When Spirit Calls The Sound To Be Subject To His Command

My prayer comes from hopes that are set upon You.  From knowledge that I do not live this life alone, but that strength and power explode from within. Your life, Your Holy Spirit takes such as humans and shows the unsurpassed work that takes nothing and makes bountiful beauty. To my Holy God I lay out my prayer.

Chase my children with such kindness that gives what is needed to visually see the fear of You as truth awakened.  Oh, to know, to be so full of Joy of You that the dance from their feet is mighty, the song from their heart softly plays constancy throughout their day.  Do not forsake them but send the army of angels to battle the enemy that puts divisions between knowledge and lies.  Untwist and clarify the walk that You are after.  

How sweet Your voice that comes in such amazing times.  No one upon the earth owns the sound that comes from the Holy Spirit’s tuning to all we hear.  For the most common sounds that my ears may not pick up, what a delight when Spirit calls the sound to be subject to His command.  

Embrace my marriage with unity as focus of One God sets our future.  Embrace my words that come.  Embrace the heart that I have, Embrace the tries that I put out to find You, to discover where Your voice is singing.  Embrace to even the sound of a door opening, and may I hear the walk of Your footsteps coming. Embrace the sound of a light being turned on, and may I hear the power that cracks like lightening around Your throne.  Embrace the sound of eyelids opening around me and may I hear the sound of Holy winning the favor of those who are called by Your Name.  Take me deeper and embrace me as I journey this unknown where things are not as they might seem.  Embrace me as I wander around on a land You formed to contain the magnificence of beauty created.  Embrace my want to leave, be taken to waters that sound Your praise with a roar.  Embrace my hands that crave the touch of what sounds like heavens clapping.  Embrace my fascination with angels as they stand about me.  Melt me with Your embrace so I understand depths of Spirit more than my boarders might cry.  Embrace me with turning of the heart to handle more time in Your presence.  When time stops while in Your presence, embrace my mind to divide good from evil.  Embrace my eyes to discern things that fade so I fret not of its slip through my fingers. 

For can I know my next breath before I take it?  Can I map out my stairway to heaven’s door?  Would I be able to write Your words upon my children’s heart?  Would I understand how to commit to You so that I fail not?  Was I not born to die?  Am I my children’s shepherd?  Can my soul tell You what it needs? 

You only are the wonders of answers for the gaze of my heart.  Only You can place pressure to give me the gravity that keeps me where I am supposed to be.  There is no mountain that crumbles or sea that roars that has not gotten permission before change was made.  The changes I ask are my pleas as trust for all my days I place in Your hands. 

As God, reigning the span of universe after universe, sending Jesus from this open arena of infinity; to my single need and yearning.  Satisfy and embrace my cry as I burn with passion, Your passion all my days.

I Repent

This morning, Lord of my life since I was such a small child, I come now on the other side as an elder – closer to my exit than when I first sang that sweet song for You to enter my heart.  What an experience to have had as I go there in the memories allowed to stay.  So close, so into Your heart I found my surrender.  Again, today, I’m repeating my surrender.  Like the rest of my life is not my own, but like then, taking a leap into the dark and knowing somehow again You are there to be the light when each step comes.  Recalling how something was working in me to save me; but before my surrender, I thought it was just irritation of a voice that didn't know me.   

But moving on, moving from here to there, Poppa, I want to be unafraid like I was as a child.  I want to hear this voice that corrects and guides and find it takes me to the new dawn of many wonderful moments of Your songs about me.  For I am Yours, completely Yours and I let go of what I think is mine.  This goes deep for ownership is big.  Ownership has a grip about me that demands reverence from myself and I put it strong on others.  "This is mine."  And if I pick ownership back up again, I want to be reminded of this moment.... like I am reminded of this perfect moment as a child, giving all my love and ownership to You. 

Come into my heart, come into my heart, Lord Jesus.  Come in to stay, come in today.  Come into my heart forever and ever. Amen.

Strange Looks Of Worshp

The strange looks of worship 

as a heart goes to the acceptance 

of something so real 

filling the soul.  

I've seen it often, 

this look of waiting, 

as if to freeze from normal life 

for the full effect.  

Like the stop 

of all intended directions 

the mind was on, 

when someone passes 

and has a brief moment 

they insist on giving a neck rub.  

The body, mind, and soul 

are owned by its gift 

of such great feelings.  

Worship, 

twinkling into the air, 

as your heart gathers enough information 

that it is convinced God is good.  

Finding a new courage 

to entertain such a miraculous moment, 

your senses become stained 

with the word of such beauty.  

And out comes the ‘look’ 

of what is going on 

in the inside of the rest of your life.  

An arm might go up, 

eyes may close, 

chin could rise 

as if to make sure the full face 

gets all covered in this moment.   

A clap may explode, 

followed by the jump 

that is guided by 

the time after time experience 

allowed for such an outburst.  

Or possibly the stillness, 

so welcome in our exhausting busy world, 

holds your attention 

and you breathe.  

But always, 

with all the moves of such a treasure, 

a time where the heart has been 

so connected to the greatness of God, 

a dance begins.  

The dance of words 

from your mouth, 

hang on different attitudes.  

The dance of actions 

make others want to know 

how life has been so good to you.  

The strange look of worship, 

as Holy becomes our confession, 

known because we find ourselves 

in such need of His.  

Humbled as the ‘no matter what’ 

only applies to Him 

even though we tried to get everyone else 

to be this for us. 

Worship from an empty-handed heart 

but discovering it is the timeless jewel 

He was wanting.  

The phrase 

beauty on the inside 

begins its dance within 

and we find His Holy Spirit 

feels like fluttering butterflies 

as we become His temple.  

The strange looks of worship,

upon our face,

and we dance.

Wars My God Starts and Finishes

FIRE, WIND, WAR

Be encouraged, oh my soul

for war is upon you.  

The fight my God manifests 

when I worship Him.  

The praise that extends 

into the heavens 

as His glory comes down 

to cover my life and situations.  

War more fierce than fire in wind.

SHAKE MOUNTAINS

The wonders of His sound 

that shakes all mountains I had.  

CRY

The assignments released 

as I cry 

my love to the maker, 

the only One God, 

whose goodness is my driving force 

to find the amazement.

DANCE

The dance of my feet, 

give speed to His delight 

He breaks the enemy’s attachment 

to my mind and my steps.  

SING LOUDLY

I give such high praise 

for it is all about who He is, 

who and what 

His work does in my life, 

His spilling of Grace 

over me; 

for I cannot obtain 

an ounce of freedom 

from my own worry and fret.  

PONDER

I lift my thought, 

my complete exultation 

of how deeply I love Him; 

for He is absolute 

with constant out pour

 and the power 

of electrifying current 

goes from Him.  

FIRE BURN

His presence is like a fire 

that takes my total stare 

as I meet its beautiful captivation.  

WARRING GOD

Mighty, like a sound so high 

it is only heard with aid, 

is the warring God 

with all power, 

looking upon me and giving orders.  

SURRENDER

I take what I am, who I am, 

where I am, and I offer to Him 

my surrender and acknowledge my praise 

to join the city of God 

and decorate this wall 

with voices of who He is.  

PIERCING OF THE HEART

Over and over 

in waves non-stopping force 

is resurrection work 

piercing my heart 

to conform to the One I adore.  

GUSHING RIVERS

He has fountains 

that will never dry 

and He connects their direction 

to my life.  

FIERCE-FULL FIGHT

Revival fire causes war within me 

and His fight is fierce 

as I worship; 

declare who He says He is, 

who His existence melts, 

where mercy endures, 

why I am, 

to give my heart full of praise 

that His glory 

fills the heavens and earth.   

BLOW THE SHOFAR

War, my soul cries, 

war as I blow the Shofar 

to call all my thoughts 

into right standing 

to inhabit He who comes 

to those who praise.  

For my God starts and finishes

Wars for those who praise Him.

Faithful To Know His Promises When I Cannot Remember

I come, my Comforter,

 for the songs that keep coming up 

swing me into a giggle 

to replace my lack 

I have tried to fill. 

Frantically I attempt 

the rushing mighty ‘must do’ 

that pushes me into high gear 

and when it is over, 

I find something 

that raises a million more questions….

”What was I wanting it to accomplish?”  

It has a nice feel 

to give power 

to my screaming want list 

but if I stop and think 

about what it paid, 

I giggle for it is so short 

of that place 

where I have laid down 

my own mountain 

and pursued Your presence 

that is constant 

and takes me to the ultimate prize.  

I love how no matter what, 

You direct to the riches 

that will expand my heart 

to bigger and better.  

May my eyes never grow weary 

of finding this?  

May I still my soul 

to know that after I hear Your Name 

for 10,000 years, 

I will have only begun 

to know Love together with Trinity?  

For Holy means eternal perfect, 

past forever correctly designed, 

and my heart becoming the strong 

You created me to be 

in Your Holiness.  

To know love like this, 

I must have it to the extreme 

You meant it to be.  

The sense of love 

can be confusing 

as it will lean to its own understanding; 

but the pureness of love 

walks tall beside me 

whether I am in step 

or if I am completely sideways.  

Love will embrace me 

with the power of truth 

and not the silliness 

of padded compromise.  

Faithful to know Your promises 

when I cannot remember 

or seem to crawl out of my own pain, 

Jesus, 

may I say Your Name 

as a believer and 

child within this kingdom forever.

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.