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
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
Photo courtesy of Shane Hobson.
Into Your presence I commit my spirit.
Unto Your will I surrender my plans.
To You and You only I offer my heart,
To You the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit,
Together as one You cannot be torn apart.
Before You I kneel with true awareness,
You are the Master of the Universe,
The God of Abraham, Jacob and Moses,
A God who has a history loyal to fickle man,
Who has pierced Him with thorns and neglected the roses.
To You I give up my selfish ambition.
It’s to You I release the love in my soul.
To You I turn for eternal salvation,
To You I concede I’m at my core a sinner,
And only in You, through You, can I have redemption.
Take of me whatever it is You can use,
Mold me and shape me by Your standard,
Remake, refashion, recreate the disciple You need,
Purge my heart ’til its whiter than snow,
Reap from my life where You’ve planted the seed.
When this life has passed for me,
Repentance will be far too late,
Hear my soul cry out to Jehovah God today,
As the sun breaks with brilliance across the sky,
It is to You, in You, with You I beg to stay.
Thank You for air.
Air that fills my lungs naturally
And that air pumped in to complete the need.
Thank You for the care
You demonstrate in this provision.
Thank You for choice.
For being able to choose my action,
To decide what I believe and don’t,
And even what in my heart gets traction,
And what slips on away.
Thank You for encouragement.
For voices of now and past,
Who clean out my wounds and scars
So poisonous infections can’t last
But are washed away by caring.
Thank You for this moment.
Of awareness of my many blessings.
For too often I focus on my needs
On what I perceive as being lacking
Instead of what You’ve already given.
Thank You for Your love.
This never-ending resource of Your being
That sets within me the standard
Through which all of life and man needs viewing.
So I can be Your hands and feet.
Thank You for this time.
When our hearts truly communicate,
When there’s no motivation or mission
Beyond what You would dedicate
Towards You and Your people.
It boiled out of me like an erupting volcano,
Massive rivers of red-hot painful memories,
Black-as-midnight acts of discrimination,
Spewing it’s poison from mountain to sea.
Then it was over, at least the worse of it.
The path of the destruction stretched across my heart,
Boring a scorching swatch through my prayer house,
Erasing landmarks beneath it’s horrid weight,
I felt as if it were the elephant on top of me the mouse,
So heavy the load of my anger.
Then I felt instead of heat, the sea breezes coolness blow,
Tasted salt upon the air drawn deep into my lungs,
The firm, solid foundation of the place we’ve built here,
And within my soul the phrase blooms across my tongue,
“Thank You Lord for grace.”
No, things aren’t easy and everything is tough,
But, not once have You failed me even if I let You down,
Even when I erupt in anger and frustration,
You keep smiling at me though I give You reason to frown,
Giving me mercy new every day.
Together we can repair the damage and mend the walls,
For the foundation it was built upon is The Cornerstone,
The solid rock of Jesus Christ and His salvation,
Backed by the Father God upon Heaven’s throne,
And the movement of the Holy Spirit.
Praise God, I do not stand alone.
Before Your throne I call to You,
You are Holy, You are mighty,
There can be no one above You.
Here I prostate myself before You,
Seeking hard to do what’s true,
To worship and adore You.
Through tears that flood like rivers two,
Dams weakened with too much, too soon,
Though calling I can’t seem to locate You,
I will worship You and only You,
No matter what man or nature may do,
You are God, You are always true.
Help me be through with “what used to be”,
So the past will be over and then free my heart.
Lord, it will belong only to You to mend,
Make every crack and chip a work of Your art.
Walk with me through the Valley of What Should Have Been,
Free me of the shackles of ego and pride,
Then show me who I am through You,
A daughter loved at her Father’s side.
Drain me of the wasted energy expelled,
Fighting to be vindicated after treated wrong.
Weave in my being Your perfect peace,
From my soul let me sing You a true love song.
Open Your presence and allow me in,
Please lift me up to come to You.
Renew in me the joy of being Your child,
Allowing me to worship and love You.
Yesterday Lord, the place was crowded.
People everywhere promising so much,
With expectations and dreams so bright,
It all seemed so possible in the bright light.
This morning Lord, the crowd has thinned.
Some have left afraid of the possible pain,
For the route to success is no longer in sight,
The support they all promised took flight.
It’s you and me in this ongoing struggle,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow I know,
Regardless Lord of what I can see,
You are always right beside me.
Can’t base my walk with You, Lord,
On other people’s interpretations,
May this life with You be between You and I,
Help me live by Your will until the sweet by and by.
The rain is coming down outside,
While the winds blow to and fro.
Inside this house inside this heart,
My heart struggles with what it knows.
Of God’s greatness there’s no debate,
His love for man is well known.
Then though I know those two facts,
What weeds of doubt have grown?
When life is good and safety is felt,
It’s easy to cling to His path.
But harder when the path is troubled
And your soul longs for a cooling bath.
Rain down Your understanding, Lord!
Flood me with Your merciful insight.
Wash away my human inconsistency,
Leave behind only Your pure perfect light.
Today Lord, I pray,
For these fellow brothers and sisters
Who for church homes they do seek.
We know there’s a place for them
To draw encouragement from every week.
Not a place for their entertainment,
But one where they can actively participate.
Not just on church committees,
But among those whose needs are great.
A church that still believes in the Bible.
Believes that it teaches right from wrong.
A congregation of God worshippers,
Who hear and mean the lyrics of their praise songs.
No church we know is perfect,
Comprised of flawed human kind,
But guide them to Your choice for them to serve You,
And help them understand what they find.