I see the farthest and the clearest when I'm on my face, at His feet... there the view is unimpeded. Bowed at His feet with my face to the ground I not only see for miles and miles, I see for decades and for generations. The lower I go, the Higher I am... the higher I am with I Am the farther I see.
The thicker the smoke, the Glory of the Lord, becomes.... the clearer I see. All else, EVERYTHING in life I have been concerned with recedes farther and farther away. Growing dimmer and more distant as I gaze upon His beauty, looking up from His feet to behold His Majesty, the magnifance of Who He Is everything becomes a dull, grey blur and I am conscious only of Him.... and where HE is.
Father, Adoni, Yeshua Ha Mashiach, I ask of You more Love, please more Love. I can only give to you what I have, and I have only what You have given me... I have nothing to give .... only that which You have given me... so please, give me more Love that I may Love You more. I want to Love You more my Lord.
At Your feet I am higher than I've ever been. At Your feet all worry, all distress, all that is NOT of Your Kingdom disappears and I can see the end... which is the BEGINNING! At Your feet, on my face, I take a quantum leap and go where You already are. You are HERE, but You are also THERE... WHERE I long to be... at Your feet I see what CAN BE, WHAT IS.... I AM THERE.
When I bow at Your feet I choose to see as YOU SEE... You my Lord do not see anyone or anything as it is. You SEE each of us and everything as we CAN BE... as it WILL BE. SHABING! I AM THERE WHEN I AM HERE AT YOUR FEET!
I leave all the past behind... even now is the past! and I leave it all behind to step into the NEW and the NEW is NOW, will ever BE... On my face at Your feet I move forward and I move with the speed of Light, for You ARE LIGHT!
SURROUNDED BY YOUR GLORY I LEAP FORWARD even as I bow... still, silent before You... I move up, forward, higher and faster than ever before.
Here is was... there is now... and I AM THERE!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Burning At Both Ends July 2002
Abba, I want to be a candle burning at both ends.
On one end I am aflame with the fire of Your love for me burning into the very depths of my soul, melting my heart.
On the other end I am aflame with a burning, red hot passion for You Lord. The flame of Your Love for me melts away any reluctance to worship You. I burn with a desire to be in Your presence, in Your face.
The fire that was shut up in my bones races through me engulfing my heart, setting ablaze the perfect love that began on the end You lit in my soul Lord.
My heart, my mind and my very soul melt..... drip down.... into puddles that You scoop up in Your warm, hands.... hands large enough to hold the entire universe. Hands that gently, tenderly mould me and a new creation begins to form.
A candle that looks like Jesus, that glows from within with a brillance that casts light in every dark room it is brought into. Abba, light me at both ends. Let me burn brightly, at both ends... for You.
On one end I am aflame with the fire of Your love for me burning into the very depths of my soul, melting my heart.
On the other end I am aflame with a burning, red hot passion for You Lord. The flame of Your Love for me melts away any reluctance to worship You. I burn with a desire to be in Your presence, in Your face.
The fire that was shut up in my bones races through me engulfing my heart, setting ablaze the perfect love that began on the end You lit in my soul Lord.
My heart, my mind and my very soul melt..... drip down.... into puddles that You scoop up in Your warm, hands.... hands large enough to hold the entire universe. Hands that gently, tenderly mould me and a new creation begins to form.
A candle that looks like Jesus, that glows from within with a brillance that casts light in every dark room it is brought into. Abba, light me at both ends. Let me burn brightly, at both ends... for You.
Melt Me Dec 2003
If I could melt into His arms, where no hurt can touch me, I would be moulded to Him, His shape, His form, His likeness.
Melt me like wax and pour me over Him that I might be a perfect form of His likeness.
But in order to melt the fire must be hot, the furnace blazing. The wax falls drop by drop... like tears falling on His face until it is completely covered.... yet His image shines through. Only His face is visable, the wax is transparent! Only His features are seen.
The fire dies down, the furnace cools, but the wax remains soft and pliable from the warmth of His gaze and the fire of His love..... mould me, make me to look like You Jesus.
Melt me like wax and pour me over Him that I might be a perfect form of His likeness.
But in order to melt the fire must be hot, the furnace blazing. The wax falls drop by drop... like tears falling on His face until it is completely covered.... yet His image shines through. Only His face is visable, the wax is transparent! Only His features are seen.
The fire dies down, the furnace cools, but the wax remains soft and pliable from the warmth of His gaze and the fire of His love..... mould me, make me to look like You Jesus.
If The Footprint Fits.... May 23, 2004
I place one foot in front of the other, stepping into the footprints left by Jesus. I see in my mind a beach and the trail of His footprints. As I step into them I am amazed at how much larger they are than my own feet. But I am even more amazed that as I plant my feet, one at a time, into the perfectly shaped indentions in the warm, wet sand they instantly fit my feet!
The Son is warm, shinning upon me and warming my soul. There is no shadow before me, or behind me. The crashing of the waves is as a calming song to my spirit. I cannot see where the trail of footprints is leading, but I am confident that as I follow them the end will be far better than the beginning.
My strength is renewed, my heart beats strong and steadfast. Peace fills every cell of my being. When night falls I collaspse into Arms of enormous proportions. The Arms are strong, tender, warm, protective. I sleep in unbroken peace. The crashing waves are my lullaby, my sleep is sweet.
The Son is warm, shinning upon me and warming my soul. There is no shadow before me, or behind me. The crashing of the waves is as a calming song to my spirit. I cannot see where the trail of footprints is leading, but I am confident that as I follow them the end will be far better than the beginning.
My strength is renewed, my heart beats strong and steadfast. Peace fills every cell of my being. When night falls I collaspse into Arms of enormous proportions. The Arms are strong, tender, warm, protective. I sleep in unbroken peace. The crashing waves are my lullaby, my sleep is sweet.
Freezing Fire May 27, 2004
His fire freezes me
In His fire I am frozen
I clasp His hand and ride on winds of silk
I touch each star, each one as a diamond at my finger tip
The moon is in my grasp
As His fire burns my night becomes day
The diamond planets melt and the moon turns to liquid in my hand
He shines
He glitters
He gleams
He burns brightly
All I know becomes pale and dark compared to His brightenss
His fire freezes me
In His fire I am frozen
I clasp His hand and ride on winds of silk
I touch each star, each one as a diamond at my finger tip
The moon is in my grasp
As His fire burns my night becomes day
The diamond planets melt and the moon turns to liquid in my hand
He shines
He glitters
He gleams
He burns brightly
All I know becomes pale and dark compared to His brightenss
His fire freezes me
Plastic Wrap, or Aluminium Foil?
My faith looks like plastic wrap.... clear, transparent, thin, easily torn and ripped.
Jesus, Your faith looks like steel... it can't be seen through, it only reflects that which is hoped for, it is thick, solid, it cannot be torn or ripped or even dented.
Jesus, I need Your steel faith. Like plastic wrap my faith withers and sometimes melts in the heat of waiting. Your steel faith only grows stronger with heat and becomes so red hot that enemy cannot touch it.
Father, I'm too weak, to scared, to tired to ask for steel faith. Could you please just give me alumiumn foil this time instead of plastic wrap? One day, I too shall have steel faith.... one day....
Jesus, Your faith looks like steel... it can't be seen through, it only reflects that which is hoped for, it is thick, solid, it cannot be torn or ripped or even dented.
Jesus, I need Your steel faith. Like plastic wrap my faith withers and sometimes melts in the heat of waiting. Your steel faith only grows stronger with heat and becomes so red hot that enemy cannot touch it.
Father, I'm too weak, to scared, to tired to ask for steel faith. Could you please just give me alumiumn foil this time instead of plastic wrap? One day, I too shall have steel faith.... one day....
Melted Again May 31, 2004
The Fire of Your Love, my King, has melted my heart. Could it be, is it possible that the blood that courses through my veins is now Your Blood?
Does the beat of my heart match Your's?
Bring my heart to the point of least resistance. Let me know the joy of full surrender to You, to Your will, to Your Love, to Your passions.
Pull back the veil and let me see You face to face. As our eyes lock my heart leaps within me. Your smiling lips move not, but I hear Your voice in my Spirit. Strong as thunder, yet soft as the cooing of a dove.
The secrets that You whisper, the intimacies that are ours... none will ever know what we share. My Lover, Lover of my soul... come and take me, ravish me with Your Love.
I wildly abandon myself to You, I am Your's , let me not withhold from You one cell of my body. Take me to a place in You that is higher than myself, higher than I've ever known.
Hold me, hold me, hold me, never let me go. Let breathe Your breath, as we become One.
Does the beat of my heart match Your's?
Bring my heart to the point of least resistance. Let me know the joy of full surrender to You, to Your will, to Your Love, to Your passions.
Pull back the veil and let me see You face to face. As our eyes lock my heart leaps within me. Your smiling lips move not, but I hear Your voice in my Spirit. Strong as thunder, yet soft as the cooing of a dove.
The secrets that You whisper, the intimacies that are ours... none will ever know what we share. My Lover, Lover of my soul... come and take me, ravish me with Your Love.
I wildly abandon myself to You, I am Your's , let me not withhold from You one cell of my body. Take me to a place in You that is higher than myself, higher than I've ever known.
Hold me, hold me, hold me, never let me go. Let breathe Your breath, as we become One.
Melted April 30, 2004
My mind melts.... my thoughts drip and run into puddles that become huge globs of hardened wax.
Wax that becomes a seal over vain imaginings, a seal that trys to keep in a tomb the pure, good thoughts that lie waiting to come to life.
Come o Son of fire and glory, come melt these hardened thoughts. Break the seal of death and give life to the thoughts that are pure, true, noble, reputable, gracious, authentic, the best, not the worst, the beautiful; Your thoughts from YOUR mind.
Wax that becomes a seal over vain imaginings, a seal that trys to keep in a tomb the pure, good thoughts that lie waiting to come to life.
Come o Son of fire and glory, come melt these hardened thoughts. Break the seal of death and give life to the thoughts that are pure, true, noble, reputable, gracious, authentic, the best, not the worst, the beautiful; Your thoughts from YOUR mind.
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