Ezekiel 22:30
"I looked for a man among them who would build up the wall and stand before me in the gap on behalf of the land so I would not have to destroy it, but I found none."
The figure of clay stands next to the edge,
looking over at the abyss and seeing the other side of the gap...
Looking up, the Spirit moved within soul and sinew;
stirring up the faith within and speaking from deep to deep...
Hands uplifted
rising skyward to reach the hem of glory...
inward locks unfastened,
releasing scrolls and spreading balm as a drawing salve...
Prayer escaping from the depths
arises to the throne of heaven...
following the Spirit's leading to
bring the needs to the awaiting altar...
Spirit walkway grows and bridges
the chasm once supporting naught but air and warfare...
strength and beauty growing with
the blessing of obedience to the call...
Angels brought to conquer sin and darkness...
building steps to bring an end to gaping loss as
strength is brought alongside struggling clay;
raising high the banner of surpassing glory...
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Delight and Wonder
You delight in Me,
child of mine,
what love awaits your seeking heart
amidst the tempests!
I inhabit your songs
of praise to My name...
working in your heart
as the invitation arises for me to mold you
into the image of Jesus...
From time beginning,
your face I have seen in my heart...
your name written on my palm quickened my Spirit
as I planned a future and a hope for you...
The desires of your heart await you,
as you continue to trust in My love...
In the appointed season, my plans
will come to fruition
in the soil of your spirit..
for My word will accomplish My plans
for your life.
child of mine,
what love awaits your seeking heart
amidst the tempests!
I inhabit your songs
of praise to My name...
working in your heart
as the invitation arises for me to mold you
into the image of Jesus...
From time beginning,
your face I have seen in my heart...
your name written on my palm quickened my Spirit
as I planned a future and a hope for you...
The desires of your heart await you,
as you continue to trust in My love...
In the appointed season, my plans
will come to fruition
in the soil of your spirit..
for My word will accomplish My plans
for your life.
September 29, 1996
Out and about
Your world, I see
glimpses of You
waiting for me...
Wind whispers
and bright leaves
watch Autumn birds
call each other towards warmer skies...
Harvest time of earth and soul,
awaiting the heart of the seeker...
Out and about
the world's busy pace...
the moment arrives to
take a pause for joyous thanksgiving,
All creatures created to drink in your presence.
Your world, I see
glimpses of You
waiting for me...
Wind whispers
and bright leaves
watch Autumn birds
call each other towards warmer skies...
Harvest time of earth and soul,
awaiting the heart of the seeker...
Out and about
the world's busy pace...
the moment arrives to
take a pause for joyous thanksgiving,
All creatures created to drink in your presence.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
The Coming Season
Ecclesiastes 3:1
For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.
There will be a time
for fruition of the dream,
nurtured through the
seeds of endurance and hope.
The dream adapts to the roads followed...
tailored to the needs of the soul
...as seen through the eyes of God.
Glory being drawn out of divine refining;
obstacles leading onward
to the ripening of glory and grace...
Fruition,
mission engraved upon the tender portion
as deep calls unto deep.
The seeds being sown
through the remnants of many days...
There will be a time
for the fulfillment of the vision...
Note: This was written in October of 1996. I dug this one out of an old journal and just tweaked a word or two...I pray it is a blessing and a word of encouragement...
For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.
There will be a time
for fruition of the dream,
nurtured through the
seeds of endurance and hope.
The dream adapts to the roads followed...
tailored to the needs of the soul
...as seen through the eyes of God.
Glory being drawn out of divine refining;
obstacles leading onward
to the ripening of glory and grace...
Fruition,
mission engraved upon the tender portion
as deep calls unto deep.
The seeds being sown
through the remnants of many days...
There will be a time
for the fulfillment of the vision...
Note: This was written in October of 1996. I dug this one out of an old journal and just tweaked a word or two...I pray it is a blessing and a word of encouragement...
Monday, July 23, 2007
Running to the Tower
Proverbs 18:10
The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous run to it and are safe
Off in the distance,
I see the tower rising above the horizon.
I'm out of breath from running in circles...
worn in body and spirit...
The perimeter shines;
drawing me to the light with the warmth of tender mercies.
The windows have faces and movement behind them;
a gathering beckons my soul to join in...
Coming upon the door of the tower,
I knock and the hinges move effortlessly open...
inviting me in to the feast of the banquet;
and joining the singing of angels before us...
His presence is there,
and fellowship sweeter than taste could impart to my senses...
The joy of the Lord in full bloom; and communion with family
as a peace-giving dream...
The eyes of my spirit gaze upon Glory,
and my flesh has been changed in an instant to immutable sinew...
...the promise fulfilled from His promise and grace...
The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous run to it and are safe
Off in the distance,
I see the tower rising above the horizon.
I'm out of breath from running in circles...
worn in body and spirit...
The perimeter shines;
drawing me to the light with the warmth of tender mercies.
The windows have faces and movement behind them;
a gathering beckons my soul to join in...
Coming upon the door of the tower,
I knock and the hinges move effortlessly open...
inviting me in to the feast of the banquet;
and joining the singing of angels before us...
His presence is there,
and fellowship sweeter than taste could impart to my senses...
The joy of the Lord in full bloom; and communion with family
as a peace-giving dream...
The eyes of my spirit gaze upon Glory,
and my flesh has been changed in an instant to immutable sinew...
...the promise fulfilled from His promise and grace...
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Mercy Falling
"The Lord takes pleasure in those who fear Him,
In those who hope in His mercy" Psalm 147:11
It is a glorious thought to rest upon;that the Lord takes pleasure in me when I hope in His mercy. I take a palpable comfort in knowing that He encourages me to seek Him; and that that seeking will be rewarded with a visible answer or the comfort of knowing that He is still with me. A shawl of gentle breezes rests on my shoulders as the sweet fragrance of His presence comes to my aid. In the face of adversity, that knowing is a discernable sign of mercy falling.
He is the tower that I run to when I feel suddenly adrift. I figure if He made my mind and knows how the lump works, I can rest assured that He can fix or ameliorate the quirks in the works. He has His reasons for it all, and I can rest assured that He is in control. I think the process of seeking Him gives him a legal invitation to enter those places in me that have resisted the force of light.
His company resolves the gray mist of the shadows in the human soul and breaks the chains of loneliness each soul must deal with. I pray that mercy falls in your life today as you seek His presence. He is indeed a strong tower that the human spirit can run to and find safety.
Human language is inadequate in expressing the experience of the spirit, but I pray I have conveyed a small part of the point I have been trying to make. That point? Mercy is a glorious expression of the Father's love towards us. Telling the story of His love and sacrifice has the power to transform lives and draw us to Him. There is no better way to spend our days here on earth than to follow and serve Him.
Have a cup o'joy,
...and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
In those who hope in His mercy" Psalm 147:11
It is a glorious thought to rest upon;that the Lord takes pleasure in me when I hope in His mercy. I take a palpable comfort in knowing that He encourages me to seek Him; and that that seeking will be rewarded with a visible answer or the comfort of knowing that He is still with me. A shawl of gentle breezes rests on my shoulders as the sweet fragrance of His presence comes to my aid. In the face of adversity, that knowing is a discernable sign of mercy falling.
He is the tower that I run to when I feel suddenly adrift. I figure if He made my mind and knows how the lump works, I can rest assured that He can fix or ameliorate the quirks in the works. He has His reasons for it all, and I can rest assured that He is in control. I think the process of seeking Him gives him a legal invitation to enter those places in me that have resisted the force of light.
His company resolves the gray mist of the shadows in the human soul and breaks the chains of loneliness each soul must deal with. I pray that mercy falls in your life today as you seek His presence. He is indeed a strong tower that the human spirit can run to and find safety.
Human language is inadequate in expressing the experience of the spirit, but I pray I have conveyed a small part of the point I have been trying to make. That point? Mercy is a glorious expression of the Father's love towards us. Telling the story of His love and sacrifice has the power to transform lives and draw us to Him. There is no better way to spend our days here on earth than to follow and serve Him.
Have a cup o'joy,
...and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Musings on 2 Corinthians 12:9
"And He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness." Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me". NKJV
This verse has to be one of the most quoted verses in all of scripture. It appears to my eyes that most of us walking around in our earthsuits have to continually refer to verses like these to make it from point a to point b. In human terms, weakness is not the desired state of being. Who do you know that wakes up in the morning and says to themselves, "I want to be weak today"? It isn't my first thought of the day, and I venture to guess that it isn't yours, either.
God is past amazing to the finite human mind. We don't see a fraction of what He sees(I am thinking that is a good thing), and our limited vision tends to lead us to focus on the mountain instead of the travel guide. Yet our God tells us that His grace is sufficient. He goes on to say that His strength is made perfect in that weakness that we often fail to appreciate. Those moments are brief when I enjoy being weak; so much so that I hardly recognize those moments when they come...
Having the power of Christ resting on me is worth wading through all of the perceived junk I have to wade through in order to get to the relief zone. He is so faithful to get us from point a to point b...and beyond. I am thankful today that He is willing to put up with us long enough to accomplish these ends. Yes, I am glad that He is the one with the supply of patience.
Have a cup o'joy,
Lynne
This verse has to be one of the most quoted verses in all of scripture. It appears to my eyes that most of us walking around in our earthsuits have to continually refer to verses like these to make it from point a to point b. In human terms, weakness is not the desired state of being. Who do you know that wakes up in the morning and says to themselves, "I want to be weak today"? It isn't my first thought of the day, and I venture to guess that it isn't yours, either.
God is past amazing to the finite human mind. We don't see a fraction of what He sees(I am thinking that is a good thing), and our limited vision tends to lead us to focus on the mountain instead of the travel guide. Yet our God tells us that His grace is sufficient. He goes on to say that His strength is made perfect in that weakness that we often fail to appreciate. Those moments are brief when I enjoy being weak; so much so that I hardly recognize those moments when they come...
Having the power of Christ resting on me is worth wading through all of the perceived junk I have to wade through in order to get to the relief zone. He is so faithful to get us from point a to point b...and beyond. I am thankful today that He is willing to put up with us long enough to accomplish these ends. Yes, I am glad that He is the one with the supply of patience.
Have a cup o'joy,
Lynne
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