Love sinking down
into the hardest of hearts
wrapping itself around
its parts
And squeezing together
with a rope called Spirit
The broken pieces
The parts left undone
All that is there
Melts into one
Becomes like flesh
Alive and beating
Don't think of needing
Any more of this love
poured into our hearts.
A love so great
He sent His Son
A love so great
that could never be undone
The height, the depth, the width
extravagant
Beyond the wildest dreams
fragrant.
No where to turn to?
No where to run?
Into the arms of
Abba Father, Daddy, run
It can't be undone
Crawl in His lap
And sit in the sun,
the warmth of His embrace
Oh, Daddy, just to see Your face.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
January 5, 2008
People and faces
grace the places
where we've never been
where we ought to be
and the traces of places
we'd like to visit again.
There's the old man
with sand in his hair
that feels free
when he dances in the ocean.
The old woman that is ageless,
whose beauty has not faded
with the ages.
The young girl who stands en pointe
and dreams of dancing her way
across the stage
in "Nutcracker"
All is a dream.
The young man who searches
a glare in his eyes,
and sees beyond where
he's at, his feet made
to match a dime,
and shrunk down,
to explore the world above.
He stretches his hands
to reach for the stars
grabs hold
and pulls it to his heart.
All is a dream.
As we look a little further
we see a little girl on a tire swing,
a man at the end of a cannon,
a lighted candle
a desperate look
the tears they held onto
and the laughs they let go.
The game of basketball
when the rubber meets the pavement
and we hear a beat,
the feet, the feet,
back and forth,
running, step back,
the hoop in sight
but, snap, what was that?
The face full of joy
with the face covered so,
the noise of laughter
might not overflow.
But we long and we seek
to go beyond these places,
these faces, these embraces,
and see Another, no
No other besides Him,
for there is none like Him
in all the heavens and
all the earth.
People and faces
grace the places
where we've never been
where we ought to be
and the traces of places
we'd like to visit again.
There's the old man
with sand in his hair
that feels free
when he dances in the ocean.
The old woman that is ageless,
whose beauty has not faded
with the ages.
The young girl who stands en pointe
and dreams of dancing her way
across the stage
in "Nutcracker"
All is a dream.
The young man who searches
a glare in his eyes,
and sees beyond where
he's at, his feet made
to match a dime,
and shrunk down,
to explore the world above.
He stretches his hands
to reach for the stars
grabs hold
and pulls it to his heart.
All is a dream.
As we look a little further
we see a little girl on a tire swing,
a man at the end of a cannon,
a lighted candle
a desperate look
the tears they held onto
and the laughs they let go.
The game of basketball
when the rubber meets the pavement
and we hear a beat,
the feet, the feet,
back and forth,
running, step back,
the hoop in sight
but, snap, what was that?
The face full of joy
with the face covered so,
the noise of laughter
might not overflow.
But we long and we seek
to go beyond these places,
these faces, these embraces,
and see Another, no
No other besides Him,
for there is none like Him
in all the heavens and
all the earth.
The fight that I'm fighting just isn't right
It's like all the members
mumbled up, fumbled up,
and saw the sight
of the peculiarities of the
things they wanted
but could never have.
The things they asked for, but didn't want.
The things they went after, but a sign
popped up in the air, with grace
and said, "Stop there.
Hold it.
Not another step."
The warning: members take a step back
like the knight or the rook at an angle,
They couldn't win this war
nor were they able
to conquer the peace that reigns on high
Jesus inside
the mind of Christ.
It's like all the members
mumbled up, fumbled up,
and saw the sight
of the peculiarities of the
things they wanted
but could never have.
The things they asked for, but didn't want.
The things they went after, but a sign
popped up in the air, with grace
and said, "Stop there.
Hold it.
Not another step."
The warning: members take a step back
like the knight or the rook at an angle,
They couldn't win this war
nor were they able
to conquer the peace that reigns on high
Jesus inside
the mind of Christ.
If I don't have the Lord
it's like I'm dying inside
like I'm crying inside
like I can never find my way
to the outside.
I need His life
I need His light
to guide all my ways.
I need a right
to say, "Lord, I am free."
to say, "Lord, You made it for me."
to say, "Lord, here I am.
I am the clay.
Mold me, make me, how you please
just don't let me die inside
I'm begging you, please, remind me
of my salvation.
it's like I'm dying inside
like I'm crying inside
like I can never find my way
to the outside.
I need His life
I need His light
to guide all my ways.
I need a right
to say, "Lord, I am free."
to say, "Lord, You made it for me."
to say, "Lord, here I am.
I am the clay.
Mold me, make me, how you please
just don't let me die inside
I'm begging you, please, remind me
of my salvation.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
"Among the Redeemed"
December 16, 2008
I am not content living a half-lived life
I must move forward; I must press on
There is no fear that trumps love
and there is no love like His.
So, I will worship in Spirit and truth
I will stand among the redeemed
and my eyes will turn toward You, God.
I will behold You and I will become like You
for all to see Your glory
for all to praise Your name
I am clothed in righteousness
I am shod with peace
My heart is for You,
yes, I am among the redeemed.
I am not content living a half-lived life
I must move forward; I must press on
There is no fear that trumps love
and there is no love like His.
So, I will worship in Spirit and truth
I will stand among the redeemed
and my eyes will turn toward You, God.
I will behold You and I will become like You
for all to see Your glory
for all to praise Your name
I am clothed in righteousness
I am shod with peace
My heart is for You,
yes, I am among the redeemed.
"Your Song"
November 1, 2008
I want to paint visions in song
to sing colors and love
To stroke paints on the hearts of men
that they might look to Him.
I want to sing like the wind
leaves blowing like the melody
of one, two, three,
red, yellow, green
I want to fall up
to land in Heaven’s arms
to see things I cannot speak
but still know I am here
though I do not belong.
In the world, but not of it,
I’ll sing Your song.
I want to paint visions in song
to sing colors and love
To stroke paints on the hearts of men
that they might look to Him.
I want to sing like the wind
leaves blowing like the melody
of one, two, three,
red, yellow, green
I want to fall up
to land in Heaven’s arms
to see things I cannot speak
but still know I am here
though I do not belong.
In the world, but not of it,
I’ll sing Your song.
"Drip"
October 31, 2008
I want to love
I want to drip down on humanity,
discard propriety to hold the brokenhearted.
I want to gather them in my arms,
the children, just to tell them I love them
Like a mother hen gathering her chicks,
I want to beat,
pumping blood of passion
through my heart
“Life,” I hear, “I want to LIVE.”
And to see my life served as a ransom for many
I’m not the Savior,
but I’ll point to Him
when I drip down,
When I drip
drip
drip down
love’s blood
to humanity.
It’s vital.
I want to love
I want to drip down on humanity,
discard propriety to hold the brokenhearted.
I want to gather them in my arms,
the children, just to tell them I love them
Like a mother hen gathering her chicks,
I want to beat,
pumping blood of passion
through my heart
“Life,” I hear, “I want to LIVE.”
And to see my life served as a ransom for many
I’m not the Savior,
but I’ll point to Him
when I drip down,
When I drip
drip
drip down
love’s blood
to humanity.
It’s vital.
"In the Garden"
I stepped in Your shoes
as I began to pray
I saw myself in the
Garden of Gethsemane
My knees grew weak
and I bowed my head
My prayers were fervent
“Would You deliver me instead?”
Yet I knew that I must die
so that I could live.
Father, come, I want
more of You
Father, come, Your
will be done
This battle’s not just for me,
it’s so they can say,
“We won!”
Against all odds
the pressure becoming thick
I speak to my Father
and He replies,
“My heart is for them
My grace is in your eyes
I look at the lost
and My heart breaks inside
Just for the one
I’ll leave the ninety-nine.”
So, I listen and I hear
as He speaks to me
“My grace is sufficient.”
You’re all I need.
And I know, though it hurts,
I pray, I plead,
Father, come, I want to know You more
Father, come, Your will be done
This battle’s not just for me
It’s so they can say, “We won!”
With tears in my eyes
the color of blood’s stain
I am pricked, I am torn
I am broken without a name
The only thing is mocking
The only thing is hurting
But the love is
so strong,
with the Father’s
heart it’s beating.
I do not wrestle
against flesh and
blood,
but principalities,
with powers,
with those things
of the mud that
try to pull me
down where I once
was, but no, I’ll stand
and I’ll plead the
blood, even that
teared out
in the Garden
of Gethsemane,
And as I step
out of these
shoes, I realize,
“I’ve won.”
as I began to pray
I saw myself in the
Garden of Gethsemane
My knees grew weak
and I bowed my head
My prayers were fervent
“Would You deliver me instead?”
Yet I knew that I must die
so that I could live.
Father, come, I want
more of You
Father, come, Your
will be done
This battle’s not just for me,
it’s so they can say,
“We won!”
Against all odds
the pressure becoming thick
I speak to my Father
and He replies,
“My heart is for them
My grace is in your eyes
I look at the lost
and My heart breaks inside
Just for the one
I’ll leave the ninety-nine.”
So, I listen and I hear
as He speaks to me
“My grace is sufficient.”
You’re all I need.
And I know, though it hurts,
I pray, I plead,
Father, come, I want to know You more
Father, come, Your will be done
This battle’s not just for me
It’s so they can say, “We won!”
With tears in my eyes
the color of blood’s stain
I am pricked, I am torn
I am broken without a name
The only thing is mocking
The only thing is hurting
But the love is
so strong,
with the Father’s
heart it’s beating.
I do not wrestle
against flesh and
blood,
but principalities,
with powers,
with those things
of the mud that
try to pull me
down where I once
was, but no, I’ll stand
and I’ll plead the
blood, even that
teared out
in the Garden
of Gethsemane,
And as I step
out of these
shoes, I realize,
“I’ve won.”
"Compassion"
Compassion from my Daddy
burns inside of me
The heartache seems strong,
but stronger is His love for me.
I cried to my Daddy
and He just held me close.
I sang my heart out to my Daddy
and He heard every note.
Daddy, will you hold me?
Daddy, let me cry?
You’re healing every moment
I felt lost with time
Sweep over me, Daddy,
with Your healing wings
Hold me close and I will fall asleep
with You rocking me.
Hold me, Daddy,
Hold me close.
Your heart plays your compassion
and I hear every note
sing softly to me.
burns inside of me
The heartache seems strong,
but stronger is His love for me.
I cried to my Daddy
and He just held me close.
I sang my heart out to my Daddy
and He heard every note.
Daddy, will you hold me?
Daddy, let me cry?
You’re healing every moment
I felt lost with time
Sweep over me, Daddy,
with Your healing wings
Hold me close and I will fall asleep
with You rocking me.
Hold me, Daddy,
Hold me close.
Your heart plays your compassion
and I hear every note
sing softly to me.
"The Emperor of My Heart"
November 26, 2008
I saw an Emperor seated on a throne
He touched his staff to the stone
It began to break; it began to crack,
earthquake,
but I didn’t want the stone back.
It revealed red,
alive, beating
flesh held in the hand of
hearts meeting, melting
into one.
The Emperor held my heart
and I knew it—done.
“It is finished”
He said to me,
“You are a (wo)man walking free
no more stone to hold you back
only flesh that shall not lack
tender and heartfelt care
look into my eyes and we’ll meet love there."
I saw an Emperor seated on a throne
He touched his staff to the stone
It began to break; it began to crack,
earthquake,
but I didn’t want the stone back.
It revealed red,
alive, beating
flesh held in the hand of
hearts meeting, melting
into one.
The Emperor held my heart
and I knew it—done.
“It is finished”
He said to me,
“You are a (wo)man walking free
no more stone to hold you back
only flesh that shall not lack
tender and heartfelt care
look into my eyes and we’ll meet love there."
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