Inside of Me

Sonnets, stories, and books reside within all of us.  They also reside within me.

They kiss each other and praise God the Father.  They use wisdom and knowledge and understanding to find their way out of me.

I sing praise to the Lord for the praises in each of His children.  I sing praise to Jesus for the love of the Father within me.

My sonnets bow with praise, my stories spout His forgiveness, and books fill the shelves of magnifications to His Name!

There’s a sonnet alive in all of us reaching passionately around the neck of the Father.  And roses drop their petals at the mention of His Name.

“Praise to the Father, praise to the Son, praise to the Spirit – the Three Who are One.  Praise He Who calls butterflies forth from cocoon, and died for our new life, and IS coming soon!”

Bring Your works up and out of me, O, God and let my pen praise You always in writing’s phrases and notebook pages, from now into Eternity.

Amen.


Could Be A Song

Climbing a tree and settling inside… listening for the Voice of God.

Climbing a tall pine tree and taking a breath, listening for the Voice of God.

It could be a moment, a lightning strike, or aroma… hearing His answer from above.

But I’m off the ground, so that must be good… listening for the Voice of God.

Even though your ears get tired, listen for the Voice of God.

Climb until you’re off the ground and don’t need to climb anymore.

Get yourself settled and be really quiet… listen for the Voice of God.

“I will make a way in the wilderness,” our loving Father will say, “and a path for you in the desert.”

Sit still and listen until you hear Him say, “You have sought Me, you have found Me, and I WILL MAKE A WAY.”

Listen for the faithful Voice of God.


All That Matters

Rise up within me, O, God Jehovah!

Subdue my flesh and burn it away… make my spirit to praise Your Name!

I LOVE YOU! O, how I love You!

That’s all that matters, anyway.

Your Holy Spirit has robes of white and purple and gray and brightens the night.

Singing sonnets of praise to my delight He dulls the pain then takes it away and I am blessed with another day to make You a blessing to all those who see me and hear and receive Your fire in Truth.

I LOVE YOU, O, Lord – and I BLESS YOUR NAME!

That’s all that matters to my soul any day.

AMEN.