 

but not enough 

to give notice 

from those around, 

for this smile 

is from the inside 

coming out.  

It's the heart 

that has begun to smile 

as the fall 

pumps lightness 

to the steps.  

Fear dissolves 

as I feel it 

breaking from me 

piece by piece.  

What was limiting me 

is beginning to merge 

into the substance 

lies are made of, 

nothingness.  

I am left with a dance 

trust choreographs.   

Happy tears escape 

as a sign 

worry is leaving 

for it has no place here.  

Peace, 

the wonders of His love 

painting the life given 

to those 

falling into His Arms.