Aiming to go to our prayer cottage, Our place by the sea It is hard to reach today The four a.m. moon faint, Barely visible reflected in the sea. The journey feels like forever I wheel wounded body and soul Both giving up on me. I cannot wheel myself further, No closer to where I want to be, I call out to You Jesus Do You see how much I need You? Will You rescue me? Even as I think to call out The thought awakens in my mind, "Try again to reach me." In amazement I am here Outside the Cottage-by-the-Sea, Wheeling closer, down to the shore While physical exhaustion drips away The breeze from the sea fills me. The tide is high and crashing in, Sweeping away and sweeping in, The shoreline by the sea. The cares of this earthly life Recede in my heart You've given me. Your voice speaks in my ears, Reminding me of what's vital Of what really needs to be. My eyes close so I can listen, Truly hear what You are saying Here by the Cottage-by-the-Sea. Hands clasp onto mine. Pulling me to run beside You free, I feel Your scars from the nails O this moment of the sweet-by-and-by For Jesus' hands have me. Time slips by as He walks And I follow without fright Along the beach by the sea. He speaks to me in earnest Waves pouncing at our feet by the sea I can feel sand between my toes The toes of both feet as it Gently occurs to me, There is only one leg On this wounded body of mine Even here by the Cottage-by-the-Sea. Laughter, joy, amazement erupts I hear Jesus' laughter next to me One day, like now, in His presence, I will walk, rejoice, even dance Beside Heaven's crystal sea. Regardless of all of Earth's troubles, Its miseries and darkness In this moment I am free Walking with Jesus As we laugh by the sea. ---dfav 5/24/21
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.
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
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
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