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CALLING

12 Oct

Pray without ceasing. In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. Quench not the Spirit.   1 Thessalonians 5:17-19

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I see Your smile in the reds and golds of dawn,

Your pleasure in the stillness of the waking morning,

You’re calling me, Lord,

Pray.

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I see Your hand calm the stress of the moment,

Your tender assurance as situations explode,

You’re calling me, Lord,

Pray.

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I see Your will in the difficult changes of life,

Your plan unfolds to make a path for my feet,

You’re calling me, Lord,

Pray.

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I see Your peace in the quiet of the night,

Your Word rests gently in my arms, in my heart,

You’re calling me, Lord,

Pray.

 

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Written 9/3/91

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YOU’RE THERE

23 Sep

 

And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:  And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.   1 Kings 19:11-12 (KJV)

 

I can't hear You, Lord,

I can't hear You today.

Just a quiet whispering;

A rustling.



There was a day when we walked together, 

Talked together,

Closest friends.



Your words were loud and sure,

I knew Your will,

No doubt which path to take.

But I can't hear You, Lord,

I can't hear You today.



There were joyful times,

Times of tears,

Times of intercession,

And deepest prayers.



I felt You then,

You heard my cries and held me tight.

But I can't hear You, Lord,

I can't hear You today.



Somewhere I fell faint,

Neglected to listen,

Perhaps I disobeyed.

Or is this a testing time,

To see if I will remain,

Even in Your silence.

How will I know, Lord,

I can't hear You today.



I'll go on, as You've taught me,

I'll overcome,

Walk in joy,

Sing Your praises,

Again and again.



And when You've finished,

Testing and trying,

Pruning and purging,

Loving and lifting,

I will know.



Even in silence You are there,

Even in darkness You are there,

Even in diligent unanswered prayer,

You are there.

In Your word,

 And in the hearts of Your children.

Written 9-3-91

 

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HUMBLE BIRTH

10 Sep

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.  And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.  And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.     Luke 2:4-7 KJV

 

It wasn’t that they had to travel,

travel was a way of life -

travel to the place of sacrifice -

travel to the special feasts.


It wasn’t the taxation,

that too had become a way of life.

It wasn’t the number of people -

traveling to their father’s lands -

waiting - walking - crowding.


It wasn’t being heavy with child -

ready for the precious birth -

difficult to ride -

impossible to walk.


It was that all had come together on this momentous occasion,

even with careful preparation -

not really prepared -

for the events to come.


And in all the disappointment of the evening,

the kindness of a stranger -

a humble and rugged resting place -

became the catalyst of a birth.


As the night grew its darkest,

the light pierced the sky -

to announce the hope -

of generations to come.



Cutting the sky, as the pillar of fire,

drawing those with the pureness of heart -

the star spoke the joy -

of the new life to come.


In His earliest moments of life,

He the same as others -

tiny perfect fingers -

tiny perfect toes -

the miracle of birth every parent admires.


Yet, with the sameness came the new,

the anointed glow -

with the very first breath -

drawing God’s servants -

from near and far.



A humble start - for the humbling of the heart.

No wealth or grandeur - the capture of pride.

The kindness of a stranger - to instill mercy.



And the family of flesh mixed with the family of Spirit -

surrounding - comforting

to build a solid foundation of love.


It didn’t happen the way they had wanted -

Mary and Joseph -

but it was the plan of God.



Not one moment of His precious life was wasted,

every moment etched the path of tomorrow’s grace.



So tiny - so frail,

a King was born -

a King sent to gather the humble -

to exhort the meek -

to teach love to all who would listen -

to live - and - to die -

for every precious child -

that has graced God’s earth.

 

 

Written 12-21-97

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A SINGLE MOMENT OF PRAYER

7 Jul 


Giving thanks always for all things unto 
God and the Father, in the name of our 
Lord Jesus Christ; Ephesians 5:20


I look out into a world,

of drugs, alcohol and murder.

Fear grips my heart, 

there is no avenue of safety.

What to do, Lord?


A silent prayer, 

eyes closed to the dangers at hand.

A cool breeze flows,

born in the rising of angel’s wings.


Sweet music, somewhere distant,

ripples closer, from the depths of my soul.

Whispering, Sweet Jesus,

floating above the circumstance.


A strengthening rises,

as the Spirit renews it supreme peace.


I gaze out again,

at what the enemy has wrought.

Fear has faded to compassion,

terror gave way to love.


Only the tears remain,

knowing that so many will never understand,

the indescribable power

of a single moment of prayer.

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Written 5/16/95
By Linda J. Humes
From Moments With The Master

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CHILD OF MY DESIRE

23 Jun

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine
own understanding.  Proverbs 3:5 KJV

 

In my most tragic moments,

When all I see,

Is unforgivable failure;

When I feel least,

Among all men –

You are there.

 

When I’ve done all the right,

That I know to do,

With my best ability,

And still things fail –

I hear You call.

 

When man labels my ways,

Calling me wicked,

Even in righteousness,

When I want to lay down,

When I want to quit –

You smile and nod “go on.”

 

In my smallest failures,

And grandest dreams,

I feel the conviction of life,

Pulling me down,

Taunting me to give up –

But you pull me into Your lap,

To rest.

 

Why Lord,

With this ever failing vessel,

Would you lead me on,

In tender love,

As an untiring parent,

Choreographing hope.

 

You knew me before time was,

You saw me in my Mother’s womb,

You knew my success,

You shared the joy,

You saw my guilt,

Yet held me close,

Even though you knew,

What was to come.

 

My child,

Frail and humble,

I see the heart inside,

Chained and fenced,

Tender, vulnerable.

 

Look past the vessel,

Surrounding the soul,

Molded dust,

Easily blown,

Easily moved,

Tempted.

 

Inside lies My Word,

Ready to birth,

The promises made,

Right next to My Spirit,

My seed planted there.

 

You were created for Me,

The child of My love,

No mistake, not unwanted,

As some say to believe.

 

You’re the child of My chamber,

Fragrant oils,

Sweet savor,

Rising to Heaven.

 

I wait for you in the night,

I watch for you in the day,

I’m as close as you will hold Me,

Or as far as you should say.

 

Child of My desire,

Precious one at My feet,

Rest with Me,

All the days of our life.

 

Written 6/24/1998

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FORTRESS

23 Jun

I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Philippians. 4:13 KJV

People always tell me how strong I am,

Admiring the composure they see.

Yet, inside, Jesus holds the frail

Shaking bird, praying for safety.

Don’t confuse my lack of tears for strength,

they are dammed up behind stone walls,

protecting my vulnerable heart.

Don’t confuse my serene stance for strength,

for it is a mask which covers the myriad

of emotions that are so fragile.

You may never know the real me,

I hide the guilt and pain and fears so well.

I will never allow you close enough

for fear that you might hurt me.

I choose to stay in the safety of loneliness.

I have tried to surrender what I have become,

but, by my own will, I am not strong enough.

 

Neither are you capable of penetrating the fortress

the enemy and I have so carefully built.

Lord, Jesus, descending through the wings of a dove,

strip away the chains, tear down the walls,

that I may learn to love again.

 

Written 5/11/1995

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RESTING WITH MARY

21 Aug

Martha and Mary with Jesus

“But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.”  LUKE 10:42 

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Forever in my mind rests the sweet fragrance of a summer rose,

    the cool soft pedals caress the tips of my fingers,

    the perfectly formed flower nestles gently in my memory

  –  ready to rise at a moments request.

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Though the rose is gone

  –  the memory,

    ever much as sweet,

    cannot be taken away.

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Then stands the Rose of Sharon

  –  a tender fragrance rising sweetly in my soul.

    A cool, soft caress that soothes my weary mind

    and removes the torments of the day,

    nestled gently and preciously inside this child,

    where He cannot be taken away.

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The words of the Master hide safely in my heart,

    prepared to flow forth in the time of need.

    Lying safely in the arms of the Spirit,

    residing tenderly within this child.

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Though the wooden structure of the Church

    may be destroyed,

    and every book burned,

    inside this child rests a temple

    with God’s Word that cannot be taken away.

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And though this body may be taken,

  –  what victory, what joy  –

    for that which rests inside my heart and soul

    will be brought to life in that Holy City,

  when I meet Jesus, face to face.

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Birth Of The Bride

20 Aug

Genesis 1

Adam ressurection

The waters came forth,

    pure and abundant,

    preparing for life,

    supernaturally.

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The evening and the morning,

    were the 5th day,

    life had begun.

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From the dust of the dry land,

    and the waters of the sea,

    God’s hand formed and molded man,

    the first Adam.

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The blood in his body lay silent,

    His image and soul lay pure,

    without life, water and blood ran together,

    unheedingly.

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Then into his nostrils did God breathe,

    true life,

    not merging liquid,

    not hardened soil.

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The gentle breeze from the soul of God,

    drew man to life,

    away from silent existence,

    covenant of love,

    covenant of truth.

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The blood and water coursed within man,

    birthing forth the desire,

    of a new covenant.

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In the safety of love man rested,

    a deep sleep,

    peaceful sleep.

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God reached deep inside,

    removing a small sacrifice,

    blood and water and molded dust.

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This rib became the bride of Adam,

    still and lifeless,

    breathed to life,

    by the same precious deity,

    the one Holy God.

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By the breath of God did the woman rise,

    from mere existence,

    to precious life.

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The evening and the morning,

    were the 6th day,

    the Bride was born.

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She was to bear the cycle,

    the covenant of blood and water,

    the temporary temple of God’s chosen.

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The cycle continued,

    covenant   –   sacrifice,

    birth    –    sacrifice,

    covenant    –    death.

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Jesus, the final covenant,

    God the son,

    the substance of new life,

    pierced in His side.

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Even in death,

    precious blood and water,

    amniotic fluid ran down the cross,

    onto a cursed hill  –  Golgatha.

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With it ran the seed of a new nation,

    a new generation,

    the covenant of eternal life,

    the Bride of Christ.

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With His last earthly breath,

    He drew in the sins of the world,

    and the Bride to come,

    that all life might dwell,

    in the Holy promises.

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The sins, cleansed and forgiven,

    ran with the blood,

    ran with the water,

    planting the seed,

    of the covenant to come,

    Kingdom Heirs.

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A tiny baby, born in the darkest of times,

    nurtured by the hand of God,

   filled with the breath of the Spirit,

    coursed through with sacrificial blood,

    sacrificial water.

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No longer apart from God the Father,

    no longer apart from God the Son,

    the miraculous testimony of living Word,

    birthed in the death of sin.

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Rise up, Oh Israel,

    take your inheritance of life,

    God breathed,

   Holy & Blessed.

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Clothe yourself in gold and purple,

    as the rightful Bride,

    of Christ.

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Rise up, Oh Israel,

    for the Groom prepares the place,

    where you shall dwell,

    the promises have come to pass,

    where faith meet truth,

    and they become one.

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SWEET SAVOR

6 Apr

Prayer and Incense

 

“And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.  And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.”   Revelation 8:3-4 KJV

 

The sweet, sweet essence of praise,

drifting to Heaven.

A mist of fruitfilled fragrance,

Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.

Come and taste of the wind,

taste the Glory.

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Voices lifting in victorious harmony,

Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.

Drink of the love, flowing in the mist,

sacrificed to you, Lord.

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Humbly offered in tender words,

Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.

A resting place for you,

birthed in the hearts of your children.

So simple, yet so sincere,

Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.

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Upward – to You.

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BEHIND YOUR VEIL

16 Jan

 Veil

“And thou shalt hang up the vail under the taches, that thou mayest bring in thither within the vail the ark of the testimony: and the vail shall divide unto you between the holy place and the most holy”. Exodus 26:33 KJV

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Pull me back,

Behind Your veil,

For I have ventured out,

Into the land of Giants,

Trying to forge the path,

I think You want me to walk.

Yet in this land is confusion,

Not born of You.

In this land is strife,

Not called by Your lips.

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Scourge the stubbornness from my soul,

Which says this is the way,

This must be the way.

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I know this is the wrong way, Lord,

For ‘round about mingle tormenting demons,

Cast from the souls of the dying lost.

Light and darkness may not dwell together.

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I humbly step back, Lord,

Behind Your veil.

Repenting of the thoughts,

That I could know Your will.

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Behind the veil is perfect peace.

Behind the veil is Grace.

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I’ll rest my mind and bathe my feet,

Until you open the door,

Preparing my journey.

Leaving no possible doubt

Of the path You have set.

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But let me rest,

Behind the veil,

Until You are sure,

I will stray no more.

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