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CYCLE

5 Apr

And he said, My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest. Exodus 33:14

The rose bushes are pruned and bare, dormant.

The valleys are brown, dry.

The air is crisp, clean, clear.

Crystals of cold hang in the air, waiting.

From the first appearance,

It seems as though death has come to overcome.

Look closer still.

The cold releases dew, seeping deep underground.

The brief glimpses of sunlight beacon tender buds,

Soon the cycle of life resumes.

Like seasoned Christians;

Pruned, trimmed, resting.

The Love of God surges forth,

When weariness gives way to rest in the Son.

 

 

Written 2-6-2002

CONFESSION

4 Apr

“For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy

unto all them that call upon thee.” Psalm 86:5

Forgive me, Lord, for my doubts.

Forgive me, Lord, in my pain and fatigue,

Your voice was distant and faint,

I thought You didn’t care.

Forgive me, Lord, I forgot the blessings,

Of yesterday in the crisis,

Of today.

Forgive me, Lord, for not recognizing,

How very precious I am to You,

You showed me again and again,

Buy my self-esteem couldn’t receive it.

Thank you, Lord, for continually calling my name,

Calling louder and louder,

When my ears were turned away.

Thank you, Lord, for the friends and warriors,

That You sent to my side,

When I was to weak to fight.

Thank you, Lord, for forced rest,

When my body was in desperate need,

But I refused to rest.

Thank you, Lord, that I am Your daughter,

And You are my Father,

And nothing can ever change that.

 

Written 6-14-2002

A BRAND NEW DAY

4 Apr

 

“For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face.

Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”

1 Corinthians 13: 12-13

 

Steam from the frigid water,

Rises up to kiss the sun.

Birds shake loose the morning dew,

And sing the sweetest song.

The leaves and petals raise their face,

To drink the first rays of day.

Music fills the air, chasing away the cold darkness,

Of the night.

Clouds part, allowing the gold and purple hues,

To dance across the sky.

Webs glisten in intricate geometric patterns.

Tiny footprints grace the fresh morning soil.

It’s a brand new day and God has given His first gift.

Lord, teach me to see with spiritual eyes,

The same daily beauty I see in the natural.

Remove the scales of circumstance,

That cloud my spiritual vision.

Help me to receive Your morning kiss,

With more joy and admiration,

Than simple nature.

Help me to receive the miracle of NOW.

 

Written 6-15-2002

SECRET PLACE

22 Dec

“He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. [2] I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.”   Psalm 91:1-2

I have a secret place,

That I alone know.

A place I call my own,

Where my Father and I,

Laugh together,

And cry together,

Face to face.

It’s a very special place,

I can travel to at will,

Without ever leaving,

The place where I stand.

In that secret place,

I see the face of God.

Sometimes in a stranger,

Sometimes in the sky,

As I bask in His Holy Creation.

My secret place has flowers,

And birds,

And streams,

And fields,

Sweet fragrances of memories,

And music that fills my soul,

Things that bring me closer,

To my Father’s voice.

You may sit right near me,

And never see me leave,

But you’ll notice a different glow,

That saturates my spirit,

And lifts me every upward.

My secret place can’t be found,

By anybody else.

But yours, my friend,

Waits for you,

Deep within your heart.

 

Written 6-16-00

NEW WINESKINS

22 Dec

“Neither do men put new wine into old bottles: else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, and the bottles perish: but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved.”  Matthew 9:17

The old wineskin,

that covers this frame,

has become stiff,

and tough,

and bitter.

The New Wine,

that once filled this frame,

has been tasted,

and rejected,

and spit upon the ground,

leaving an empty skin,

tainted with yesterday’s desires,

allowed to go stale.

Like an old wineskin,

in the skillful hands,

of the Master,

it is time to have the stiffness,

beaten down,

the bitterness boiled out,

and the callousness,

scrapped away.

Cleansed,

supple, resilient,

once again this frame,

will be prepared to carry within,

the New Wine,

daily fresh,

daily blessed.

This time, Lord,

let me not sniff at,

let me not swirl around,

let me not fretfully sip,

and let me not spit out,

the New Wine,

placed inside.

But, let me savor,

every drop,

no matter the flavor,

or what I wish it might be,

or what I wish it could have been.

Let me cherish,

the new wine,

I’ve been prepared,

to carry,

that I’ve been sent,

to pour out.

And once again,

when I’ve allowed the wine,

to grow bitter and taint.

Renew the wineskin,

that covers this frame,

making it better,

than the first day,

it was sent,

to be a vessel,

destined to hold the best wine,

the wine that is served,

at the throne of the King.

Written 4-20-99

IN JESUS’ NAME

22 Dec

 

That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Philippians 2:10-11 

Life, I claim You, In Jesus’ name,

Beauty pure and free.

Love, I show you, In Jesus’ name,

All the world to see.

Lord, I praise you, In Jesus’ name,

You’re everything to me.

Gentle Days and tender nights,

throughout eternity.

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I smile with every sun lit sky,

as gentle breezes blow.

I joy with every star filled sky,

the Heavens all aglow.

I warm with every tender bud,

drawn open by the rain.

I know they were all given me,

when I called in Jesus’ name.

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Life, I claim You, In Jesus’ name,

Beauty pure and free.

Love, I show you, In Jesus’ name,

All the world to see.

Lord, I praise you, In Jesus’ name,

You’re everything to me.

Gentle days and tender nights,

throughout eternity.

Written in 1992 as a song

The Mother

22 Dec

“… how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings…” Luke 13:34

A belt of Gold brings together

A Garment of Praise,

Purple and Azure,

And a covering of Righteousness

White and Pure.

A Crown of Royalty rests on her Head,

Wrapped in Purple,

Yet unadorned,

For the Wedding Day has not yet come.

Majestic Arms,

Strong and Firm,

Reach out to the Nations,

Then gather back together the wounded and grieved,

In a warm embrace.

Standing firm,

On a strong foundation,

Not gilded or adorned with useless jewelry,

Set soundly on a true doctrine,

That none may cover.

She pours out the sustenance needed,

To strengthen the Saints of God.

One vessel holding the Priest’s share of the sacrifices,

Brought to the Brazen Altar,

Given graciously to those who hunger.

One vessel holds the precious food of the Spirit,

The Word of God,

Served to build the body of faith.

Eyes keenly upon the task at hand,

Not to the left or the right.

Face radiant with the glory of God,

Anointed to shepherd the people,

Those unwanted by the church of glass and velvet,

Those needing the foundation and guidance,

To heal.

The hand of the 5-fold ministry,

Carefully pours the anointing out,

To those appointed to fulfill the need.

The Mother,

The Church,

Will rise,

Bearing the vessels of truth and righteousness,

On its shoulders,

Looking for a people, to dip and drink.

It will rise in strength and confidence,

Knowing her place.

Only setting her work aside,

For a moment,

That moment when she embraces her children,

Blessing them and sending them forward,

To find their place.

Then lifting her vessels again,

Placing them firmly upon her shoulders,

She presses onward.

Written 10-11-01

KNEEL WITH US

22 Dec

O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker.” Psalm 95:6

As we come to You,

We seek the truth,

Our open hearts we give.

We lift our hands,

And take a stand,

in righteousness to live.

Help us speak for You,

In all we do,

Your words of peace we share.

Please hold us near,

And calm our fears,

And kneel with us in prayer.

Lord, we teach Your word,

Your truths are heard,

We walk in love and faith.

We share Your ways,

For strength we pray,

We’ve learned to kneel and wait.

Keep us in Your will,

Our own thoughts stilled,

Our old ways changed to new.

Please keep us close,

At any cost,

Our mind on only You.

 Lord, we lift our hands,

In love we stand,

A shout of faith we raise.

We reach to You,

Your touch renews,

Our words are songs of praise.

Seeking to be filled,

To know Your will,

Fills every waking hour.

Please touch our souls,

And let us know,

Your mercy, strength and power.

Written in 1991 as a song

 

JOY

22 Dec

“I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within them.”  John 17:13

I hold in my hand,

the gift of Joy.

It’s my gift,

to do with,

what I will.

I can place it in my pocket,

hide it from the world,

enjoy it only in my private place,

where no one else can see.

Or I can choose to share it,

with a friend,

with a stranger,

with you.

It takes courage to remove it,

from my hand,

and place it,

into my heart,

where it can be criticized,

ridiculed,

shared.

It’s my gift,

and it’s my choice.

God gave it to me,

to do as I will,

In hopes that I will do,

His will,

and give it,

to you.

 

 

Written 11-21-98

LORD OF THE DANCE

15 Dec

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; Ecclesiastes 3:4

Take My hand as I draw you near,

Rest your cheek tenderly against Mine.

My arm holds firmly across your back,

You are fully enveloped in My love.

This is our time of intimacy.

Now step boldly back, secure in My love, safe.

Dance before Me, as a delicate flower.

The sweet fragrance so intoxicating.

This is our time of thankfulness.

Step back again and dance fervently,

Firmly plant your feet,

Chase away the evil with your hands.

Fight away the temptation that searches out our children.

This is our time of intercession.

As you grow faint, weary in the battle,

Step back to me, safely in My arms, enveloped in My arms,

Receiving My strength, receiving My love,

This is our time of renewing.

Take My hand.

Written 2-6-2002