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a timely call

madetobemoved — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 04:08:11 +0000

Why haven’t I heard from you lately?
I wouldn’t know where to start.
It is true that this is a two-way street.
Then You know my heart feels like we are miles apart.
I know that you miss Me.
I know that You know that I miss You.
And you know how much I love You?
If I do, then it seems I easily forget.
I’m ready for you.
…..
I’ll always wait for you.
Then that would mean that You’re never ‘away’?
Correct.

deut 6:5

madetobemoved — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 02:39:31 +0000

whenever I feel empty
and when I feel lonely
and when I am afraid
You’re calling.

and when it’s hard to rise
and when I can’t run
and when I am weak,
You’re calling.

when I see darkness
and the night has no moon
and I lay in my bed awake
You’re calling.

…calling my name
to enter into Your rest
to not turn away
but to be thrust into Your chest.

for Your voice, oh Lord,
is the loudest, it seems.
amongst the backdrop of silences
that are mingled in visions and dreams.

during my day, You know I think of You.
wanting to be near
wanting You to shine through.

oh how my heart longs to turn to You,
undivided and pure,
with my whole strength, heart and soul
I shall see you Lord.

night to knot

madetobemoved — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 16:28:26 +0000

amidst the scent of forthcoming leaves
that fall and fall into dustenings
comes a sound of the end
and brutal wind
ah such gems and among muy bonita diamond.
drawing out of the dark earth’s well
You’ve tied your rope around my bucket waist,
into a knot that cannot be undone
and i’m drawn…
drawn into the light
and rescued from the night
from night to knot…. night to knot.
transferred from kingdom darkness
into the kingdom of the Son of His love.
pull so strong and smooth and move
higher and ascended into and past mountains above
the inner well bricks pass below
and i hear the left behind cavern’s echo
as breathes of safety and secure inhale
as the Spirit’s water…
now has filled this once-empty pail.

eph 1:6 – accepted in the Beloved

madetobemoved — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 02:11:51 +0000

i woke up this morning–
and You were still close by.
You knelt down beside me,
and looked in my eyes.
(The valley inside –
is a couch so green.
Where You and i sleep,
where You and i dream.)
i am a rose.
i am a lily.
that is grown for Your enjoyment.
that is grown for Your feeding.
oh stay where You are,
leave Your hand under my head.
for my Beloved is visible,
laying on my side… in our bed.
Your touch is so majestic.
Your breath is my comfort.
it let’s me know that You are alive.
and You identify with all the hurt.
how lowly You have made Your self,
to kneel down here for me.
for You are the most gorgeous person,
that these dove’s eyes have ever seen.

freetime

madetobemoved — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 17:51:46 +0000

Lord, hear the cry from my inward parts
for holiness, righteousness, riches of the Truth
this longing for freedom from this corrupt world
set me free to sail on horizon blue.
You are the riches,
You are divine,
You are my longing,
You are the vine.
That’s connected to Abba
and He’s all we need
to express His nature,
and sanctified for Thee.
Nothing
shall ever do,
than You my Lord,
You are my Truth.
For reach into my spirit,
and cause Your seed to grow…
into a beautiful thing,
that has been tried and proved.
You cause the increase
You cause the growth
You cause the enlargement
You are my home
You are everlasting
You are the source
You are my lover
You are my best choice.

jer 24:7

madetobemoved — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 19:53:06 +0000

there is safety in this window shell
with red brick scattered story do tell
amidst the approaching heavy clouds
beyond the silver lining and past the stars
is a story unfolding before our eyes
the divine romance where all can dance
and timid hearts with peering eyes
who long for gray mornings to be sunny skies
and by a hope that is deposited in
all who have called on the Name of Names
by faith that was not conjured from within
but given to us by being breathed in…
breathed into our core where dead branches once reigned
but now is a garden that is intimacy’s home
the Holy Spirit, Pneuma do flow
into our now quickened spirits… and flooding to our souls
who longs for Truth? who is fed up of lies?
break from the confusion and destiny do find
the longing for what you can’t put words to
is the longing planted uncorrupted seed has formed
listen oh listen to the cry from inside
of divine nature partaking that shall not hide
the pressure is off, the Surgeon is in
for a new heart to know Him and no worry of failing in sin
Jehovah, our God, gives us the delight
to know Him forever and to abide in His light.

sommer humor

madetobemoved — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 03:03:12 +0000

oh dear bird, my faithful friend you do teach.
summer stretches forward and farther. heat.
yet, you do not faint. you do not fret.
you just bounce.
from table to table… from top to bottom.
to asphalt to bench.
one question though.
were you born in a nest?
it would appear not a tree… but a barn!
for your beak makes me smile –
it is always open! how rude… bad manners, little one.
or perhaps, I should learn from you, and your friends…
to always expect bread… to anticipate summer showers.
you are silly. yet you are wise.
how unaware that worry steals our time.
your method is not madness.
your ways to feed are true, professor.

ecclesiastes

madetobemoved — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 19:41:38 +0000

inside every man is the thought of eternity,
and no other creature does thus posses.
from the deepest parts are placed call-out destiny,
sounds of groanings from this soil’s broken mess.

trans for motion

madetobemoved — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 19:39:48 +0000

whatever it takes
makes sense of it all
the eternal longing inside
is all i think about
so much more to have
and an infinite tangible love
that demands to be experienced inwardly
and spontaneously manifested outwardly
bombs go off and pressure builds
to release the Spirit’s flood gates to wash the soul within.
The bread of Presence,
The face of the Lord.
To infiltrate the darkness.
To cut with the Word sword.

full steam

madetobemoved — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 19:36:12 +0000

you’re on a one way
no turning back
ahead, oh steam engine…
full sails, oh ship.
no rear view mirrors on this trip,
no time for reverse.
for destination of His glory.
and battles of retaining the Victory ahead.
My grace will sustain you–
even when your heart skips a beat –
I won’t let you miss it –
I won’t let you sink.
Poor, yes I have made you.
But rich in the better, divine things.