Tag Archives: Voice

PRAISE

14 Sep

Breath of Heaven,

whispers down,

soothes,

caresses,

covering,

with sweet oils,

of the anointing.

The face of God,

reflects in the tears

of the worshiper.

Water and oil,

flowing together,

drips to the ground.

Called to earth,

by the sweet fragrance,

of sacrificed praise;

sweet,

fresh,

Rose of Sharon.

His robe whispers,

billows,

whispers,

as His feet gently tread,

on Holy Ground.

The Angels sing,

Holy,

Holy.

The anointing flows,

covers,

soothes,

caresses.

Holy, Holy,

as the voice of God,

reaches the lost,

and bursts forth,

once again,

in Praise.

 

Written 7-17-97

WHICH WAY

6 Oct

. . . and God said . . . “ Genesis


My compass spins – 

 North, South, West, East,

 Back and forth,

 Forward and Back.


 I turn this way and that,

 Trying to find True North.

 Which way Lord?


I step left – 

 The road falls away.

I step right – 

 The wall is so high.

Which way Lord,

 I’m so tired?


My compass spins – 

 The world spins around me.

 Echoes of light shoot past,

 Echoes of the past speed through my mind.

 Which way Lord?


God, I’m so weary – 

 I can’t hear Your voice.

 I’m bombarded with the noise of daily life.

 How do I know which voice is you?

 I’m spinning,

 I’m spinning.


A gentle hand stops my feet,

 Sweet music fills my ears,

 The voice of God shouts forth,

 Through the words of the prophet.

 Be still, Be still, Be still.


There is THE voice – 

 Still and small,

 “Face your compass toward me,” it says.

 “Face your compass toward me.”
Tell my children I wait for them – 

 To plant their feet, 

 To plant My Word.

 Tell my Children.”


True North!!

 

 

Written 2-8-2007

INFERNO

7 Jul

That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:   -1 Peter 1:7


Here I stand,

Safe in the hand of God,

Kissed by a gentle breeze,

Cooled by the living water,

Of the Spirit.


All around me rages an inferno,

To my right, to my left,

Directly in my path.


The bowels of hell,

Threatening death,

Always testing my faith,

But held away,

By my closest friend, my savior.


Here I stand,

And here I will stay,

Until I hear the voice of God,

Directing my steps,

To reach the lost,

With His precious love.

 

 

Written 11-10-2000