At the foot of the cross I rest my head, for You walk with me and You bleed for me.
Holy and anointed One; You’re not far from me, rather, You draw near to me.
Over weakness, sickness, pain, hurts, confusion, lack, and need, I will sing, “Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus!”
(Song of songs 2:3-4), she is speaking about delighting to sit in His shade. She describes Him as a tree whose fruit is sweet to her taste.
How could I have missed it? This is the tree He was raised on for me. I sit at His feet while He is hung for me and He becomes My covering. The blood that pours over me is the fruit of His suffering which marks my life forever, and causes me to be a delight unto Thee. Now, I know. I have tasted and I have seen the costliest of sacrifices and yet still this gift remains free. So do not awaken me, or tell me I’ve been at the feet for “too long,” because one day in eternity we will all join in on this one song, “Holy, Holy, Holy.” Look at what the sacrifice of the Lamb has done for all of humanity. So here at the foot of the cross you’ll find me doing whatever it cost me to spend a lifetime being His. Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her Beloved? Look! Its the bride with her Bridegroom, the eternal King of glory who sits enthroned forever.

Through the cloud of peace,
Beyond a place of earth and
Over the treacherous peaks,
Among a world of enchantments,
Outside the entrapment of freedom,
Throughout the mysteries of a waterfall,
Above the shimmering stars,
Lies the purist Love,
In a world far above,
Within the heavens is a wondrous place,
Inside the mind of imagining faith,
A dream is something that helps
you through life,
It’s a secret place where you can go
to hide.

Prepositional Poetry written when I was in my younger years… high school (2001). I have no idea what prepositional poetry is anymore but wow I’m inspired to learn more of where this came from. Hope it’s still locked safe somewhere deep inside.

Nicole L Varga
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“Transformed”

Oh, the love that flows deep from within,
It is a gift which heaven alone could send!
There was a time my heart lacked grace,
But then all was changed by His loving embrace.

He showed me the anger deep in my soul,
And asked me to forgive both friend and foe.
To be released of a burden that was once so great,
And be found so blessed within this wondrous new state!

Oh, the joys of loving all who come near,
And no longer be ruled by hate and fear.
What a burden it was to be God’s “right hand,”
When it was not my job to take such a stand.

It was mine rather to forgive and show His mercy so fair,
To all who would ask what is this hope that I share.
It is not mine to correct those with whom I do not agree,
But rather His place to give me eyes which can see.

Oh, Father, let me see clearly just as you do see,
And not like the blind man who sees only partially.
Men may be trees walking yet without hope,
But they are called to your light though in darkness they grope.

Your Son did not come to condemn men in their sin,
But rather show them the way by a love which does win.
To see them raised up to heaven’s high plane
And put their faith only in Jesus’ great name.

Oh, the wonders of a transformed new heart,
Into this instrument of love, heaven’s work of art.
Father don’t stop in me your work of grace,
Until those who see me, behold Jesus’ sweet face.

http://michaeldc110.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/transformed/
In His love,
Michael Clark

IN YOUR ARMS…

There is a land not known before
Where surging billows touch the shore
Not loud and mighty as you’d think
But soft and slightly on the brink

Of a new life you could not see
As long as you swam in the sea
Of trouble, trial, and distress
You thought that life was all a mess

But suddenly and unforeseen
There is the King who calls His Queen
To leave the troubled sea behind
And enter rest that’s God-designed

You take her hand and draw her near
Close to Your heart, she has no fear
To touch You since You are her Man
Who pleases her like God just can

You stilled the waters, calmed the storm
The air blows gentle, mild and warm
No need is here to hide a thing
Since all is bright, there is no sting

Of death, of anger, wrath or strife
Instead, here’s only love and life
Your eyes so tender, warm and pure
A gaze from You is like a cure

That makes forget all ever done
Your presence here shines like the sun
Embraced by You for hours long
Enjoying peace and love so strong

That waters never ever quench
Love’s liquid flames which like a drench
Drown senses and awake what’s new
In blissful hugs that come from You

http://susanneschuberth.wordpress.com/2014/10/27/in-your-arms/

Much love,
Susanne from Bavaria

Prayer is the key and praise opens the gate.

Petitions reach the throne and praise lifts the weight.

Pray without ceasing as onward you go

And praise in abundance will from your lips flow.

Pray for each other let your needs be known,

The Father will hear you from heavens throne.

Be still as the Spirit speaks unto you

Then praise the Father for what He will do.

Prayer will make old things become new

As praise makes them something special to you.

Jerry Sledge

Prayer Warrior Mar 2001

As you beseech heaven’s throne

Be assured you’re not alone.

Multitudes around the globe

Have put on their priestly robe

Of righteousness and purity of heart

Then into spiritual warfare they start

To war against Satan’s lair

Principalities and powers of the air.

Fight on, gentle warrior of the Cross.

Fight on counting all things but loss.

Pray on through the night

Carrying on the good fight.

It’s not by your strength and power

That gives victory in your prayer hour.

Not by might nor power, says the Word.

But by My Spirit says the Lord.

Jerry Sledge

Gentle Warrior Apr 2001

Gentle warrior, lowly and meek,

The will of the Father is what you seek.

It’s the power of God that you’ll inherit.

The power’s not your own but of the Spirit.

The battle is won down on your knees

When the power of the Spirit you release.

Gentle warrior, mighty in battle,

The gates of hell you will rattle

When in the late night hours you pray on

Indwelt by the power of God’s own Son.

The title “Prayer Warrior” will be yours.

All the promises of God Are open doors.

Only this know and realize

The battle’s not won by your size

Jerry Sledge

This is not the best your love can be.

Love will get better. Just wait you’ll see.

When you’re with each other from dawn to dawn

Time will pass and love grows on.

Each new day is another chance

To be with each other in love’s new dance.

Expectations will try to change the tune

When you get a mountain instead of the moon.

Prayer will even the highs and lows.

God will help you through life’s blows.

In the end you can look back and see

Your love is never the best it can be.

Jerry Sledge