How Can I Walk Up To His Presence

One might be facing a devastating event and call upon the Name of Jesus, and faithfully His Voice, His wonders come in like a flood for us to behold.  But what about those who want to walk up to this place and wonder about at will.  How is this done?  How can I come boldly to the throne...?  How can I 'be in' His presence? 

Think about
'Inside' His presence, 
inside His Name, the kingdom of my Lord named Jesus.  

Eyes to see Poppa and to feel love created so advanced beyond us but we can go and come back to tell about it.  Inside His presence, inside His Name, Jesus, the simplicity of amazement, where the body designed to last me only while upon earth, has not my thoughts.  

Walk with me, walk slowly and move only as the wind blows.  

Lean forward and He will show you how His love comes.  

Listen for whispers and not the banging of demands. 

Look before you as if a door, His door, His line you want to cross.  Walk to it and look around.  No need to hurry for it is always there.  Ponder what might be inside.  Allow the gift of imagination have you as He awakes in excitement of who has come to dine with Him.  See Him lighting candles (pathways) as He turns on all the possible encouragements about you to stay - and dare to knock. 

See Him calling for assigned angels to make preparations for the room you will enter.  Have you enjoyed the longing to know?  Tell Him.  Have you enjoyed the curiosity of what this could be all about?  Tell Him.  

Feel His yearning for you to come.  Feel His eyes piercing with a burn He dreams you will be so encounter by, that you make Him ‘your’ choice.  His toes begin to wiggle, His shoulders pull back and for a second He closes His eyes to imagine you in His arms; in His kingdom His son, Jesus, walked out for you, for now – not just for the here-after.  

For Poppa is, was, always will be, and it was a grand day when His decision was made to create you.  For these moments He did so, and with this, He burst forth in song over you.  Now as always has been, so relaxed in His own love, He has confidence that never falters, He lifts His song of you higher as a dance is what His heart orders.  

The wind of His dance fans the flame you feel and your yearning takes steps forward, for how can a heart not be excited of such life pumping within.  

You cross over. You stop - not knowing what to expect, but wanting to ‘feel’ what drawing closer gives to your sensitive emotions; looking around for emotions that taste like none other.  

For His tangible presence travel all around you!  Closer, now so much closer, it’s as if you feel you’re breathing much softer, which is odd for before you hardly notice you have been breathing.  He is inside.  

Often something reminds you of your earthly humanity, and you moan you lost the presence of Holy.  But that yearning, this pain of loss, takes you right back to where you were – there inside.  Inside His presence and all the nerves of your body gives sigh of such a place.

Inside, now inside, you may weep or leap, but most react in some humanly fashion.  Being human becomes secondary to being spiritual, and what comes out of your mouth from your heart fascinates you in a new way.  Now, you speak to hear yourself - rather than speak to be heard.  Enlightened, you realize when you have seen/heard others in this place, it isn't their right or wrong, it is ‘His love’ that took them here.  You realize the door you imagine is your heart not open, with His love knocking in constancy for entrance. 

If you are new to this place, you fight with your mind to stay for it knows you well and you do not deserve such a visit of Holy and facts will rise up to remind you.  But as this place begins to saturate with the mysteries of Poppa God’s love, your own royalty or famine you tag yourself as being, fades; and deliverance for the richest and poorest become on ground level with Him.

His first question is almost like a little child awaiting with so much excitement, you find it amazingly simple; yet your own mind fills with more complex thoughts racing than you can keep up with. 

He asks, “What can I do for you?”  

Overwhelmed with His love, a conversation begins. Here, inside His presence, you melt.  

No Matter What My Mind Accepts

No matter what my mind accepts or rejects, Your love sings in every place I go.  When I can hardly allow my thoughts run to even the simplest area of my big complications, tears owning each moment, You still lift up the standard of such love You are, now and forever.

 Loving Your work when You filled six days with Your glory, with a finale of making human in Your own image; taking You to a rest as joy danced within You over extreme excitement that love would cover and multiply.  

How rich this Royalty spoke as it echoes You are the beginning and the end.  

As we feast from knowledge of who You are, we scatter the wonders of such magnificence.  Giving us Jesus, the Name of a great city, the kingdom salvation built to hold me while I wait to be transformed completely.  

Because You are, I am forever.  

Everything Right

Life gets so heavy at times with our prayers, whether it be from our own struggles that cause confusion or those who we have contact with that are struggling. We find our self with broken hearts, as I do myself.

I go back today and look in on His sweet wonders that warred to bring me His life.  Here is what I recall...

I came to the spring that comforts with refreshment when I cannot even identify my needs.  Positive my heart is in its worst state ever, I rehearse His love that spoke with its gentle breeze weeks ago. "Nothing more is needed, nothing more is asked, lay your heart before Him, give it to Him as His task."

Troubled and emotions so low, with great difficulty I hardly managed to speak.  Deep, deep confusion brought by such a moment, I ask "WHAT and HOW can I lay my heart before You?  Tell me again, Lord, how to do this."  With an outpouring, I began to share, to speak like I would to someone who was beside me, pleading with them for help.  Telling them my story, in hopes they would help me make the change or change something for me so I could be healed.

I began to sobbed so heavy, my breathing mixed with catching my breath, between the outburst of tears after this conversation...

His love spoke, "I want to heal your heart."
My pain replies, "I feel like I can't be fixed"
His love spoke, "I'm not coming to you because you are doing wrong, I am coming because you are doing everything right."
My pain replies, "That is not me, I am not doing anything right.  You cannot be saying this."
His love spoke, "But I am saying this. When you bring your heart to me, you have done EVERYTHING right."

My arms went up and one hand fell in somewhat of a beat upon my heart.  Then my other hand came to repeat the same action.  Still sobbing, my hands formed an in/out beating motion, like the pumping of a heart. I realized angels had been assigned to bring me back to life as love pour into an empty broken heart.

I lay in the arms of His passion while the work I will understand as time passes, was ministered to me.

Stone Is Thrown And The Giant Falls

I put on Your Name 

as the power that nothing can cross 

and facts line up 

like a book writes truth to read.  

Whatever I have, 

pains or dance, 

I am dripping 

with new clarity on life.  

Where the edges of the road 

are marked with high barriers 

so I stay within the track 

and my journey stays in sight.  

I wear Your Name 

and the strength of my grip 

goes on supernatural, 

as if spiritual adrenalin 

was injected and the giant 

now appears to be against 

much more than he knew 

was before him, 

the kingdom of Jesus 

and all His Name involves.  

For who can fight 

the resurrection of the kingdom of God?  

For what destruction 

meant to accomplish 

(steal, kill, and destroy), 

meets the Name I am purchased under, 

destruction pleads to be released 

into the swine 

until their time.  

I remain small as David 

in statue 

but honor is declared 

when the stone is thrown 

and the giant falls.  

The Name “Jesus” 

bellows into the depths of hell 

as again they are forced to hear 

the Name 

that defeated their hate 

for the God who sits upon the throne.  

And I crown 

my God with my love, 

with His glory 

as His love flows 

to be heard on every mountain top 

and every valley.  

Gathering after gathering 

of the host of angels 

watch and sing 

Holy, Holy, Holy 

is the most high God, 

who was 

and is 

and is to come.  

Earth and all of the heavens 

watch as the weakness of man 

sees the might of God 

and trembles.  

Earth and all of the heavens 

behold the glory 

of the risen King of kings.

Surrender

Sweet is the song 

that encircles those who surrender. 

As zillions of words created 

speak within 

as they dance across the heart 

to be chosen, 

the deep promises of God 

rule while nonresistance exposes 

the beauty of salvation. 

The Father is singing 

and the ears of surrendered ones 

hear the emotions 

and straight forward work 

of a busy and content God. 

You sense His look of passion 

as penetrated ugly lies melt 

that sold you the petty value 

of your heart. 

You see clearly His desire 

as it becomes the substance 

that touches all your pain.  

Difficulty hits 

as you work to return His stare 

for such power of love 

takes time to soak in.  

But like a song 

that rings one beautiful note after another 

with its own beautiful word 

riding upon its sound; 

soon comes the message He declares. 

All around you it circles 

like a tornado of mighty force 

love is, 

and you realize total surrender 

is the only move you can make. 

Now dancing in this wind of love, 

you are carried to be adored 

as His love sings.  

Walking with His angels; 

singing with Words 

that come from the presence 

of their devoted assignments. 

A journey set to hear 

Word upon Word 

that finds a picture 

of the One true great God, 

I become the color of His face.

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.