A woman in Paris, or somewhere similar,
Perhaps London, in another time
Was came upon by two suitors
The latter less fair in appearance, she chose the former
In favor of his beauty
Neglecting to see the heart behind the smile
The lie hidden in the promise
To have and to hold
Truly, till death would they part
Whispers
Whispers in the night as
Grace pours down like water
Sweet love as the spring rain
Taken breathless for a moment
Held in, strong arms
I am captivated by you
I am in awe of your love
Here, in the quiet place
Where you speak to me again
From your word, in each breath
Of my own, shaking heart
Where you have made your home
I marvel at the thought of it
All of heaven rejoiced
When the veil was torn in two
All of heaven rejoiced
When the stone, was rolled away
And the King rose in victory!
If I am not on fire
How can I convince others to burn?
If I am not thirsty for God
How can I get others to drink of living water?
If I am not hungry for His Word
How can I bring others to eat?
If I am not with God
What am I, what have I
But dust
But ashes of a broken man
Truly
I need a resurrection
Truly
I need fresh fire
Truly
I need a revelation of You
My God
Come burn in me again
Such fire I have never known
Come shake me with such passion
For those lost that I
May weep
As I have never wept before
Make me hunger
Like I have never hungered
Make me thirst
As I have never thirsted
Make me that
Which I have never been before
Make me Yours
Take me deeper into You
Lord make us desperate
And bring us back to You!
What I find,
To be, most mysterious
Most perplexing, and most wonderful is
The truth, of the God we serve
The character,
And nature, of who He is
The goodness,
And the beauty of His name
Found, therein
There, in the secret place
For what I find there,
Is Him
He is there, in the secret place
Waiting for us, to call on Him
Waiting for us, to run to Him and
Taste and see that He is good!
Greater than any worldly pleasure
Greater than any fleshly lust
Greater than any lie of the enemy
Greater even than our hearts!
He is,
He is enough
And He waits, for us to find
Him, and all He is
There,
In the secret place He waits
For us, to run to Him
For us, to find Him there
For He,
He is enough
And He alone is good
So run to Him, call on Him alone
For He waits
There for us
A beautiful, mystery
A wonderful enigma
He is,
Truly
The only Mystery worth pursuing
The only dream worth chasing
The promise of Him
Enough to keep us steady
The promise of Him
Enough to keep us coming
Running, after Him
For He, He alone is worth the fight
He alone,
Is worth it all
So keep chasing Him,
Him who waits
And even,
Chases us
A Mystery
An enigma
May we never, be satisfied
With anything, less than Him
For He alone,
He alone is worth it all
May we call, on Him again
May we run, to Him again
And find Him there,
There, in the secret place
Where He waits
For us there
Where He waits,
For us, to come and find Him
Playfully, lovingly
Calling
Us to keep on coming
To keep on chasing Him
A beautiful Mystery
A mysterious Lover
May we cling, to Him alone
May we run to Him again
The only Mystery, worth chasing
The only God, worth pursuing
Who even, waits for us
To call, on His name
And will meet us
When we call on Him
Who allows Himself to be found
There, in the secret place
Run to Him, call on Him
He alone, He is enough
He is all we need
“Just a moment,
Just a moment please.”
A boy whispers, on busy street corner
To loud and toiling world around
A woman stops, for but a moment and
Wishes to say more
But with dismal glance away, she shrugs
“I’m sorry.” and keeps walking
Again, he tries another
“Just a moment sir,”
To busy man, with things to do
On way to important meeting
“I have no time.” He says in a rush
Putting up his hand as if to hush
The boy, and pleading eminating from
His kind and weary eyes
Again, another perhaps
This will be the one
A child, walking by
Holding mothers hand
“A moment,”
He asks,
Eager for reply
As child looks, and meets his eye
The two smile a second as
Time seems to stop
Eyes held, in contentment
Gazing into one another
“Come on.” Mother pulls
And yanks young girl away
Off on some busy trip
Away from boy, her friend never met
But felt there in that gaze
Then we see, after the people
Keep on passing by
The truth, of the boy
Not a boy at all
While seemingly clad, in tired rags
We see, a peculiar, mystery
The boy, the man in fact is
More than he appears
Mighty, holy
Powerful
Held in human form
Kind, gracious, compassionate
Loving, and just forever
For boy, is no boy at all
But Spirit, holy
But Creator, loving
Asking us, for but a moment
To lavish His love upon us
For us to stop, in busy days
For but a second, and to see
As girl saw, in those eyes
Something, too wonderful to describe
Yet therein, lies
A peculiar, miraculous peace
Mingled with courage, love
And jealousy
Beauty and terror alike
The boy, boy no longer but
Man, fully grown
Hands pierced with nails
Head, bearing thorns
Walking off, towards calvary
There, on the busy street corner as
None see, nor care to notice
Condemned man, as He really is
But merely scoff, and laugh or even
Do not see Him at all
For busy-ness, and focus on
All the world around Him
But this Man, keeps on walking
Whether world acknowledges Him or not
Towards His task, His Father’s will
Full of pain, and suffering and yet
Peculiar, brutal beauty
Of tale of jealousy, of love
Mingled with passion, and justice
Wrath and mercy alike
That culminated, there on that tree where
Jesus paid, the price for me
For world, and us too busy to
Even know His name
Us, too blind in sin to
Even see His face
Us, too lost in anger and rebellion to
Even care to know His name
He still died, there He hung
For us, for me
That we might go free, and be
His, and His alone
Redemption laid,
Upon a tree
Our debt paid
By Him we owed
Our futures made alive in Him
Who died, so we could live
Free, from sin and death and
Free, to live for Him
Him who is so wonderful, so beautiful
So matchless, forevermore
To Him, dead no longer but
Risen, from tomb to heaven where
He sits enthroned, on praises and
Remains, at the right hand of the Father
Praying for us,
Interceding for us
Us, the once fallen
Now given life, in His blood
Us, so loved
Us, so desired
Us, so lost without Him
He waits for us to come
To Him, and find
All we could ever need
In Him, the crucified
The Risen, Redeemer
The loving God, the jealous Lover the
Just, and passionate Judge
Both beautiful and terrible
Perfect in wrath,
And mercy alike
So good, and so wonderful
May we praise Him,
And His great name
Now and, forevermore!
Him who is so merciful and
Him who is so good!
But may we not forget
That boy, on street corner
That Man, that Savior
Who made Himself available and
Redeemed us from our sins
May we not, leave Him on the cross
Nor let Him lie, in the grave
But remember, Him the living God
Our victorious King
And too, the loving Father
Who sent His Son, to die for us
Who beckons, by His Holy Spirit, that we
Come, for but a moment and
Many more, for all eternity in fact and
Come and spend, time with Him
Him who never fails
Who loves us so, who gave Himself
Who loves us as a Father and
Who adopted us, as His own
And who too, is within us
Burning, like fire to
Give us grace, and utterance to
Worship Him, in His strength and
Pursue Him, in our weakness
To follow Him, to lead us to Him
The three in One, the everlasting
Who calls to us, out of heaven and eternity
That we come, and spend a moment
With Him, in His Word
Making ourselves available
Open, to hear His words and
Even hear Him speak
That we may be, more like Him and
Know, His love for us and
Even more than this,
There, in the secret place
So run to Him, keep Him not waiting
Run to Him, for He is enough!
Above every distraction, above every lie
A battle cry rings out
Singing of the victory
Of the risen, reigning Lord
Who already fought the battle and
Who already won it
So we on earth, need not strive
To win, thing we could never attain
But that we might simply rest,
In Him and, who He is
And praise, His victory
Praise the One, the risen Son
Who died, and rose again
Who stands
Faithful, forevermore and
Reigns on High, above it all
Victorious and true, forevermore
Matchless in all He does
In mercy and
In justice alike
May we praise His name, forevermore
In songs and testimonies of
Lives lived, for His name
Of days, and breaths taken, for His glory
To Him, who is most worthy
To Him, who is so good
To Him who is unending,
Matchless, in all His love
Merciful, and true forevermore
May we trust His name alone!
A steady ship
Is not one, driven by
Chaos of the storms or
Wills of captain driving her
A steady ship is not the one
Laid upon the shore
Destitute of purpose, or desire to
Soar upon the waves
A steady ship, is one anchored
One founded, deep in love
With confidence, in the One who made her and
In the One, who calls her home
From across the waters He calls
From across the sky He teases
And ushers to come deeper, further
Deeper into love
For life is a storm
Chaos, is the heart
Without peace, without Guide
But love, but peace is One
One who walks upon those waves and
Bid them to be still
So no matter what may come
Nor storms, nor crashing waves
Of heart or soul, of mind and thoughts
Or even of, daily life
I will trust, in that anchor
I will trust, in that One
The Ocean, of love
The Lord of a thousand seas
The One, fairest of all
More beautiful than skies and waters
Him who speaks, and wind does cease
Him who whispers, and all grow silent
Him who is, more than enough
He calls me His beloved one
He who tames, the seas and waves
It is He who calls me to rest
And trust, in His great name
For His glory, for His fame
For He is worthy, of it all
And He is, so good
So wonderful, forevermore
So vast in love, so wonderful
I praise Your name, forevermore
My God I sing to You
With each wave
And every crashing, of the sea
Against the wall, the fortress
Of You, I find
You to be
More than enough for me
Faithful, and true
Steadfast, in the rain and
Good, forevermore
Even in the trials and
Even in the waves
Still You remain
No matter storms, that loom ahead
No matter waves, that crash around
Still, You remain the same
Faithful, through all days
My Shelter, my Hiding Place
My only One, my only Hope
My God I cling to You!
You, who have never failed me and
You, who never will
I trust, in Your great name alone, I
I cling to You alone!
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