Running to You

Seems like the world is closing in,

Not sure what or who is wrong this time,

Not sure of who should win,

Or if there’s a winning side at all.

I will be running, running to You.

But, this I am confident is true,

When Jesus splits the eastern sky,

This daughter will be running to You,

I will run to You, I will run to You.

I will be the one running to You.

After years of wondering what I should do,

Every second it takes me to get there,

Is one less to spend with You,

I will be the one running with a smile on my face.

I will be the one running, running to You.

There will be skid marks where I slide,

When I reach the point before Your throne,

Throwing my arms up, my heart open wide,

Holy tears will flow down my cheeks,

I will have been running, running to You.

To worship, adore You and praise You too.

Yes, I will be the one running fast as I can,

How long I have hungered for this time You are due,

I will be running to You despite one leg being gone.

Yes, I will be running, running to You.

—dfav

5/10/2021

Scents

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There is a scent on the wind,
A different one, unrecognizable,
Wrapped in notes of bitterness,
Hints of fear, anger are palatable.
The heart draws in these scents,
Overtones of hate and despair,
Unclean hands ad hearts,
All swirling on the same breath of air.
Can all these be the smell
Of mankind destroying one another?
Could this be what the end stench details?
A decaying, arid, rotten smother?

Wait, there blows in another wind,
A cleaner, fresher, welcome scent,
This pushes through the bad smell,
Pure, newly washed, gentle hints.
Lungs rejoice at renewed hope,
From where does this originate?
With its notes of forgiveness,
Its source by choice not fate?
Eyes look up to the sunrise
Lungs pausing at the welcome sight
Jesus breathing over us all
Allowed He'll make everything right.

Everyone come and rest a while,
Breath deep of both streams of scent,
Which do you want to give life to you?
Do you require any other hint?
There is a smell on rushing wind,
Choose fresh and clean or stench of decay,
Either will set off change in you,
This is your moment, you have this say.
This earth will one day pass,
Your last breath will be vile or sweet,
These winds bring you a choice,
Which way will they send heart and feet?

---dfav
5/7/2021

Holy Water

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Sprinkle me with the purest water
Until the dust evaporates
Until my soul believes it participates
So I feel better for a while.

But, afterwards the sin remains
More vivid are my scarlet stains.

Submerge me in water pure and fresh
Until I am surface soaked
Until it seems my soul is cleansed
So I feel better for a longer while.

But, in all too short a time
My sin stains lay claim as mine.

Plunge me under the running water
Until the agitation washes deeper
Until my soul appears to be a keeper
So I feel sure for a even longer while.

But, as times passes by and on
My heart knows it is a con.

Wash me in Your Holy Water
Until Your blood from Calvary flows
Until the water runs high and low
So I can convince myself an even longer while.

But, this time do not let me intervene
For Believer's Baptism is not routine.

Saturate me thoroughly in Your Holy Water
Until no part of me is remotely still dry
Until my soul knows it responded to Your cry
So this is real Believer's Baptism, those real smiles.

No buts, no ifs or pretenses this time
Steel like assurance as a Savior You are mine.

Flood my entire being in Your Holy Spirit
Until every wrong I have ever done
Until every unrighteousness is gone
So I continue as a new creation in You.

But this time I really understand
Faith proceeds instead of routines hand.

---dfav
5/6/2021

From the Cottage-by-the-Sea #5, 5/5/2021

Art & photo by dfav.
O Father!  I am here!
You are too let there be no mistake.
My heart leaps with acknowledgment,
My soul drinks in Your peace,
Though outside the pounding storm does not cease.

O Father!  I am here!
Should I rush outside into this gale?
My heartbeat quickens with the waves,
My soul gasps at this darkness mid-day,
Though I see the Son is waiting to show the way.

O Father!  I am here!
This storm is greater than any hurricane.
My heart cannot deny the danger,
My soul remembers You provide for the sparrow,
Though it seems there may be no morrow.

O Father!  I am here!
It is time to pray and praise only You.
My heart longs for Your continual presence,
My soul knows any rescue for anyone is in You,
Though the winds shrill with evil in what they do.

O Father!  I am here!
This wall of darkness slammed down is even worse.
My heart sees in it those fallen and confused,
My soul sends me outside to scream, "Come home",
Though they turn from us wanting to be alone.

O Father!  I am here!
Will You not send me though destruction flies?
My heart cries for what will never be again,
My soul clings to You to withstand the probability,
Though this country is called to accountability.

O Father!  I am here!
Light returns as the storm recedes.
My heart rejoices that our cottage still stands,
My soul mourns for all that is now gone,
Though it is as if the USA never stood alone.

O Father!  I am here!
We search for all the other survivors.
My heart weeps for those freshly wounded,
My soul for those completely wiped away,
Though still proof exists You are here this day.

O Father!  I am here!
Is this vision for now or a future time?
My heart stirs as I look at You,
My soul trusting in Your true direction,
Though others balk let me follow Your instruction.

----dfav
5/5/2021

Craving

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The moon is high above the trees,
The stars look down to witness me,
The air I breath deeply in and out,
My soul,
My heart, 
My voice give shout,
I crave You Lord
Deep, deep
Within

Like food for the physically hungry,
Like the eye seeks symmetry,
Like parched earth starves for moisture,
My soul,
My heart,
My voice without censure,
I crave You Lord,
Deep, deep
Within.

As a carpenter seeks for wood to build,
As an artist seeks the fine to guild,
As a bird flies high to sing its song,
My soul,
My heart,
My voice sighs long,
I crave You Lord,
Deep, deep
Within.

As a baby longs for mother's touch,
As wanderers search for more and much,
As You Yourself seek the worshipper,
My soul,
My heart,
My voice cry sure,
I crave You Lord,
Deep, deep
Within.

While addicts exist for their obsession,
While misers count each possession,
While greedy seek for those to control,
My soul,
My heart,
My voice extols,
I crave You Lord,
Deep, deep
Within.

Fill me Jesus 'til I am overflowing,
Fill me Jesus 'til my soul is swimming,
Fill me Jesus 'til You splash onto another,
My soul,
My heart,
My voice joins others,
I crave You Lord,
Deep, deep
Within.

---dfav
04/28/2021

Joy Rose With the Sun

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The memories were easier this year,
The attacks lessened by COVID life in 2020.
Violence and control though bathed in tears,
Seemed decades and decades ago.
In the light of all the violence feeding off fears
In the grief of massive losses,
Offering others silence in a noisy year

Joy in unexpected bravery stepped in,
The Son has gotten my attention.
That deep dark well of loss fills in,
Though scars exist flowers bloom.
In a year of fear and of death again,
Healing truly makes its way seen.
Flight of peace finds a way to begin.

----dfav
3/30/21


First Breath

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You breathed air into Adam's lungs
And he drew his first breath,
His lungs filled up with Your essence
Not only created but alive because of Your Holiness 
Living, breathing designed by the Creator no less.

From those few moments in time
With an exchange of essential, priceless air,
Adam became the start of all mankind
We're all tied to Adam's beginning,
A truth we're all now forgetting.

When the world's population grew wicked
Only Noah and family would be saved
By way of an ark never heard of before
Along with duos of every creature created
So that breath You shared with Adam survived.

Countless wars and ongoing disputes
Stiff-necked people, the faithful, all in part wrong,
Oh, the blood runs deep into the ground
Man's foolishness masquerades as wisdom
Your breath continued though men sought division.

Swirling through humanity's history
Living in disobedience Adam's breath survived,
While it appears man gambled with each breath,
As a baby's cry signals their first lung of air,
You've kept us breathing proving You still care.

Even when Jesus drew His last breath
On that cross raised high at Calvary,
Our breathing didn't cease to come and go,
Three days later when Jesus rose from the dead,
You were still proving Adam's breath was real.

According to prophecies and what I see
We're all drawing in that last borrowed air
As it escapes to join Heaven's winds
But as long as Earth and man exist
Adam's breath will survive finer than mist.

How can we have lost this ancient truth?
To God and only God we owe our very breath
Skin color, gender, family situation
Nor wealth or need, free or bound, it comes to be
The breath shared first with Adam breathes on in me.

----dfav
4/19/2021  

In Your Presence

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There is sweetness in Your presence,
Rejoicing in Your grace and mercy,
As we come to worship this morning,
We are filled with Your glory,
As we hear anew the old, old story,
Resting in its perfect truth.

There is awareness in Your presence,
Unexplainable richness in our souls,
Though we see evil choosing evil,
We are overwhelmed by Your hope,
Assured You will be how we cope,
Though we don't know when, how or why.

There is assurance in Your presence,
In the Holy Spirit's calming touch,
The awakening of our sleeping souls,
Though the future isn't known,
Our lives in Yours has grown,
It's almost time Lord, almost.

----dfav
4/19/21

Watching

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All my life I've heard
That Jesus is coming back.
Could be any moment.
Could be any time.
I've waited,
I've watched.

As rumors flew through history
Muddling people's minds.
Is it ever happening?
Is it in our lifetime?
We've waited,
We've watched.

Currently more signs come true
Awareness is on high alert.
Is it today?
Is it tomorrow?
We're waiting,
We're watching.

Seems like evil is winning
Casting God and His people out.
Will they succeed?
Will they not?
We're still waiting
We're still standing.

Should the worse happen,
Lord, don't let me wimp out.
May my lips praise,
May I follow to the end.
I'm waiting,
I'm watching.
I'm ready.

----dfav
4/17/2021

Keys to the Father’s House

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The Father's son, Jesus Christ
Held it out to me, from atop His scar,
A beautiful but select old fashioned key,
Openly displayed not hidden in a jar.
His eyes seeing me as only He can
How do I fail to know all we can be?

With trembling fingers I gently touch
Unsure of what doors it unlocked,
My finger tip glazed His scar
All I thought I knew just disappeared,
My knowledge sank in my simple mind
As His wisdom briefly in its place appeared.

How precious this key He gives,
Surely I must protect it regardless of the cost?
It comes from the One who overcame death,
Affording us every protection, every security post?
This is the eternal key to the Father's house
How can it be used to reach the lost?

Do I hide it, guard it, silence it
Even in times of greatest need?
Do I keep its presence a secret
Let rumor and legend grow their seed?
Is this the best to keep thieves away
Make silence my lifelong creed?

Should I refuse it after all
Though I asked Jesus into my heart?
For I am not worthy of His trust
Could I really complete my part?
Do I not have doubt in myself
Down to a dark type of art?

Then almost as I backed away
I heard Jesus whisper in my ear,
"At Judgment when asked the question
You were offered the key so dear,
The key to Our Father's house,
How did you use it year after year?"

Did you accept all the possibilities
Of what the Father could open for you,
If you took the Father's house key
Perhaps opened a door or two?
Invited people in to meet the Father?
What did you do, who did you woo?

How will you answer this question
"What did you do with the Father's key?"
What will be your honest answer?
Will Jesus receive the truth of what you believe?
What will Jesus oh, so clearly see?
Did you use it so the lost receives?

---dfav
4/12/2021