Prayer - What Does It Do

The ride of prayer has wings that lift the heavy we cannot explain. 

It’s every sound brings in a musical note that adds to the eternal song of God and humankind. 

Finding a deeper color of explanations, a more vivid look into the Eyes of One; creating a clear sky even if clouds appear to be above the circumstances life offered.  

Details happen and yet the whole picture becomes the visual I run toward.  

All those threaded into my life, come before this move of God… and it happens! 

The world turns because God Loved the whole earth and gave His Son, Jesus. 

My move, His Work in me, turns the space this whole picture was processing from heaven’s grace, and a step of eternity mixes perfect ingredients to One involved and content.  

His Glory (His story in me) comes to fill the place again and again as the ride of prayer has wings that lift the heavy we cannot explain. 

Canyon To Cross

Into His kingdom, into His Place, 

the glory of unfamiliar, 

my heart seeks with extreme passion.  

Somehow, someway, 

blocking out distractions 

that want only to scratch against 

this Face; 

but out comes an expression 

that is stirring to be alive, 

with all the curves and colors 

that open words to be worthy droplets, 

millions of word droplets 

create a Face I will never forget.   

For I look beyond any one thing 

to the great, unfamiliar great.  

Such that takes me to a lift 

as if looking over the canyon 

and to the other side 

where my feet insisted I travel.  

When in sight, 

it is just a step and nothing more, 

waiting for me.  

Now faces meet 

and the love is exchanged 

while strength is regained.  

A cheer is heard from afar, 

as if heaven wanted this union 

more than I.  

A different song begins to play 

and I find what was a destiny 

is only an open endless field.  

It’s as if dancing was the claps 

that kept beating 

while all seen and unseen 

kept my breath in timing.  

Breathing was given, 

but I could only know 

of its riches when arriving. 

An enemy starred 

but grew weary 

as the forming of face likeness 

was the results of this Place.  

Father likeness 

becomes this child’s features 

and the final chain dissolved. 

Language Connects To Find Love

Poppa, who went to all detail of creating me, where I would best be designed to live…I am overwhelmed with gratefulness.  For I cannot think of any other time I would want to be. Having access to so much history and knowing the future brings the amazing as well, how did You do this? 

And in processing my place, being aware it is designed to be closest to You with extreme consideration of my choices, You lift me higher and higher to be part of heaven’s existence. 

Made to want me as one with One, where You are, like You, holding the Substance of my movement in You.  I so want to go, be, have what You want for me. It is satisfaction no words can complete the description; experience must be a part.  

Like the constant strum of a perfect beat, my whole being begins to dance with such abandonment, as this intimate personal One connects such precision dreams to become my life.  

The I Am, who You are, sings as if to help me remember, like when I was a child learning the alphabet.  The complicated becomes the simple bases for my whole world of discovering You.  Communication has a foundation as our language connects to find Love in all things. The dance of life is on.  

My day begins and my desire is to make something beautiful of it for You; that each step is a stroke of color for a perfect picture at the end of this beautiful moment given.  That You see so deep in my heart You know what I’m communicating far past my choice of words or actions… see the yearning of giving it to You so my climb is prosperous and has Your great story to tell.  

This Kingdom… the Kingdom of Jesus’ Name, has found me and I confess Him as my Lord. 

Focus Of Unlearned Hearts

Ready to be the focus 

of unlearned hearts, 

unformed by the Master, 

whose Name is a mystery 

without surrender!  

For the surrender 

of all to Jesus 

gives its home 

as a life 

living within a glass house. 

Beholding the world 

as it watches me. 

Trusting completely 

while conversations 

make a voice of prayer 

the video of His Will upon earth.  

Traveling deep 

to grab hold of needs 

so His Story is told.  

Eyes open to His jealous Heart 

and willing to fight 

with this affection, 

mending the bleeding souls 

in battle.  

Shaking with beauty 

of mighty Fear of the Lord; 

tearing down, 

tearing through, 

standing power of Truth… 

breaking strong holds 

with Love 

that crashes every party 

an enemy tries to throw.  

Encountering a Love 

that rescues, 

cleanses, and sits me 

in high places 

with His Life abundant.  

Seeing what He sees 

and releasing 

what is given me.  

What He creates 

from my ashes - 

His tower 

to bring lost ones 

to hold onto.  

Pushing through the fear 

that being watched 

only cause’s embarrassment, 

revealing the broken undesired 

ugly of my soul; 

to Trust that tells me 

the Breath of God 

blows around 

such a surrendered position.  

Ready to be the focus 

of unlearned hearts, 

unformed by the master, 

whose Name is a mystery 

without surrender!

Weightless Space That Covers My Soul

This blanket that has covered me, 

this weightless space that covers my soul, 

I speak from. 

It wakes the heart and is relentless in its pull to be. 

I take each step; 

it seems to not matter if I’m going forward 

or backwards or side to side, 

I become closer to the reach 

it has dominated as its’ owned.  

I’ve been its’ celebration 

and carried to be rejoiced over 

as the dance of happy 

declares He did well in His Work.  

I can only cry.  

I know my failures 

and make efforts to share 

how this can’t be.  

I was blind, broken, and beaten 

with accusations 

until my cripple heart 

felt it was over. 

But Life has answered the homeless, 

those who can’t find 

this world’s place as the rescue.  

Intimacy comes 

and amazing grace 

is the station where all travel 

now comes and goes.  

Rest has a new Name, 

worthy of my laying down 

the conclusions 

and giving His Way 

as my heart’s desire.  

For eternity can seem so short, 

when the heart is so in love! 

When every sound heard 

I’m sure is trying 

to explain that which so desperately 

wants to be known.  

Love, His Love… 

this weightless space 

that covers my soul, 

I speak from. 

It wakes the heart 

and is relentless in its pull to be.

Lost and Found of God's Love

What happens when there is a pressure that takes a bite of your heart and seems to be a dead grip without the option of loosening?  It’s as if it is a screaming monster that refuses to calm.  Taking every opportunity to trigger and trip up each moment another breath is taken.  

Learning to walk with these accusations can be a journey with the sight of great light ahead, yet nothing but bumps and holes to trip and struggle through to get there. 

I wonder… when in this situation… am I at my best while in the hole, tripping over the bump, or when I’ve arrived at the great light?  Something seems to want to tell me it is more when the struggle is there.  What am I doing?  How am I responding?  What is coming from my heart during these impossible strikes?

Time happens as the journey gives unexpected! As I ponder these questions, I find those piercing accusations against my heart, those screaming monsters, falling off as heaven seems to come to earth! 

Why is that? While in the middle of an honest debate, the pouring of my soul… His Love meets this dilemma as I empty myself of pity (built from wrong thinking) as He prepares my heart to be ready to know Truth - of how the Living God feeds and cloths His universe within me.  I find my soul refreshed and my hope stirring with energy to run the race for myself, while picking up others also.  It's a blissful moment.

And then it’s gone… just like that?  I’ve feasted in a river of pleasure, solid peace that has only the Silence of extreme as its Sound.  Giving like a fountain as I play in its pour.  Singing from somewhere within, songs that are all about the ‘me’ I didn’t know. And then it’s gone. 

Again, I fell, stumbled with distraction, and lost that Voice that is Silent with extreme as its Sound.  

I try blocking the distraction with earthly tools, exchanging a distraction for a distraction.  Now, lost and running for a shelter, I knock on doors – any door – for I tasted something I can no longer live without.  Panic rises as I anticipate being lost forever.  Hungry and longing to be united again, with ‘wait’ as my friend now, I stop the chase.  

I stop. The unexpected....again.  Flowers seem to blossom around me as I wait with want of love I tasted and fiercely crave.  

I stay in confused observant eyes as I sense a new picture story about me. A completely new and deeper taste of this same love, I am still. 

How could this be?  I had perfect love. How does perfect get more perfect?  How can love grow richer in taste for my soul?  And yet, slowly, springtime gives more and I am becoming soaked in delight as I was never alone, but growing.  

He delights in the growth of love's pouring, and creating a likeness of its glory in us.  As it covers the earth, the Universe of His Love in us spills in abundance.

Dream Place of Love

There is a place more real than the offering of complete devotion; for devotion is in pieces - giving as moment by moment thoughts surrender. 

This Place appears as a dream, with only its own words and actions required to respond and act. It's not filled with mumbling and distractions, no, only its story. Each moment belongs to finish the picture. 

Drawing me to this Place is a call so direct, so focused, I can fix my eyes upon it and still receive all my life's fulfillment. Not missing a note within my song.

Love, His love, is this Place. A dream with no wasted thoughts or moments. Retold over and over and in newness of its unfolding picture.

Love solid, Holy, like a dream without distractions.