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!!
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!!
