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
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
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
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
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?
Emerging from the depths of soil Of what was but days ago Frozen, Cold, Still. Now life bursts forth in glee Proof that somehow life Finds a way, Continues on, Has a will. Beneath us one and all In a cycle of continuing Miracles happen, Time marks passage, Birth occurs. From depths of human hearts Acknowledgement as Spring arrives Despite COVID, Shutdowns Separation. Resolutions, determinations unfurl The hibernating hope in us To reawaken, Feel the Sonshine, Unfurl our wings. Seeds opening in prepared soil Buds bursting beneath nests Babies soar, On newly found wings, Free souls. ----dfav 4/8/2021