Oh how I love the hand of God,
The hand of God that destroys the enemies plan,
The hand, that in a moment can reverse the news, the report, the curse, the obvious, the intent to harm.
This is the hand of God that shut the lions mouth for Daniel,
That protected 3 men when they were thrown into the fire because they refused to bow down to the king,
That led Joshua and Caleb to Rahab's house and changed her destiny.
That led Ruth to the land of Israel, gave her a godly husband allowing her to be part of the genelogy of the
Messiah,
That moved the king to allow the captive Jews to wipe out their enemies, reversing the verdict that was
going to destroy the Jews,
That warned Joseph in a dream to flee to Egypt, protecting the Messiah's life....
This hand of God that has stirred the generations in countless ways...
Continues to protect and provide.
This is the hand of God
That responds to my tears which have flooded His heart.
And as He turns His head...He comes...
He comes with a jealous love, with avenging intent...to His beloved one who has called out to Him,
His hand... that is always there... although sometimes it is hidden in the darkness of the circumstance.
This is the hand that reaches down into the darkness..and rescues,
Drawing me to Himself from the depths of the despair...
This is the hand that breaks through with the brilliance of TRUTH ,
That comes...and sends the enemy running...in fear as He releases His mighty roar...
Declaring,"This is My beloved one. This is the one who has been set apart for My glory."
And He holds me tight
Leading me into that beautiful, broad place,
That place of freedom from fear, anxiety, despair, discouragement.
That beautiful, broad place,
Where His hand touches me,
And my mind is renewed,
Releasing hope and the promise of spring.
That beautiful, broad place
Where I experience His delight and pleasure,
And receive His wholeness and fullness.
The hand of God,
That moves as my cry comes to His ear.
The hand of God that moves because the purposes of God for His beloved ones cannot be thwarted!!!
Psalms18
Monday, March 17, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
The Valley Streams
The valley streams
Where the orchards of the King grow and mature,
Receive the streams from the mountain.
The valley streams
Receive the fresh outpouring of the melting snow.
The valley,
Hemmed in by the mountains,
But a perfect environment to grow and mature...
What are my valley streams?
Are they the source of grace, nourishment, and provision provided for me from the Father's heart?
Even-though the mountains are surrounding me and appear to be an obstacle..
They are creating an atmosphere for growth and maturity.
Although my mountains of sickness, difficulties at work, dwindling bank account, nightmares,
strained relationships, seem to surround me..
As I look to my source of Help and receive the valley streams from His heart...
He grows and matures me,
As He supplies me with His nourishment and the sustaining grace of His streams.
Even here, in the valley,
He allows me to blosom,
As those seeds of promise and hope create springtime.
Even here...
Sometimes my Beloved calls me into the valley
To come along-side of another, and bring growth to another.
But whenever I find myself here...in this valley,
I find my Beloved right next to me.
Yes, the springtime comes and blosoms, even in the valley
With the gift of those valley streams.
Song of Songs 6;11,12
Where the orchards of the King grow and mature,
Receive the streams from the mountain.
The valley streams
Receive the fresh outpouring of the melting snow.
The valley,
Hemmed in by the mountains,
But a perfect environment to grow and mature...
What are my valley streams?
Are they the source of grace, nourishment, and provision provided for me from the Father's heart?
Even-though the mountains are surrounding me and appear to be an obstacle..
They are creating an atmosphere for growth and maturity.
Although my mountains of sickness, difficulties at work, dwindling bank account, nightmares,
strained relationships, seem to surround me..
As I look to my source of Help and receive the valley streams from His heart...
He grows and matures me,
As He supplies me with His nourishment and the sustaining grace of His streams.
Even here, in the valley,
He allows me to blosom,
As those seeds of promise and hope create springtime.
Even here...
Sometimes my Beloved calls me into the valley
To come along-side of another, and bring growth to another.
But whenever I find myself here...in this valley,
I find my Beloved right next to me.
Yes, the springtime comes and blosoms, even in the valley
With the gift of those valley streams.
Song of Songs 6;11,12
Bright and Morning Star
Come
Bright and Morning Star,
Come and break through...
Break through the pride, the confusion, the darkness, the shame of yesterday...
Come and break through the pain, the sadness, the despair, the questions, the lies...
Come and break through the gloom.
Come and arise
With Your illuminating light, Morning Star,
And reveal the Light, the Truth
Of who You are
And who I am.
Come with that spark of hope,
And light Your flame within...
Bright and Morning Star,
Come and break through...
Break through the pride, the confusion, the darkness, the shame of yesterday...
Come and break through the pain, the sadness, the despair, the questions, the lies...
Come and break through the gloom.
Come and arise
With Your illuminating light, Morning Star,
And reveal the Light, the Truth
Of who You are
And who I am.
Come with that spark of hope,
And light Your flame within...
Thursday, February 27, 2014
The Quiet Brooks of Bliss
The tracks of His footsteps lead me to His quiet brooks of bliss.
These are the brooks that well up within my spirit as I begin to gaze upon His face.
These brooks of bliss flow from the Father's throne straight into my heart.
He want me here,
Not just for a moment, a few hours, or even a season,
No, He wants me to stop, become familiar, hang out, rest here.
It is here that He restores,
lifts my head,
refreshes my weary soul,
calms the raging storm of emotions within,
nourishes my spirit with Truth...
And miraculously makes everything OK.
This brook of living water is sparkling with hope.
Hope that He, the Giver of this water, is bigger, stronger, greater, and wiser than the circumstance
that surrounds.
These brooks well up into my soul...and birth springtime.
As I partake...
Drink in these waters that He has provided in love...
My mind is renewed as He whispers His endearments and wisdom into my spirit,
Enabling me to have strength and grace for the journey.
Yes, these brooks contain that supernatural ingredient of restoration.
As I rest here...partaking in the provision of His Word,
He reveals a new way of seeing, showing me the bigger picture of my circumstance.
And then...
The joy begins to bubble up as He reveals His grace, His goodness, His favor, His faithfulness,
Yes, even in the midst of the circumstance.
Plant me here God,
Root me here by Your quiet brooks of bliss!
These are the brooks that well up within my spirit as I begin to gaze upon His face.
These brooks of bliss flow from the Father's throne straight into my heart.
He want me here,
Not just for a moment, a few hours, or even a season,
No, He wants me to stop, become familiar, hang out, rest here.
It is here that He restores,
lifts my head,
refreshes my weary soul,
calms the raging storm of emotions within,
nourishes my spirit with Truth...
And miraculously makes everything OK.
This brook of living water is sparkling with hope.
Hope that He, the Giver of this water, is bigger, stronger, greater, and wiser than the circumstance
that surrounds.
These brooks well up into my soul...and birth springtime.
As I partake...
Drink in these waters that He has provided in love...
My mind is renewed as He whispers His endearments and wisdom into my spirit,
Enabling me to have strength and grace for the journey.
Yes, these brooks contain that supernatural ingredient of restoration.
As I rest here...partaking in the provision of His Word,
He reveals a new way of seeing, showing me the bigger picture of my circumstance.
And then...
The joy begins to bubble up as He reveals His grace, His goodness, His favor, His faithfulness,
Yes, even in the midst of the circumstance.
Plant me here God,
Root me here by Your quiet brooks of bliss!
Sunday, February 23, 2014
His Thoughts
Do you know the Lord's thoughts for you?
Do you know what He thinks about you?
It is His thoughts that have thought you into being,
His thoughts that have planned and purposed you, given you your gifts, talents and personality.
It was His thoughts that have planted you on this earth...
His thoughts about you never leave His mind.
How can a mother forget the one she has birthed?
How can your Father in heaven forget the one He purposed, planned, desired?
It is His thoughts of love that awaken your heart, draw you toward Him, cause you to want Him.
His thoughts are always on you,
Watching your every discovery,
Rejoicing in every accomplishment,
Providing for your every need,
Desiring, oh desiring and waiting for you to come into and receive all He has planned and purposed for you!
"Yes, the thoughts of His heart awaken and stir all generations." Psalms 33:11
Do you know what He thinks about you?
It is His thoughts that have thought you into being,
His thoughts that have planned and purposed you, given you your gifts, talents and personality.
It was His thoughts that have planted you on this earth...
His thoughts about you never leave His mind.
How can a mother forget the one she has birthed?
How can your Father in heaven forget the one He purposed, planned, desired?
It is His thoughts of love that awaken your heart, draw you toward Him, cause you to want Him.
His thoughts are always on you,
Watching your every discovery,
Rejoicing in every accomplishment,
Providing for your every need,
Desiring, oh desiring and waiting for you to come into and receive all He has planned and purposed for you!
"Yes, the thoughts of His heart awaken and stir all generations." Psalms 33:11
Friday, February 14, 2014
Confidence
Confidence
Such a valuable commodity,
Confidence in His goodness, His bigness, His power, His protection, His promises,
Confidence in who He says He is,
Confidence in who He says I am,
Confidence in the Truth of His Word.
Confidence
Shatters the enemies plans
Takes back territory for the King of Kings.
Confidence
That continues to believe, hope, trust, and obey,
Despite the circumstance,
Despite the report,
Despite the visible.
Confidence
That sees as heaven sees,
Hears as heaven hears,
Sings as heaven sings.
Confidence of this sort,
So precious to the Father,
So harmful to the enemy.
Confidence
The commodity we cannot throw away,
But of which we hold tight,
And believe,
And receive,
The fullness of all He promised!!
Such a valuable commodity,
Confidence in His goodness, His bigness, His power, His protection, His promises,
Confidence in who He says He is,
Confidence in who He says I am,
Confidence in the Truth of His Word.
Confidence
Shatters the enemies plans
Takes back territory for the King of Kings.
Confidence
That continues to believe, hope, trust, and obey,
Despite the circumstance,
Despite the report,
Despite the visible.
Confidence
That sees as heaven sees,
Hears as heaven hears,
Sings as heaven sings.
Confidence of this sort,
So precious to the Father,
So harmful to the enemy.
Confidence
The commodity we cannot throw away,
But of which we hold tight,
And believe,
And receive,
The fullness of all He promised!!
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
My Fortress
You are my fortress on that high cliff...where I am safe.
You are my fortress,
When I take that step of faith, when I need courage to obey,
In that moment of doubt, when I need to choose to believe...
You are my fortress on that high cliff...where I am safe.
You are my fortress in that seemingly endless trial,
When I have to persevere to trust, believe, praise,
You are my fortress in that new assignment, that new job, that new responsibility...
You are my fortress in the endless house chores,
Those long nights when the crying seems to never end,
In my fatigue,
When I never seem to have a moment to myself...
You are my fortress, God, on that high cliff...where I am safe.
You are my fortress in the storm, in the sickness, in the brokenness, the pain,
You are my fortress in the confusion, in the accusation.
You are my strong tower, God, my hiding place,
The One I turn to, to keep me safe.
Safe from the enemy's lies, his deceptive illusions, his pretense, his NONSENSE.
You protect me..covering me with Your Truth..surrounding me with all I need to keep safe.
You are my fortress on that high cliff...and I am safe!!!
Ps. 31:3
You are my fortress,
When I take that step of faith, when I need courage to obey,
In that moment of doubt, when I need to choose to believe...
You are my fortress on that high cliff...where I am safe.
You are my fortress in that seemingly endless trial,
When I have to persevere to trust, believe, praise,
You are my fortress in that new assignment, that new job, that new responsibility...
You are my fortress in the endless house chores,
Those long nights when the crying seems to never end,
In my fatigue,
When I never seem to have a moment to myself...
You are my fortress, God, on that high cliff...where I am safe.
You are my fortress in the storm, in the sickness, in the brokenness, the pain,
You are my fortress in the confusion, in the accusation.
You are my strong tower, God, my hiding place,
The One I turn to, to keep me safe.
Safe from the enemy's lies, his deceptive illusions, his pretense, his NONSENSE.
You protect me..covering me with Your Truth..surrounding me with all I need to keep safe.
You are my fortress on that high cliff...and I am safe!!!
Ps. 31:3
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