Awaken In My Love – A Love Note from Papa

Now is the time to awaken in my love. My people perish because they do not know my love and acceptance. They are thirsty and dying when water flows freely around them. All they have to do is drink. Show them the water – the fountain is within. It flows freely for those who see it. Eyes will open when my love is proclaimed. Refreshing waters of the Spirit will flow forth. Declare my love and provision for my children, and they will drink from the fountain of life.

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No One Should Cry Alone (Lullaby of Heaven)

 

She’s in pigtails and lace
The pretend party is in place
She calls to him as he comes through the door
Dance with me, Daddy
But he is too concerned with his cares
So she dances with Mr. Teddy Bear
And angels come and surround her heart
Jesus holds her in his arms
Because no one should dance alone

Lullaby of heaven
Angels singing love songs
Jesus crying and singing along
Streams of glory flowing
Lullabies of heaven caressing our heart
Because no one cries alone

He puts on his favorite team’s hat
Grabs his glove, ball, and bat
He prays maybe this time
But he is not chosen
He sits on the bench his mind frozen
And angels come and surround his heart
Jesus holds him in his arms
Because no one should play alone

Lullaby of heaven
Angels singing love songs
Jesus crying and singing along
Streams of glory flowing
Lullabies of heaven caressing our heart
Because no one cries alone

She stands by the little grave
She wasn’t supposed to be pregnant
But it happened any way
Shunned and shamed the baby came
Too soon and too small, she’s lost everything
Angels come and surround her heart
Jesus holds her in his arms
Because no one should cry alone

Lullaby of heaven
Angels singing love songs
Jesus crying and singing along
Streams of glory flowing
Lullabies of heaven caressing our heart
Because no one cries alone

[The way I saw this as I wrote it, the angels were both real angels ministering to broken hearts, but they were also symbolic of individuals partnering with Holy Spirit to reach out to others.  The first "angel" is a grandfather who comes to the party and dances.  The second "angel" is another little child on the playground who says, "come be my friend".  The last "angel" is a nurse from the hospital who comes to the graveside to comfort a mother mourning. May we be listening to the quite voice of Holy Spirit who will guide us so that no one cries alone.]

Will The Broken Stand

Pieces fall
Like torrents of tears
Washing away
The dust of years

Can they be caught
Gathered in mercy's hands
Kept in safety
Will the broken stand

Lifted up
Like the guardians of time
Remembering a past
Promising a new sign

But can they be caught
Held in mercy's hands
Kept in safety
Will the broken stand

Spirits

Broken spirits
Rising
Dust stirring, earth falling away
Spirits buried
Hidden beneath the concrete of civility

Stone faces
Turning
Wind blowing, glaciers crumbling
Spirits frozen
Invisible in sight of polite society

New lives
Emerging
Hearts rousing, darkness fleeing
Spirits resurrected
Revealed by the light of the kingdom

The Box

If I give you the little black box

What will you do with it

If you look closely you will see no lid

There’s no key hole

It’s black like obsidian

Solid, heavy

What will you do with it

If I give  you the little black box

Will you out of frustration break it open

Will you crush it under your feet

Will you be surprised to find it empty

No treasure inside

What was hidden there gone

Crushed, poured out, trampled

Another heart dissolved into the earth

If I give you the little black box

What will you do with it

Choice

A choice is made

A heart broken

A life shattered

The tears of the Father water the earth

A choice is made

Self destruction wins

The earth shudders

The blood of the Son waters the earth

A choice is made

Life floods the darkness

Heaven and earth rejoice

The wind of the Spirit harvests the earth

The Poetry of Our Lives

The poetry of our lives

Like a tapestry woven with many colors

Dark colors woven without skill

Ugly streaks seemingly mar the design

But the master weaver takes over

Skillfully using each dark strand

Creating a beautiful multidimensional image

An image that is a reflection of himself

No darkness remaining – only light

Rainbows of color dancing from his smile

Displayed in the beautiful tapestry of our lives

(Tapestry Picture: This beautiful tapestry is from www.novica.com and is titled “Love’s Flight” created by Peruvian artisan Inka.)