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GRACE

12 Apr

 

“For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.”    Psalm 84:11 

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Ever so gently, the Spirit comes,

gently calling, gently waking,

the sleeping soul.

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“Awake, Beloved, Arise,

join with me in sweet refreshing,

precious moments, you and I.”

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And though I try,

to fight the weariness,

I fall again,

to senseless sleep..

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“Awake, Beloved, Arise,

rest in the peace only I can give.”

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My soul rocks,

battered by my own strengths,

by my own weaknesses.

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The angels of light,

war with the angels of darkness,

fighting for the rights,

to my blessing.

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Again I try to rise,

“Grace” – “Grace”

for spiritual strength,

to fight the demons,

that take their positions,

to stop the Rhema,

about to birth.

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“Grace” – “Grace”

And with my cry,

a change begins,

a pounding pulse,

a surge of fire,

a rising up,

to the Spirit of truth.

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In sweet communion,

with the one true Lord,

all weariness passes.

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Refreshing of Spirit,

refreshing of soul,

no weakened limb,

just tender moments,

in anointed splendor.

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“Arise, My Beloved,

and receive the gift,

I’ve so longed,

for you to have.

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GRACE!

 

Written 11-1-98

 

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To Know

2 Nov

As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.    Ecc 11:5

The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.    John 3:8

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At the breath of dawn

I raise my life to You.

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I feel your warmth,

caressing the weary lines

that etch and pull

at the curves of my face.

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Your light tenderly penetrates

the closed lids

of my eyes,

beckoning me to see,

far past the visible realm.

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I raise myself up,

straight and tall,

pleading to you for the strength

I once had

of my own ability.

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My own strength fails,

as it always has,

but Your strength overcomes

my weakness

as I step out for You.

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I remain in sweet communion,

our spirits touch through

the gift of Your precious Spirit.

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I absorb and regenerate

from the power of joining with You.

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Your anointing oil pours

from the cup of Your desires

to the hope of my will.

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I see what you have called me to,

but understand not.

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I touch the oil that flows

down my garments

and wonder “Why”?

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The oil glistens on my fingertips

as I take it to its appointed work.

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I question and doubt,

every step of the way,

at why I was chosen for this work;

whether I could truly

make a difference.

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As I reach the appointed place,

I reach out and touch the life

I’ve been sent to heal.

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The anointing and the Spirit become one,

coursing through this vessel.

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The Spirit speaks forth

as virtue flows out

through these fingertips

and into another called of God.

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After the evening passes

and the shadows of doubt diminish

I return to the dawn

to seek You once again.

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I so desire to know You,

to understand the plans

You’ve set in motion,

a plan that only you

can comprehend.

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Forgive me, Lord,

in the dusk of doubt.

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Help me to know that

my greatest mission

is to carry forth the touch

You have put in my hand,

And to take the steps,

You have placed in my feet.

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Help me to realize that

all I need to know,

all I need to understand,

is that every move I make

is completely in Your will.

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Written 6-17-99

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Grafted

30 Mar

It was a deep wound,

Intended to bring death,
Inflicted by the spear,
Of a Roman Soldier.

Gaping open,
It released blood and water.
The blood of the new covenant,
The water of the Holy Spirit,
Yet to come.

The precious liquids,
Oozing to the surface,
Were the precious nutrients,
To give food and strength,
To the nation to come.

Inside that wound,
Deep in the side of my Savior,
The wound Satan meant for evil,
God planted a seed,
A bud,
A grafted nation,
A place for me.

That wound,
And the seed inside,
Were anointed with myrrh,
With aloes, and with spices.
Wrapped so carefully,
With the finest linen,
Preparing a cleft,
Of most Holy foundation,
For the Gentile to join,
God’s chosen.

Then came the moment,
When the linens were left,
In the shape of a man,
But hollow and unaltered,
As a message of release.

The moment when Christ,
With the grafted children,
Tucked safely beneath his arm,
Faced Satan and conquered death.

Now this nation,
Birthed in the side of Christ,
As Eve was birthed,
In the side of Adam,
Sat in communion,
At the right hand of God.

Guided forth,
Performing greater miracles,
Exhibiting greater power,
Flowing in the Holy Spirit,
The seed branched forward.

Inside that graft,
With its roots entwined,
Deep into the Master,
There is a leaf,
Turning to the Son,
Preparing to break forth,
And follow the way,
Set forth by Him.

It’s just one leaf,
Of the many branches,
Just one small part,
Of a mighty tree.
But on that leaf,
Is a name,
And that name belongs,
To ME.

olive-branch

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