Winter Whites Winter always reminds me of white -- purity. I don’t know, maybe because that’s when it snows the most. Things always seem to slow down. The frantic growing of spring and summer is absent. The earth seems to be taking a rest. Less rushing around Time to let go More repose Be slow More inner reflection Look for a higher direction For my thoughts Be enveloped by Peaceful stillness Make it an endeavor most earnest Go deeper into myself That inner me I usually place upon a shelf As I rush around Get to know God’s peace that Passes understanding. Come, Lord Jesus, come. Recreate your world and Leave your peace and repose!
Water Fountain For all the broken-hearted, The oppressed, rejected, The unloved, There is a fountain Rising Eternally forever above Shining with light So bright This overwhelming Love From the heart of God Roaring, flooding Gushing From His Heart’s Spring It’s rushing To cleanse, protect Unto the effects Of a fallen world Upon our lives, Our souls May His love bind My heart to His So I may live In the shelter of His wings Forever This fountain Roaring, ignoring satan’s hatred he will not win Soon will be his end This you will see If you believe In His Son His death on a cross Was not our loss But a victory In His loving hand I live Already in His Promised Land!!
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Intimacy A language lips will Never know Holds me enthralled From crown to toes My inner essence flames Held inside this fleshly cage Consumed at last yet held Until the coming of a greater age My being vibrates With your love, O’ Lord As your fingers stroke & fan The light of life within Held in the center of your hand Where all true Joy & Peace begin
Lean That cross, Slick & sticky from the red flood Of your precious blood Soaking, dripping from above Down to me Each precious drop A powerful weapon Only it has power to stop satan’s hatred, storm of fury cruel & angry, Against our lives As you took Your last breath I am left Knowing your death Won my freedom While I lean my head Against the wood Rough & hewn By man carved only to disgrace I gaze upon your Lovely dead face Knowing you are Returned to your Rightful throne of glory I will sit at your feet On this blood-soaked ground I do not care if I am found Sitting here Leaning into your cross I know heaven’s deepest loss Has returned my life to me So may it ever be For each & all of those Who unafraid will dare To lean into your cross! King Jesus May I always live Leaning against your cross!
Here is a repost of something that happened to me awhile back. Hope you enjoy!
Sometimes I have what I call waking impressions or visions if you like. It was early in the morning. I had just woken up. In it, it was like I could sense God overhead and below him closer to the ground was an almost shapeless, glistening object. I sensed it represented a human soul.
I sensed He was showing me why he places so much value on each person. We are made of the same basic material as the living God, pure spirit. The real us is a spirit created in the image of God, eternal, never going to cease to exist. Our intellect, our emotions and our will are the real us. For everyone, our physical shells will die and cease to function, but not our eternal souls.
I think the message was this is why He places so high a value on us, higher than I can understand. I needed this message maybe more than anyone. The beggar on the street means as much to God as the President of the United States. May God bless your day!!