Sunday, August 14, 2011

I Speak

Urban Life Production 
I speak the things you taught me to say, you made it possible,
you made the way. I have so much power in what comes from
my tongue, there is no room for negativity to come.
No negative word should come from my mouth when it’s already done.

I speak life as you have done; every word has power, because
there is life and death in the tongue.
When I think it, and say it, it is done. I speak what you speak,
you say it is finished, then it’s finished, it’s done.
Look at the power of my tongue, what I don’t feel or see it will come.

I speak from the seeds you have given me.
The sixty six books that I carry with me. They are the power
that you have given me, I ask and it is given to me.
I say it and it comes to me, life not death is a part of me,
Blessings not curses are upon me.
Every word I speak is water to my seed, and the fruit that comes
is what was planted in me. So I speak, I speak, carefully.

Friday, August 12, 2011

A Quite Moment...

Trying to learn not to get attach to people or things,
trying to be the one person that never changes.
Holy Spirit, what do you have for me today?
Is it a rehearsal of yesterday?
My mind was at peace, my heart was with you. I want that again today.
I want to be with you. I want to sit in your presence and be in awe of you.
Teach me something new. Correct my paths so they will lead to you.
Holy Spirit, I’m in love with you, like a bride is in love with her groom.
Awaiting the time to be with you, just me and you, the two of us alone;
that’s the time we deeply explore, you know me and I want to know you more.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Love, loves me

Why is it that I didn’t get to choose love, but love chose me? Love paid a price for me, and it wasn’t free. Love made a sacrifice so I could be free. Whipped thirty-nine times until like raw meat, nailed to a tree and not once did love complain; love lay down and took all my pain. Crushed with thorns that would have driven any man out of his mind, but through the blood in his eyes he saw mine.

I didn’t choose love, it chose me. Complicated is love to me, never ask for love to stand in the gap for me. To give up paradise so I could have eternity. Never asked for love to do this for me, funny how love knew what needed to be. It’s a mystery to the angels and me, how Love can love beyond anything we can understand, and to give us a choice to love freely is something beyond me.
To leave instructions on how it was really meant to be. In the beginning it was Love and me. Walking and talking in the cool of the eve. Where creation was in harmony with Love and me, everything was as it should be. Love teaching me and having everything I need. Nothing missing, nothing lacking is what Love has for me. Love takes care of me if I choose to believe, and with Love I am forever free.
So the question is still left to be answer. Why is it that I didn’t get to choose Love, but love chose me? Because I didn’t create me to be pleasing to me, I was created from love to please Love. I am the in the image of Love and not in the image of me. It’s a complex question with a simple answer.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The Silence is Broken

2010 has come and gone. It's been awhile, actually it's been a year; but I'm breaking my silence. Sometimes it is better to say nothing when you don't know what to say.
I went through a lot of changes last year. I move from the southwest to the midwest. I really didn't want to go, but I had to be obedient and let all my things go. Talk about a culture shock.I forgot how cold it can get in Ohio. I forgot about how twenty degree tempertures can chill your bones. I forgot about the how you have to wear layers to keep warm. Snow boots, hats and coats, forgot about all the snow. I remember real quick when the first snow hit. Started crying, telling God I can't do this. Started complaining one night when I was walking through the snow. He gave me a poem letting me know, there is beauty in everything, even in the snow. Clean and refreshing is the snow. It clears your head and there's no thunder like it is when it rains. No pounding or beating on the window panes. It just lightly falls, God calls it White Rain.

White rain cold and frozen but when it comes
down there is no stain.
Silent in motion it comes down like rain.
Queitly frozen no shapes are the same.
There is a beauty in the falling of
white rain.

As strange as it seems I found a peace watching and walking through the snow. A time to be quiet and listen to the voice I want to know. A season that has me standing still. Learning how and when to do his will. Seeing a change in me each day, whether I'm walking through the rain or snow. It's refreshing to know that your in his will when you learn how to listen an be still.