A mixture of the lyrical quality of spoken word, and the beauty and joy of the Psalms in devotion to the glory of our Lord and savior, Jesus. This collection reflects a heart that is still and at peace in God.
It’s the shadow of leaves dancing on concrete, the slant of light flooding the room in early evening It’s the draft of sheer wind when all I want to do is sleep and feel the breeze upon the crown of my hair It’s the anticipation of chance encounters the reason why all songs are now revered The numbness fades and the tension dissipates I realize a bit late Love is a commitment, not a feeling the way Jesus came to serve and save
You are like the blanket of the first snow the warmth and fullness of the first crop the cool of morning dew resting on blades of grass You whisper to me, delicate as a lily your words sweeter than honey the peace of waves rolling to shore You hold me captive with fascination and I am in awe The promised day awaits where my spirit christens my name written in your book eternally
When God created the world knowing the beginning to the end, and began with the Word, was he a plotter or a pantser? Did he have an outline or did he fill in the blanks as one does when his essay, clear and concise, is short 500 words, placing prophecies deliberately in the perfect hands—the reason why some moments seem so serendipitous and some, ominous? Or did he, in the swiftness of one thought, have in his mind the whole timeline—every possibility of the human experience of good and evil drawn out in countless lives, impossible to count as the sand and stars in the sky, foreseeing every action and consequence and ramifications to the last generation? However He imagined it, like a writer after penning an impressive work, or an artist after his last stroke, leans back with delight and says, “It is good.”
On the road today I danced with God, reverberated with joy like baby John the Baptist —Holy Spirit-filled as God showed off His splendor to me like the rolling of an antique reel Scene upon scene, He said, “it’s all for you,” the way a chorus of angels sung to me vividly in a dream at 16 And when I was overjoyed, He brought forth yet one more wonder after another the valley arrayed with luxurious green—abundant life like Eden, heaven’s gate opened before me in the parting of clouds only for those with eyes to see, smooth riding alongside cars gliding down the suburban bypass perfect for racing, the sunlight was brighter and children’s laughter in the street happier, And I wondered, Did anyone else dance too?
Search the crevices of my mind and you might fall in love My love has gone through space and time, life and death, and brought me back from the pits of despair into His embrace A man of sentiment and a man of valor men weep in his sorrow and shudder at His glory My love knows all of me, loves all of me He has seen me since the beginning of time
Everybody wants to be the hero but no one wants the suffering
Our song is like the wind, free to go wherever — soft or fierce it brings waves to shore and calls it back to sea— the calm and the storm It is leaves going gently about, falling and rising, resting upon a rock or swirling like a dance of Mahanaim They say words are wind, but the Word is life and love, it brings healing to our wounds My love, it takes a pauper to be king and a slave to be queen but we wouldn’t want it in this life, would we? Rather, a breeze and a ray of light breaking into a million shades, going fast or slow; still, in a moment, or watching the whole spectacle Neverending and everlasting, that is our love
I thought I wrote concisely, stripping ideas to their bare minimum and the simplicity of two-liners. Jesus reduced the commandments and the epitome of the wisdom of Solomon, all his thousand proverbs to two commandments—and there was no condemnation. I prayed, and God spoke to me in one word and with one word He expressed everything I needed to hear and do. Be concise, our English teacher told us. Well, God is the most concise of all in this game of words. He gets the last laugh.
Selah
# Computer programming is a creative act with commands devoid of life and God; a paltry imitation. You see, God is global. And if the devil’s gotten you in a chokehold—a loop—your only esc is God. The best script you can pray according to His command is: Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name. Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. # Then make your request known according to these parameters—His will. For you are a child of God. And He is not just a parent but the Father. And we function within His rules and constants shown to be true and a multitude of references of scripture that came before, speaking prophecies—the testimony of Jesus. So, if you glorify the inventions and science of man, then even as a seasoned software engineer, you can worship God, the true commander, and follow Jesus—the Word and the command, the completion of the program. Selah;
On this path in the wilderness, day after day, I saw glory upon glory— the sight of clouds like the right arm of God before me, ships of Tarshish in the sky arrayed as for battle, sunlight like a veil of light, a banner of love over all of us, and along the winding road, I saw a lake between mountain peaks above my line of sight with a brilliance like the translucent, pure gold of the streets of New Jerusalem Yet again, I was the only beholder
That morning after a deep sleep, as I came to myself, and as I sat in the shuttle, You gave me understanding of your Gospel Now, in my dream, I saw in visions the suffering you would endure and the glory you would receive, and as I sat beside you excitedly, I tried to help you but the prophecy was being fulfilled as I speak So we sit here like reflections— You at the start of the age, and I at the end of the age Oh, were it that we were holding hands through time but now yours is in mine
Perhaps in the temple when my Beloved was young, He saw His bride hunted like a doe of the dawn The wisest of all, knowing the ideals of the Daughter of Zion, though a strong gazelle, He made himself the Doe of the Dawn, becoming in her eyes her perfect man —gentle and lowly, humble and kind Words dripping with authority veiled in triple layers one of compassion, one of true power, and one to impress, wooing the Daughter of Zion into his arm and rest Having no form or comeliness, He proved himself worthy of a glorious body —the most handsome of men And having lost her beauty and her life, she said, You are the Way, the Truth, and the Life, the perfect guide He said, I will die for you and all our brethren And she said, I’ll lay my life at your feet, You died for me I will do the same gathering our kin
I have made my life a living sacrifice for you may my love be as a pleasing aroma—like myrrh arising from the pendant laying on my chest made of my love infused with your wisdom In an upper room you washed my feet, though I tried to wash yours, but the gentleman you are, Yeshua, you washed mine and made me yours You speak in hyperbole and go to extremes you swept me off my feet, you called me wife you showed me off as yours your extremities I rightly adore Draw me after you, let me be weak with love send me gifts til this covenant is sealed revelations, visions, dreams and words most of all, the light of your lovely presence
My Beloved has a boldness that could only come out of Nazareth, of whom Nathaniel, ever the true Israelite, said with honesty Nothing good could come out of but my Beloved’s Nazareth composure is a delight unto me My Beloved with whom the lowly Shulammite is well pleased