Peter, the Rock (Part II)

Spring/Summer 2008

Listen to the Lamb of God
Listen to His holy Word
His will is in the pages
that you turn and turn and turn
Seeking to find Him
Seeking to know Him
and all He is
a holy intimacy
created by this.
His love sustaining
His love remaining
You’re in this place—
this place of grace
draw near to His throne
See Him come
wrap His arms around
you like a flood
sweeping over
every heartache
drawing nearer and the
crowd sings
“Holy! Holy! Holy!”
They can’t stop crying
‘round His throne
His very heartbeat
they (you) have won.
Here it is—
Here it is now—
open Heaven
heavy clouds
Reign down!
Reign down!
Reign down!
media
music station
newspaper
tv network
election time
holy people taking a stand
in His will
for His throne
endures forever.
They are one
His people calling
crying out
for revival
and pouring out.

One half-second

August 26, 2008

Yellow
sheets of gold
overflow beneath my weary feet
And as I bow down to gain strength
I realize that I am truly weak
and He,
He is surely strong.
My arms fall to my side
like dead weights
and my neck feels the work of today.
My arms will not lift
and my head looks down--streets of gold.
Then One comes,
bright, shining as the sun--
Love comes.
I feel it in wavelengths--
this love--
like a surge of power,
a mighty wave
then the voice like many waters
comes and shakes me to my core...
"Son," He says,
"I am the Lifter of your head."
"Son," He says,
"I am your Comfort and your Friend."
"Son..." He says
and I nearly feel dead
in exhaustion
But now, there are not words;
His hand nears my head.
With a cupped hand,
yes, a cupped hand,
He rests His love upon my downcast chin
and gently, He says,
"Son, I am the Lifter of your head."
Gently, as His fingers touch my face,
I am reminded, surely of His grace.
And Thomas asked to see
the reminder of his sins,
all taken, all taken
upon Him.
And these same hands say,
"My grace is sufficient."
My satisfaction, yet sometimes I don't see
His greatest desire is just to be with me.
No requirement, No sacrifice,
No, He desires that I look into His eyes,
gaze upon His beauty
and let Him lift me up
For the weary, heavy laden
are to come to Him.
"My desire is for you," as I look into His eyes,
"My desire is for you! I won't compromise!" I cry.
Just to gaze upon His beauty
Just to look into His eyes
and the one thing I find
is that He quiets me in surprise.
"Be still and know that I am God,"
are the words that I hear.
But when did I last take notice
of the sun seeming still?
Not creation, but Creator
worked this with His hands,
why, He turned dust into man.
So, I trust to be blessed
because blessed is he who trusts
I trust to know
because His promises tell me so--
I will find when I seek.
And "Blessed are the poor in spirit"--
I know that's surely me
"for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven"--
this promise is here for me.
And delight myself in Him,
I will, for He promises, too
to grant desires of my heart.
But no, It's not really the promises that
keep me wrapped up in You, Lord.
It's the love of Father, Daddy
when I can come to You--
no pretenses, only kisses
no striving, only hiding
under the shadow of Your wings
and resting, simply resting in Your arms.
Letting strength come from Your love.
Oh, Abba Father, just let me be loved!
Here in Your arms, I feel strength come
Realizing, though I may be weak,
You are surely strong.
So let me stay here, Lord,
stay in Your arms,
wrapped in Your love
And the heat on my heart
comes like a flood
to take me over
take me under
and show me,
just so I wonder,
that this is only a fraction
one half-second of how much You love.