Come, oh Lord. Come and see,
the place that’s been prepared for Thee.
Preparations are near completion,
for my Beloved’s sweet-love sweeping.
The lamps are burning-
and burning bright.
And have enough oil
to make it through the night.
For when You knock,
my heart shall be consumed.
To have Your voice clearly heard-
and the door illumed.
Find me waiting for You, my Lord.
And send forth Your dividing sword.
To set me apart once and forever,
married to the King in Holy splendor.
Park the car. Shut the door.
Gardens await another visit.
Pass through the gates and enter in.
The smell so sweet.
For I don’t the name of the tree that leaves
such a pungent and striking smell on me.
It stopped me directly in my path
and caused my books to collapse.
Pens roll down and the music stops,
and suddenly there is no room for clocks.
It’s good to be home again.
in the secret garden
Where Thy tru love is abiding.
And I in You and You in me.
I in the bosom of Creator galaxies.
Gathered my thoughts and pressed on through
and hit a trail so soft from morning dew.
And there is no chance to pass another,
for this place is mine and my Lover’s.
And the trees swing and clap and praise.
It’s good to be home again,
and breathe it all in…. and exhale.
Before it’s known, there He sits:
The Secret.
The mystery of my longing.
The completion of my desire.
The passion and fuel that runs on my heart.
As I approach Him, His eyes soft with smile
and tendered by waiting for me so long.
My legs no longer carry me,
for His drawing me is the gravity.
And I float on over to the glow of Him,
as He speaks my name,
a name that no one else will ever know…
He touches my face
and wraps Himself around me,
gives me a white wedding dress
and turns His head away like a gentleman
as I put on His gift.
For it transforms me from soiled rags,
to spotless Bride.
Pay some mind to the dangled petal
and it’s brothers and sisters that surround.
Their life is fading and colors gradient beige.
The whithered state of affair it’s in
reveals an issue that remains within.
in as much the fallen nature
for surely it is dying
and observation reveals the brevity of everything…
everything that is seen, atleast.
for we are flowers fading away
blades of grass that are mowed away
to be released back to the air
and return to sender says the Word
Speaking of the Word…
it stands forever.
From eternity past to eternity future,
from before time existed to after time ends.
Frailty.
Such frail vessels of honor and mercy are the flowers,
an urgency to live free, and live open… and wide.
A call to die, so that He may live.
Let the petals fall, so that resurrection power occurs.
For whoever hopes that through death,
life is brought forth…
such faith will bring the reward of “Zoe”…
the uncreated life of God the Father,
and via the blood of the Lamb.
everything else stops for transformation.
1 Peter 1:13-25
Blessed is the one who releases and weeps,
when 22 tears fall onto the driving seat.
Make way to reveal the hiding sadness,
so that tear ducts can purge the unhappiness.
Trailblaze the heart by double-edged swords
to cut, to heal, to reconcile and mold.
All day long the eyes remain salt
And an occasional discharge of impurity embarks.
So what if they see. So what if they shift in chairs.
They are front row audiences to breaking bones.
Such is the way.
Pain makes the path.
To finally lay hold of what he’s longed for.
For hopelessness gives opportunity,
to receive Divine things that are virtually unattainable
when the sun shines.
They don’t understand that it’s the blessing
that comes from such a transforming undertaking.
The plow is placed on all my appendages.
Do your worst, oh Lord.
For I need the blessing.
I miss out on so much of You – such a tragedy.
Oh how it is so welcome
to be worthy of a taste of Your sufferings.
“I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.” Philippians 3:10
“For just as you once presented your members as slaves to impurity and to greater and greater iniquity, so now present your members as slaves to righteousness for sanctification” Romans 6:19
Autumn rings.
AUTUMN BRINGS–
the beginning sounds of mingling.
Murmurs of ongoing transformation.
Cold, dry air meanders through dying trees–
that have given up saving their leaves.
Release your once-alive head dress…
your crowns of splendor-
release to the ground and prepare the funeral burial season.
For life is birthed from death.
Flimsy fire flames find their way
to light up this blank page.
Enlightens the canvas for thy pen -
you have always been my good, faithful friend.
Always listening and never speak-
for the parchment dances to my heart’s beat.
Thank you for hearing as thy hand grazes,
your smoothing paper on my right wrist gives such graces.
My pen is the tongue of a ready writer.
As I release ink — I feel a bit lighter.
Light up the night as shadow RUN.
To hide but light as billows sun.
Beside the places and cracks of me.
Derive the faces and hack the tree.
Be still and let the heat intense…
The fill and not the sea entranced.
And into spirit it does flow…
just like ink and oil… from head to toe.
“Be alive in My Son. You are dead to yourselves. For the price is paid and has been finished. Accept this as a personal fact. It is true , because I AM true. See Me. Seek Me. The Thirsty Ones can now drink from the waters of Life and be dissatisfied no longer. Whoever drinks from My waters will never thirst again… but you must drink to know. No one can drink for you. I hold out My hand and give all you need without measure. I calm your heart. I strengthen your spirit. I renew your mind. I bring life to your dry bones. Obey my Word inside… and I will give you a new heart, not a heart of stone. I reverse. I resurrect. I desire to give you a heart of flesh… the kind of heart that receives me well… and is open to Me. Receive My Light, dear Children. You need it. Receive my Love, dear Children… you do want it, for I want it for you…. and it is yours for the taking.
Revelation 22:17
“And the Spirit and the bride say, Come! And let him who hears say, Come! And let him who is thirsty come; let him who wills take the water of life freely.”
“Come to Me and buy… Come to Me and drink… Come, says the Spirit and the Bride. Move toward your destiny. I call… The IAM calls… and then You will come. And I call to You, Church. To step into Your inheritance and to end Your perishable purchases. What I give, I give. And I give what You need, and what you long for – even though You don’t know You want it. LIFE I give. Love I give. I AM Life… and Love. I give Your hearts heaviness so that you shall return to my lightness. Wake up, oh Sleeper. Arise into Resurrection life. Wake up to Your first Love. My love is real and there is no fear there. For the love you seek with your good works and good behavior shall be burned up, for they were not in My Name. They were done under My Name, but not IN it. Do you see the difference? I seek those who love me, in spirit and reality. I seek those who spend time with me- alone. Howe can we know each other if we never spend time with each other? How can you know my heart if you are not available to receive it? You should know that it doesn’t work if you are not open. But I AM faithful and merciful- slow to anger and quick to forgive. And My love is unfailing… so return to Me, My lovely one… my sweet rose… my fragile Lilly of the valley. Return to me… boldly and confidently… and let us fellowship in the warmth of security and destiny. Now is the time. I AM the One waiting… not you. Come, my Bride… and we shall RUN!”
Revelation 3:18
I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.
Revelation 22:17
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” And let him who hears say, “Come!” Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life.
Hebrews 4:16
Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
John 11: 25-26
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
John 4:23-24
“Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in spirit and in truth.”
Ephesians 5:8-14
For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light 9(for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. For it is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret. But everything exposed by the light becomes visible, 14for it is light that makes everything visible. This is why it is said:
“Wake up, O sleeper,
rise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you.”
blessed be the pacemaker inside my chest
when explosions implode violence.
for every eruption that flows within
is prime opportunity for peace to begin.
blessed be the pacemaker inside my chest.
that regulates Another’s heartbeat under my vest.
Who senses irregularities that should not pertain
to the fact that everything’s more than OK.
blessed be the pacemaker inside my chest.
that controls the flow of blood through the vessels.
vessels of honor and vessels of mercy,
to walk with intention and upright face.
blessed be the pacemaker inside my chest.
that controls every beat like a drummer boy.
a rhythm that is felt by the world
when they place their hand on my heart.
blessed be the surgeon who implanted the pacemaker.
the Healer than diagnosed the real issue of disease.
it’s not worry, it’s not anxious or cancerousity,
instead a lack of abiding in Thee.
patient has signed the surgeon’s request,
to open and refine the pacemaker in his chest.
so fine-tune this alien box that gives me life
and willingly do I pass the knife.
to precisely cut and heal non-normal pulses,
blessed is the peacemaker Who heals what He touches.
be thou my vision
for realms therefore unseen.
basking in the divine tree
is what this world needs.
when boats therefore roar
over churning oceans below,
comes a voice in the night
bringing forth peace, love… and a knife.
double-edged sword to cut and divide,
so that no cancerous spots can hide.
sanctified in Your love
and set apart for the above.
be thou my vision
for realms therefore unseen.
when my heart begins to pound
when considering what appears to be uncertainty.
renew my mind to see your record,
and your unfailing faithfulness unaltered.
a rope is tied around my waist,
and you draw me like a bucket from dark waters.
so thirsty for only what satisfies…
be thou my vision for Your divinity.
to drink deep of all i’ve been longing
with fresh baptisms of Life’s endless water stream.
i just wanted to tell the two or three people who read this thing, whoever you are, that I love the Lord Jesus. May He continue to reveal His reality, truth and way to the Father in each and every one of your lives. He can be trusted, He provides and works beyond circumstance. He is real and His desire is for You to know His Son – Jesus. May He manifest daily in your lives in a real and tangible way.
Christ is a person, not a doctrine or theological thought. Without Christ, we are dead. Christ is LIFE.
John 5:26
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