More Than This

Praises be to the Lord Most High!
who has given us freedom under an open sky.
Exalted are the mountains which are under His gaze
lifted up for His glory and everlasting praise!
These things which evidence His enduring love
the rebel, by nature, can make nothing of.
By not desiring the Source, which is God
through an endless, barren, wilderness plods,
to the blackest hole, where is cut out God's heart,
without which, reality, at the seams, falls apart.
Love is a higher form of thought,
alien to any not by Him taught.
The holiness of God transends mere goodness,
simple pleasures of life, He's much higher than this!
Humility a lesson: Pain just a test:
Bring the will of the Savior, 'cause He knows what's best!
From whence won the war o'r evil? Cast down!
By choice, through Him, we claim victor's crown!
for the more that hatred presses us 'round,
the greater the contrast to His love is found!
More significance is there in His singular Word
than all the deluded voices we've heard.
The glory of Jesus is there for the knowing
experience His love, your faith will be growing!

Grief and Tears

I cannot bear the weight of it,
this burden I have chosen.
My legs tremble and my mind reels.
Surely the Mighty One is stronger.
this sorrow will not bear Him down.
My eyes tire of all their tears,
for who can hear the cry of the wicked?
The one who has refused to see
the angry countenance of their God.
The have turned from acknowledging their debt,
From the One who has given them life.
What is their portion, save darkness?
Confined to the cell called despair?
No relief from loneliness is there
and wisdom turns to rend them.
The innocent will not remember these
the ones who sought to devour them.
None can deliver them from distress.
They have chosen to be cut off.
Might I be the one to speak?
To ask that mercy and compassion
place obstacles to halt the rush?

Finding Identity as.......

In submission
I become
not less
but more.
Prostrated,
I am
exalted.
Created as
a conduit of:
Your mercy
Your compassion
Your love.
In humility
I find
my calling.
Limned in light
Your radiance
shines out.
Effective now,
Your servant!

Dark

Outside Your house,
What passes for love
is greed, disguised.
Pride is more valued
than understanding.
The lives of innocents feed
the machinary of power.
Gentleness and grace
are sacrificed for
material and political gain.
Ears are closed off
to suffering and pain.
A hand stretched out
in supplication
is cut off at the wrist.

Master

I know Your touch.
I hear Your voice.
I recognize the work of Your hands.
My Lord, my Love,
My Life, and my Light.
My most exalted purpose
is to bring praise to Your name,
Either from my own lips,
or when others see You in me.
I have learned the shape
and texture of True Love,
How it feels to
receive that tenderness,
that campassionate response,
to my expectant vulnerability.

The Unseen

You are the love of my life and my soul.
My relationship with You is estatic:
Exhaustingly euphoric.
A wild and thrilling ride
of blessing and discovery.
Your might and wisdom lure me
as a moth to flame
comsuming, purifying flame.
My physical bonds restrict me.
I look around, high and low
but I cannot see You!
My heart pleads for more
My Life and only True Friend.
Love of my life,
Where might I find You?
Show Yourself to me,
as a lover would,
in the private language we share.
Let Your truths come to pass,
as You have shown them to me.
I will rejoice in You forever, because
You have called me by name,
and have not neglected
to share Your heart with me.

End to Beginning

My youthful strength is spent.
Beauty has faded to dust and ashes.
Power and enthusiasm must be replaced
with knowledge and determination.
As I feel the cold looming shadow
I realize that the transition is a doorway.
You are far larger that all my fears.
For what other barrier is there,
than that one You decree,
to seperate me from seeing Your face,
save my eyes of flesh?
Should You call me to abandon this temple,
as the mockingbird now sings to me
of the peace of Your presence,
so allow that I might hear the angels
as I approach the threshold, singing
so my soul may understand
and experience immeasurable joy
in the last victory over stuggle and pain
traded for glory and freedom.

Mercy's Child

You know me more intimately than any lover,
my sister, or my mother.
You inhabit the temple of my flesh.
Your Spirit permeates my body,
enclosed in and surrounded as I am
in the sea of Your love.
Ribbons of warmth radiate ouward
from my fingertips,
a tactile representation
of my powerful feelings of wellbeing.
If we never feel the lack,
then we can never experience the wanting.
What a blessing to clearly see our sad condition!
To realize our need is to become involved
in the birth of our own passion.
To put passion into constructive action
developes a soaring joy
not bound to or limited by earthly laws.
I live, right now, in a story
of Your glory and love in action.
Your extraordinary essence
is revealed in ordinary people.
I share this heritage: Work progressing :
An education in humility and honor.
There is nothing that can be offered to me,
nothing found that is equal,
to the immensity of Your person
and the gifts that You give to me.
You are worth any price.
I serve the Ancient of Days
In return You instruct me on how to truly live
and deepen my understanding.
I have learned this:
The pain and strugle of the now
only serve to make Your ultimate victory
more complete and all encompassing.
You want us to share in Your joy.
My spirit is gratified to abide
in the knowledge of Your love.