Today is just one of those days when you need lots of Jesus, and lots of grace the whole way around. Jill captured the whole story right here in her lyrics...this is a tough place to be, but we can't change people who want to live in "hater nation". Jesus said it and it is all you can do..."Pray for your enemies."
If I could give you the world
On a silver platter
It wouldn't even matter
You'd still be mad at me
If I can find in all this
A dozen roses
Which I would give to you
You'd still be miserable
In reality
I'm gonna be who I be
And I don't feel no fault
For all the lies that you bought
You can try as you may
Break me down when I say
That it ain't up to you
Go on and do what you do
Hate on me hater
Now or Later
Cause I will still be me
And you'll be mad about it baby
Go ahead and hate on me hater
I'm not afraid of what I get paid for
You can hate on me
Oooh if I gave you peaches
Out of my garden
And I made you a peach cobbler
Would you slap me out?
Wonder if I gave you diamonds...
Would you feel the love in that
Or ask "Why didn't you give me the moon?"
If I gave you sanity
For the whole of humanity
Had all the solutions for the pain and pollution
No matter where I live
Despite the things I give
You'll always be this way
So go ahead and....
Hate on me hater
I'm not afraid of what I get paid for
You can hate on me
Cause you see...You cannot hate on me
Cause my mind is free....and I know my destiny
So shall it be..
So shall it be.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
"Forgive" Ransomed Heart Ministries
We must forgive those who hurt us. The reason is simple: Bitterness and unforgiveness are claws that set their hooks deep in our hearts; they are chains that keep us held captive to the wounds and the messages of those wounds. Until you forgive, you remain their prisoner. Paul warns us that unforgiveness and bitterness can wreck our lives and the lives of others (Eph. 4:31; Heb. 12:15). We have to let them go. Forgive as Christ has forgiven you. (Col 3:13) Now – listen carefully. Forgiveness is a choice. It is not a feeling – don’t try and feel forgiving. It is an act of the will. “Don’t wait to forgive until you feel like forgiving,” wrote Neil Anderson. “You will never get there. Feelings take time to heal after the choice to forgive is made . . .” We allow God to bring the hurt up from our past, for “if your forgiveness doesn’t visit the emotional core of your life, it will be incomplete.” We acknowledge that it hurt, that it mattered, and we choose to extend forgiveness to our father, our mother, those who hurt us. This is not saying, “It didn’t really matter”; it is not saying, “I probably deserved part of it anyway.” Forgiveness says, “It was wrong. Very wrong. It mattered, hurt me deeply. And I release you. I give you to God.” It might help to remember that those who hurt you were also deeply wounded themselves. They were broken hearts, broken when they were young, and they fell captive to the Enemy. They were in fact pawns in his hands. This doesn’t absolve them of the choices they made, the things they did. It just helps us to let them go – to realize that they were shattered souls themselves, used by our true Enemy in his war against femininity. (Captivating, 102-103)
"Too Easily Pleased" Ransomed Heart Ministries
We usually think of the middle years of the Christian life as a time of acquiring better habits and their accompanying virtues. But inviting Jesus into the “aching abyss” of our heart, perhaps has more to do with holding our heart hopefully in partial emptiness in a way that allows desire to be rekindled. “Discipline imposed from the outside eventually defeats when it is not matched by desire from within,” said Dawson Trotman. There comes a place on our spiritual journey where renewed religious activity is of no use whatsoever. It is the place where God holds out his hand and asks us to give up our lovers and come and live with him in a much more personal way. It is the place of relational intimacy that Satan lured Adam and Eve away from so long ago in the Garden of Eden. We are both drawn to it and fear it. Part of us would rather return to Scripture memorization, or Bible study, or service—anything that would save us from the unknowns of walking with God. We are partly convinced our life is elsewhere. We are deceived.“We are half-hearted creatures,” says Lewis in The Weight of Glory, “fooling about with drink and sex and ambition [and religious effort] when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.” (The Sacred Romance , 137)
From The Ransomed Heart, by John Eldredge, reading 329 Ransomed Heart Ministries www.ransomedheart.com
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
"I Don't Know Why" by Shawn Colvin
I don't know why
The sky is so blue
And I don't know why
I'm so in love with you
But if there were no music
then I would not get through
I don't know why
I know these things, but I do
I don't know why
But somewhere dreams come true
And I don't know where
But there will be a place for you
And every time you look that way
I would lay down my life for you
I don't know why
I know these things, but I do
I don't know why
But some are going to make you cry
And I don't know why
But I will get you by....I will try
They're not trying to cause you pain
They're just afraid of loving you
I don't know why
I know these things, but I do
I don't know why
The trees grow so tall
I don't know why
I don't know anything at all
But if there were no music
Then I would not get through
I don't know why
I know these things, but I do
I don't know why
I know these things but I do
The sky is so blue
And I don't know why
I'm so in love with you
But if there were no music
then I would not get through
I don't know why
I know these things, but I do
I don't know why
But somewhere dreams come true
And I don't know where
But there will be a place for you
And every time you look that way
I would lay down my life for you
I don't know why
I know these things, but I do
I don't know why
But some are going to make you cry
And I don't know why
But I will get you by....I will try
They're not trying to cause you pain
They're just afraid of loving you
I don't know why
I know these things, but I do
I don't know why
The trees grow so tall
I don't know why
I don't know anything at all
But if there were no music
Then I would not get through
I don't know why
I know these things, but I do
I don't know why
I know these things but I do
Thursday, December 6, 2007
"Great Friends"
I got a call out of the blue today from a friend that I haven't seen in years who is one of the most incredible musicians and writers I have ever known. It was such a surprise and great to hear from him . If I were to mention his name you might not recognize it but if I started to name the songs he has written( that we all know), the list would be amazing!! We talked for a long time and caught up on old friends, his work, and his great success and all the pressures and responsibilities that go along with that, and music among other things. He said he was thinking about some of the Christmas albums he has played on, and thought about a session that we had done together with alot of the country music stars here in Nashville. We laughed alot remembering how they had the studio decorated and Christmas cookies and eggnog, and oh by the way it was one year in July!!! He said he thought about all the great times we had working together, and had to track me down and call me! We are going to talk again soon...he is heading out to Aspen for a couple of weeks. This is definately a season of surprises! So keep expecting wonderful things!!
Monday, December 3, 2007
"The Essence of A Woman"
I hope you are all blessed with this....John and Stasi Eldredge's ministry speaks my heart.....
The Essence of a Woman12/02/2007
When we speak about the essence of a woman – her beauty – we don’t mean “the perfect figure.” The beauty of a woman is first a soulish beauty. We know – it’s a harder jump to make. We’ve lived so long under the pressure to be beautiful. But stay with the thought for a moment, because it will really help. The beauty of a woman is first a soulful beauty. And yes, as we live it out, own it, inhabit our beauty, we do become more lovely. More alluring. As the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins wrote, “Self flashes off frame and face.” Our true self becomes reflected in our appearance. But it flows from the inside out.The essence of a woman is Beauty. She is meant to be the incarnation – our experience in human form – of a Captivating God. A Godwho invites us.“You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.” (Songs 4:9, 15)Beauty is what the world longs to experience from a woman. We know that – somewhere down deep, we know it to be true. Most of our shame comes from this knowing and feeling that we have failed here. So hear this: Beauty is an essence that dwells inevery woman. It was given to her by God. It was given to you.Surely you would agree that God is nothing if not beautiful. All around us God’s creation shouts of his beauty and his goodness. The way snow creates a silhouette of lace on a barren tree, the rays of sun streaming forth from a billowing cloud, the sound of a brook trickling over smooth stones, the form of a woman’s body and the face of a child anticipating the arrival of the ice cream truck all speak of God’s good heart if we will have but the eyes to see. The coming of spring after a hard winter is almost too glorious for a soul to bear. God’s beauty is lavished on the world.Beauty may be the most powerful thing on earth. Beauty speaks. Beauty invites. Beauty nourishes. Beauty comforts. Beauty inspires. Beauty is transcendent. Beauty draws us to God. A woman in her glory, a woman of beauty, is a woman who is not striving to become beautiful or worthy or enough. She knows in her quiet centre where God dwells that He finds her beautiful, has deemed her worthy and in him, she is enough. In fact, the only thing getting in the way of our being fully captivating and enjoyed is our hiding and striving. So Jesus says, “I will quiet you with My love” (Zephaniah 3:17). A woman of true beauty is a woman who in the depths of her soul is at rest; trusting God because she has come to know Him to be worthy of her trust. She exudes a sense of calm; a sense of rest; and invites those around her to rest as well. She speaks comfort; that all is well; that all will be well. A woman of true beauty offers others the grace to be and the room to become. In her presence, one can release the tight sigh that so often grips our hearts, and breathe in the truth that God loves us and he is good.This is why we must keep asking. Ask Jesus to show you your beauty. Ask him what he thinks of you as a woman. His words to us let us rest. And unveil our beauty. (Captivating , 130-132)
From The Ransomed Heart, by John Eldredge, reading 336 Ransomed Heart Ministries www.ransomedheart.com
The Essence of a Woman12/02/2007
When we speak about the essence of a woman – her beauty – we don’t mean “the perfect figure.” The beauty of a woman is first a soulish beauty. We know – it’s a harder jump to make. We’ve lived so long under the pressure to be beautiful. But stay with the thought for a moment, because it will really help. The beauty of a woman is first a soulful beauty. And yes, as we live it out, own it, inhabit our beauty, we do become more lovely. More alluring. As the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins wrote, “Self flashes off frame and face.” Our true self becomes reflected in our appearance. But it flows from the inside out.The essence of a woman is Beauty. She is meant to be the incarnation – our experience in human form – of a Captivating God. A Godwho invites us.“You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.” (Songs 4:9, 15)Beauty is what the world longs to experience from a woman. We know that – somewhere down deep, we know it to be true. Most of our shame comes from this knowing and feeling that we have failed here. So hear this: Beauty is an essence that dwells inevery woman. It was given to her by God. It was given to you.Surely you would agree that God is nothing if not beautiful. All around us God’s creation shouts of his beauty and his goodness. The way snow creates a silhouette of lace on a barren tree, the rays of sun streaming forth from a billowing cloud, the sound of a brook trickling over smooth stones, the form of a woman’s body and the face of a child anticipating the arrival of the ice cream truck all speak of God’s good heart if we will have but the eyes to see. The coming of spring after a hard winter is almost too glorious for a soul to bear. God’s beauty is lavished on the world.Beauty may be the most powerful thing on earth. Beauty speaks. Beauty invites. Beauty nourishes. Beauty comforts. Beauty inspires. Beauty is transcendent. Beauty draws us to God. A woman in her glory, a woman of beauty, is a woman who is not striving to become beautiful or worthy or enough. She knows in her quiet centre where God dwells that He finds her beautiful, has deemed her worthy and in him, she is enough. In fact, the only thing getting in the way of our being fully captivating and enjoyed is our hiding and striving. So Jesus says, “I will quiet you with My love” (Zephaniah 3:17). A woman of true beauty is a woman who in the depths of her soul is at rest; trusting God because she has come to know Him to be worthy of her trust. She exudes a sense of calm; a sense of rest; and invites those around her to rest as well. She speaks comfort; that all is well; that all will be well. A woman of true beauty offers others the grace to be and the room to become. In her presence, one can release the tight sigh that so often grips our hearts, and breathe in the truth that God loves us and he is good.This is why we must keep asking. Ask Jesus to show you your beauty. Ask him what he thinks of you as a woman. His words to us let us rest. And unveil our beauty. (Captivating , 130-132)
From The Ransomed Heart, by John Eldredge, reading 336 Ransomed Heart Ministries www.ransomedheart.com
"Ought Is Not Enough"
Once again from "Ransomed Heart Ministries"
Ought Is Not Enough12/01/2007
When the going gets rough, we’re going nowhere without desire. And the going will get rough. The world, the minions of darkness, and your own double-mindedness are all set against you. Just try coming alive, try living from your heart for the Sacred Romance and watch how the world responds. They will hate you for it and will do everything in their power to get you to fall back into the comfort of the way things were. Your passion will disrupt them, because it sides with their own heart which they’ve tried so hard to put away. If they can’t convince you to live from the safer places they have chosen, they will try intimidation. If that fails, they’ll try to kill you—if not literally, then at the level of your soul.Jeremiah lived the struggle of desire. He knew the deep ambivalence of living for the Sacred Romance. His decision to trust in the love of God and join the battle for the hearts of his people made him an outcast, a pariah. Like the Master he served, he was “despised and rejected by men.” After years of opposition, getting tossed naked into the bottom of wells, plots against his life, the shame of false accusations and the loneliness of isolation, Jeremiah has had it. He is ready to throw in the towel. He lets the passion of his soul forth, directly at God:O Lord, you deceived me, and I was deceived;you overpowered me and prevailed.I am ridiculed all day long;everyone mocks me. . . .So the word of the Lord has brought meinsult and reproach all day long.But if I say, “I will not mention himor speak any more in his name,”his word is in my heart like a fire,a fire shut up in my bones.I am weary of holding it in;indeed, I cannot. (20:7–9)He says, in effect, “You put this Romance in my heart, you drew me out on this wild adventure—how could I keep from following? But now that I have, it has only brought me the fury of my community. And what’s worse, I cannot walk away. I’m trapped by my desire for you.” Jeremiah may have become a prophet initially out of a sense of duty, but now he is caught up in the Sacred Romance because he can’t help it. When the going gets rough, ought is not enough to keep you going.(The Sacred Romance , 198, 199)
From The Ransomed Heart, by John Eldredge, reading 335 Ransomed Heart Ministries www.ransomedheart.com
Ought Is Not Enough12/01/2007
When the going gets rough, we’re going nowhere without desire. And the going will get rough. The world, the minions of darkness, and your own double-mindedness are all set against you. Just try coming alive, try living from your heart for the Sacred Romance and watch how the world responds. They will hate you for it and will do everything in their power to get you to fall back into the comfort of the way things were. Your passion will disrupt them, because it sides with their own heart which they’ve tried so hard to put away. If they can’t convince you to live from the safer places they have chosen, they will try intimidation. If that fails, they’ll try to kill you—if not literally, then at the level of your soul.Jeremiah lived the struggle of desire. He knew the deep ambivalence of living for the Sacred Romance. His decision to trust in the love of God and join the battle for the hearts of his people made him an outcast, a pariah. Like the Master he served, he was “despised and rejected by men.” After years of opposition, getting tossed naked into the bottom of wells, plots against his life, the shame of false accusations and the loneliness of isolation, Jeremiah has had it. He is ready to throw in the towel. He lets the passion of his soul forth, directly at God:O Lord, you deceived me, and I was deceived;you overpowered me and prevailed.I am ridiculed all day long;everyone mocks me. . . .So the word of the Lord has brought meinsult and reproach all day long.But if I say, “I will not mention himor speak any more in his name,”his word is in my heart like a fire,a fire shut up in my bones.I am weary of holding it in;indeed, I cannot. (20:7–9)He says, in effect, “You put this Romance in my heart, you drew me out on this wild adventure—how could I keep from following? But now that I have, it has only brought me the fury of my community. And what’s worse, I cannot walk away. I’m trapped by my desire for you.” Jeremiah may have become a prophet initially out of a sense of duty, but now he is caught up in the Sacred Romance because he can’t help it. When the going gets rough, ought is not enough to keep you going.(The Sacred Romance , 198, 199)
From The Ransomed Heart, by John Eldredge, reading 335 Ransomed Heart Ministries www.ransomedheart.com
Friday, November 30, 2007
"Waiting"
I had lunch with one of my dearest friends today before she heads out west with her husband Tommy to spend the next month with their daughter Fallon, and son-in law Justin,(who I love so much:) and the two grandbabies in Prescott Arizona, where Justin is worship leader at a church there. We all just had the most wonderful reunion and dinner together with Nina's mom and dad about two weeks ago at their beautiful home up on the hill here in Franklin. As I drove up the hill to the house that night I reminised about all the good times...I remembered the big white tents when Justin and Fallon got married, and all the evenings with all the kids and writers and singers sitting around the bonfires and all the good music, when the road was not paved and it was hold on for your life as we would climb the hill with all of us piled up in Tommy and Nina's SUV and all the laughter. I will miss them very much during this season. The holidays can magnify so much when you are alone, without family, or children, and waiting on the Lord for the next step in your life. Nina and I were talking about all the varying vicissitudes in my life....we talked about waiting, and how it always seems we are all waiting on something at different times in our lives, and how God can be silent at times.
Those are the times that he wants us to just wait on him. I thought quietly. Nina looked at me and said "Patricia, we can't be sad in the waiting.." Nina can definately read me. I somehow felt all the lights go on! Nina said "What is the scripture Patricia... "Be strong and of good courage" And I do need to be strong right now and courageous! We talked about the fruits of the Spirit...Peace, Joy, Love,....Don't you want to show up for someone you love like that? It is the desire of my heart to show up for the people that I love like that. Maybe we can all gain some encouragement from these scriptures....while we are waiting.
Mr. Websters dictionary defined the word "wait" for us..."in waiting.... in attendance as upon a royal personage"......To remain or rest in expectation...to remain or be in readiness....serving, or bring in attendance.....
Here are some scripture verses....
Hebrews 6:15 "And so after waiting patiently Abraham recieved what was promised."
Psalm 5:3 "In the morning Oh Lord you hear my voice in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in anticipation."
Psalm 27:14 "Wait for the Lord..be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."
Psalm 38:15 "I wait for you Oh Lord...you will answer Oh Lord my God."
Psalm 130:16 "My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning."
Habakkuk 2:3 "For the revelation awaits an appointed time it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it lingers...wait for it...it will certainly come and will not delay!"
Those are the times that he wants us to just wait on him. I thought quietly. Nina looked at me and said "Patricia, we can't be sad in the waiting.." Nina can definately read me. I somehow felt all the lights go on! Nina said "What is the scripture Patricia... "Be strong and of good courage" And I do need to be strong right now and courageous! We talked about the fruits of the Spirit...Peace, Joy, Love,....Don't you want to show up for someone you love like that? It is the desire of my heart to show up for the people that I love like that. Maybe we can all gain some encouragement from these scriptures....while we are waiting.
Mr. Websters dictionary defined the word "wait" for us..."in waiting.... in attendance as upon a royal personage"......To remain or rest in expectation...to remain or be in readiness....serving, or bring in attendance.....
Here are some scripture verses....
Hebrews 6:15 "And so after waiting patiently Abraham recieved what was promised."
Psalm 5:3 "In the morning Oh Lord you hear my voice in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in anticipation."
Psalm 27:14 "Wait for the Lord..be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."
Psalm 38:15 "I wait for you Oh Lord...you will answer Oh Lord my God."
Psalm 130:16 "My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning."
Habakkuk 2:3 "For the revelation awaits an appointed time it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it lingers...wait for it...it will certainly come and will not delay!"
"Eve Is Essential"
From my Daily Readings... "Ransomed Heart Ministries" John and Stasi Eldredge
I just recieved this and wanted to share the beauty of it. This is so powerful and opens up a whole new view. If you really" get this" it will make your heart sing. I so pray for men and women who will really "get this " together, and experience a taste of heaven on earth. God bless you John and Stasi Eldredge.
When God creates Eve, he calls her an "ezer kenegdo". "It is not good for the man to be alone, I shall make him a "ezer kenegdo." (Gen. 2:18). This phrase is not notoriously difficult to translate. The various attempts we have in English tend to be "helper" or "companion" or the notorious "help meet." Why are these translations so incredibly wimpy, boring, flat...dissapointing? What is a help meet, anyway? What little girl dances through the house singing "One day I shall be a help meet?" Companion? A dog can be a companion. Helper? Sounds like Hamburger Helper. Hebrew scholar Robert Alter is getting close when he translates it "sustainer beside him."
The word ezer is used only 20 other places in the entire Old Testament. And in every other instance the person being described is God himself, when you need him to come through for you desperately.
God is your only hope. Your ezer. If he is not there beside you..you are dead. A better translation therefore of ezer would be"life saver." Kenegdo means alongside, or opposite to a counterpart.
You see, the life God calls us to is not a safe life. Ask Joseph, Abraham, Moses, Deborah, Esther-any of the friends of God from the Old Testament. Ask Mary and Lazarus, ask Peter, James and John, ask Priscilla and Aquila-any of the friends of God in the New Testament. God calls us to a life involving frequent risks and many dangers. Why else would we need him to be our ezer? You don't need a life saver if your mission is couch potato. You need an ezer when your life is in constant danger.
That longing in the heart of a woman to share life together as a great adventure-that comes straight from the heart of God, who also longs for this. He does not want to be an option in our lives. He does not want to be an appendage, a tag-along. Neither does any woman. God is essential. Eve is essential. She has an irreplaceable role to play.
I just recieved this and wanted to share the beauty of it. This is so powerful and opens up a whole new view. If you really" get this" it will make your heart sing. I so pray for men and women who will really "get this " together, and experience a taste of heaven on earth. God bless you John and Stasi Eldredge.
When God creates Eve, he calls her an "ezer kenegdo". "It is not good for the man to be alone, I shall make him a "ezer kenegdo." (Gen. 2:18). This phrase is not notoriously difficult to translate. The various attempts we have in English tend to be "helper" or "companion" or the notorious "help meet." Why are these translations so incredibly wimpy, boring, flat...dissapointing? What is a help meet, anyway? What little girl dances through the house singing "One day I shall be a help meet?" Companion? A dog can be a companion. Helper? Sounds like Hamburger Helper. Hebrew scholar Robert Alter is getting close when he translates it "sustainer beside him."
The word ezer is used only 20 other places in the entire Old Testament. And in every other instance the person being described is God himself, when you need him to come through for you desperately.
God is your only hope. Your ezer. If he is not there beside you..you are dead. A better translation therefore of ezer would be"life saver." Kenegdo means alongside, or opposite to a counterpart.
You see, the life God calls us to is not a safe life. Ask Joseph, Abraham, Moses, Deborah, Esther-any of the friends of God from the Old Testament. Ask Mary and Lazarus, ask Peter, James and John, ask Priscilla and Aquila-any of the friends of God in the New Testament. God calls us to a life involving frequent risks and many dangers. Why else would we need him to be our ezer? You don't need a life saver if your mission is couch potato. You need an ezer when your life is in constant danger.
That longing in the heart of a woman to share life together as a great adventure-that comes straight from the heart of God, who also longs for this. He does not want to be an option in our lives. He does not want to be an appendage, a tag-along. Neither does any woman. God is essential. Eve is essential. She has an irreplaceable role to play.
Monday, November 19, 2007
"Thanksgiving"
I need to take this walk in the woods
And sit by the fire's warmth
The battle has been long and hard
But the ship is headed right on course
For healing...
For two hearts healing
Last night at midnight it began to rain
God knew I needed a release
So He opened up the skies for me
And together, the sky and I began to weep
It is still raining
And for right now
It is a gift so sweet
At this place on the journey
There is a chasm so wide and deep
That refuses my passage
Through any self effort
And it is God's intention
To use this place
To erradicate my heart's walls and any obstacles
That might separate
I will lay this love on the altar
Totally committed
To sink or swim
And give what is most precious to me
In complete consecration
Back to him
And trust him in its safekeeping
I need His revelation
In this place I have never been
Holy Spirit bring your comfort
I'm so in need of consolation..
In this lovers torment of separation
This curious paralell
For here is where we are stripped of the
Protective clothing of fig leafs and roles
I keep hearing "Baby shoot straight from the heart"
Faith and trust are called for in ways
That I have not previously known
I must have an abandoned, ruthless trust in God.
This is not a journey for the faint of heart
For this is the way of The Sacred Romance
To get to "the state of the art"...
There is a damsel captive in a tower
From which she cannot break free...
But when the winds blow cold...
And there is no one to hold her..
She knows and truly believes....that
Still.....God has something up his sleeve.
For it is never one's place to make His promise come to pass...
All he requires is for me to believe.
And sit by the fire's warmth
The battle has been long and hard
But the ship is headed right on course
For healing...
For two hearts healing
Last night at midnight it began to rain
God knew I needed a release
So He opened up the skies for me
And together, the sky and I began to weep
It is still raining
And for right now
It is a gift so sweet
At this place on the journey
There is a chasm so wide and deep
That refuses my passage
Through any self effort
And it is God's intention
To use this place
To erradicate my heart's walls and any obstacles
That might separate
I will lay this love on the altar
Totally committed
To sink or swim
And give what is most precious to me
In complete consecration
Back to him
And trust him in its safekeeping
I need His revelation
In this place I have never been
Holy Spirit bring your comfort
I'm so in need of consolation..
In this lovers torment of separation
This curious paralell
For here is where we are stripped of the
Protective clothing of fig leafs and roles
I keep hearing "Baby shoot straight from the heart"
Faith and trust are called for in ways
That I have not previously known
I must have an abandoned, ruthless trust in God.
This is not a journey for the faint of heart
For this is the way of The Sacred Romance
To get to "the state of the art"...
There is a damsel captive in a tower
From which she cannot break free...
But when the winds blow cold...
And there is no one to hold her..
She knows and truly believes....that
Still.....God has something up his sleeve.
For it is never one's place to make His promise come to pass...
All he requires is for me to believe.
"All For You"
The skies of blue
The fields of green
Are all for you
The silver moon
The shining sea
Are all for you
For you the wind blows
For you the river flows
And everything you ever dream about
Even the love you dream of too...
Is all for you
By John Smith & Lisa Aschman
The fields of green
Are all for you
The silver moon
The shining sea
Are all for you
For you the wind blows
For you the river flows
And everything you ever dream about
Even the love you dream of too...
Is all for you
By John Smith & Lisa Aschman
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
"I'll Still Be Loving You"
Changing my life with your love
Has been so easy for you
And I'm amazed everyday
And I'll need you
Till all the mountains are valleys
And every ocean runs dry
My Love
I'll be yours until the sun doesn't shine
Till time stands still
Until the winds don't blow
When today is just a memory to me
I know
I'll still be loving
You
I'll still be loving you
Never before ...did I know
How loving someone could be
Now I can see
You and me..for a lifetime
Until the last moon is rising
You'll see the love in my eyes
My Love...
I'll be yours until the sun doesn't shine
Till time stands still
Until the winds don't blow
When today is just a memory to me I know...
I'll still be loving...
I'll still be loving you
I'll still be loving you
I'll still be loving...I'll still be loving you.
Ill still be loving you
by Todd Cerney for Restless Heart
Has been so easy for you
And I'm amazed everyday
And I'll need you
Till all the mountains are valleys
And every ocean runs dry
My Love
I'll be yours until the sun doesn't shine
Till time stands still
Until the winds don't blow
When today is just a memory to me
I know
I'll still be loving
You
I'll still be loving you
Never before ...did I know
How loving someone could be
Now I can see
You and me..for a lifetime
Until the last moon is rising
You'll see the love in my eyes
My Love...
I'll be yours until the sun doesn't shine
Till time stands still
Until the winds don't blow
When today is just a memory to me I know...
I'll still be loving...
I'll still be loving you
I'll still be loving you
I'll still be loving...I'll still be loving you.
Ill still be loving you
by Todd Cerney for Restless Heart
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
"Deep Unto Deep"
There dwells a light behind his skin
And a light within his eyes
Every gesture so kind and gentle
Every word spoken low and wise
And I , so blessed to see his smiling face
Blessed, to feel such redeeming grace
Looking back at me
So unexpected....
This love
In the deepest degree
I was caught by suprise
One summer's eve
Never knowing what the day would bring
He walks in realms where the angels dwell
And they smile when they hear him sing
And I , so blessed because I can see
He walks in beauty and I believe
I hear the music of heaven when he speaks to me
So unprecedented to the likes of me....
So unexpected...
This love... in the deepest degree
And a light within his eyes
Every gesture so kind and gentle
Every word spoken low and wise
And I , so blessed to see his smiling face
Blessed, to feel such redeeming grace
Looking back at me
So unexpected....
This love
In the deepest degree
I was caught by suprise
One summer's eve
Never knowing what the day would bring
He walks in realms where the angels dwell
And they smile when they hear him sing
And I , so blessed because I can see
He walks in beauty and I believe
I hear the music of heaven when he speaks to me
So unprecedented to the likes of me....
So unexpected...
This love... in the deepest degree
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
"Dawn"
Morning glory, you who bring the sweetest blossom by morning light
Morning glory, creations splendor who knows nothing of the night
I see the blackest firefly by day
Unnoticed as it skirts the sky to play.
And though we occupy and take our place
We feel the void that separates by time and space
Tied and trellised she grows amidst the Queen Anne's Lace
By night he flies to bring his light and shining grace
Both appearing in the light for all to see
Still I do not know you
Still you do not know me
Obscured from one another like a mystery
Watching close while you ascend to azure skies
While the blossom... just once unfurls it's beauty
Then will close and die.
While he who skirts the wind and takes in majestic view.
Tender blossom revels in refreshing morning dew
Contented in this peace I've come to know
Be it glorious morning or the light from the fireflies glow
To one who gives and loves unselfishly
Still I do not know you
Still....you do not know me.
Morning glory, creations splendor who knows nothing of the night
I see the blackest firefly by day
Unnoticed as it skirts the sky to play.
And though we occupy and take our place
We feel the void that separates by time and space
Tied and trellised she grows amidst the Queen Anne's Lace
By night he flies to bring his light and shining grace
Both appearing in the light for all to see
Still I do not know you
Still you do not know me
Obscured from one another like a mystery
Watching close while you ascend to azure skies
While the blossom... just once unfurls it's beauty
Then will close and die.
While he who skirts the wind and takes in majestic view.
Tender blossom revels in refreshing morning dew
Contented in this peace I've come to know
Be it glorious morning or the light from the fireflies glow
To one who gives and loves unselfishly
Still I do not know you
Still....you do not know me.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Gandhi...
"The things that can destroy us" said Gandhi, "are politics without principle; pleasure without conscience; wealth without work; knowledge without charachter; business without morality; science without humanity; and worship without sacrifice."
Friday, June 29, 2007
Departures
I get lost
Somewhere it seems
In the morning green
And the midnight blue
The blissful ins
And the aching outs
Of the wide eyed me
And the pensive you
The hot and the cold
The yin and the yang
Undispersed in it's origin.... from where it all began
And now without question
A mutter...or a yawn
I'm stunned here in the silence
Was it a game?
I seem to be the pawn
The brute....so cold and calloused
To the damsel in distress
You said "Let me be your hero..."
Now I must possibly... reassess
All of our comings....and our goings
You've lost the gentle art
Of candlelight and conversation
In these matters of the heart.
You like it existential
Never really taking part
We are Ansel's...."Rose and Driftwood......"
My heart's desire is... "state of the art"
As you carefully measure out
The emotionally complex components
But might I ask" Where is your heart?"
You..... engulfed.... in winter white
Standing on the side
And oh....so a la carte'
And me....all technicolor
Rainbows and bluebirds
Dancing in the light
As I try to express
My pleasure in the blend
Though I never acquired a taste..... for all that compromise
We're drifting
And I'm longing for the gentle art
Of candlelight
And conversation
In these matters of the heart.
Somewhere it seems
In the morning green
And the midnight blue
The blissful ins
And the aching outs
Of the wide eyed me
And the pensive you
The hot and the cold
The yin and the yang
Undispersed in it's origin.... from where it all began
And now without question
A mutter...or a yawn
I'm stunned here in the silence
Was it a game?
I seem to be the pawn
The brute....so cold and calloused
To the damsel in distress
You said "Let me be your hero..."
Now I must possibly... reassess
All of our comings....and our goings
You've lost the gentle art
Of candlelight and conversation
In these matters of the heart.
You like it existential
Never really taking part
We are Ansel's...."Rose and Driftwood......"
My heart's desire is... "state of the art"
As you carefully measure out
The emotionally complex components
But might I ask" Where is your heart?"
You..... engulfed.... in winter white
Standing on the side
And oh....so a la carte'
And me....all technicolor
Rainbows and bluebirds
Dancing in the light
As I try to express
My pleasure in the blend
Though I never acquired a taste..... for all that compromise
We're drifting
And I'm longing for the gentle art
Of candlelight
And conversation
In these matters of the heart.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
In Dreams
How will my lover come to me?
Through desert storms
Or on tumultuous seas
From a dark night of the soul
To the arms of his beloved devotee
And his desire's plea?
Tell me....how will my lover come to me?
Will it be a starry night?
With a moon so full of heaven's purest light
With a taste of fog still misted on his lips
Through a gentle golden rain
Or on a Paris street...near Saint Germain
To share our first kiss on the Champs Elyse's
And secure my heart as his "emminent domain"
Tell me....please....how will my lover come to me?
Yet ...if without him I must be
Then my heart will take its leave
And go to the Father...and make my plea to be content
But there is one thing....that needs no query
If this be not the man I marry
I cannot settle for a mere facsimile.
For knowing him...I am not the woman I used to be.
Through desert storms
Or on tumultuous seas
From a dark night of the soul
To the arms of his beloved devotee
And his desire's plea?
Tell me....how will my lover come to me?
Will it be a starry night?
With a moon so full of heaven's purest light
With a taste of fog still misted on his lips
Through a gentle golden rain
Or on a Paris street...near Saint Germain
To share our first kiss on the Champs Elyse's
And secure my heart as his "emminent domain"
Tell me....please....how will my lover come to me?
Yet ...if without him I must be
Then my heart will take its leave
And go to the Father...and make my plea to be content
But there is one thing....that needs no query
If this be not the man I marry
I cannot settle for a mere facsimile.
For knowing him...I am not the woman I used to be.
Clifford
"Where do such talents come from? Such musicians as Clifford...and how do we come to deserve such gifts? This sudden generosity.....the unexplainable giving that occurs in the midst of deprivation...for I discovered the moment of Clifford deep in the misery of one of the hardest years of my life. A door opened... and his music...unexpected and unearned by me was...suddenly mine, pure, clear, and free, as water was in my first years..."
Philip Levine
Friend of jazz trumpeter Clifford Brown
who died at the age of twenty six in an auto
accident. Philip Levine is the author of eighteen
volumes of poetry..... a book of essays, and most
recently"the Simple Truth"
Philip Levine
Friend of jazz trumpeter Clifford Brown
who died at the age of twenty six in an auto
accident. Philip Levine is the author of eighteen
volumes of poetry..... a book of essays, and most
recently"the Simple Truth"
Island Life
How cruel this ache no bend in the bow
Bereft of tender embrace as I watch you go
And I release
And let it be and you extol your praise of being free
Where lives your bliss?
Do you ever long to kiss?
But I suppose there is no need.
It's island life there is nothing more
And I
Drift back out to sea.
When the fear subsides with careful approach
You deem one blessed reach
With languid gait
Slightly droll you wait
Then turn your gaze back to me.
And I once again will pour out through heaven's door
And decorate your life
With all the colors that you think I do not see.
And even still ration out your well hewn time
In small sustain to me.
And I accept with firm resolve
These standards that remain
Though it be such new terrain
Here in this emotional vein
I know this is not merely by chance
To be destined here
As you draw near
In this extraordinary interpretive dance
Being well sustained..in soul and spirit...from whence I came
Though admitedly, still longing for a little romance.
Now I the muse
Must carefully choose
In this sacred and delicate collaboration
In the springtime thaw I remain enthralled
To be love's instrument in a symphony of such delicate transformation
And through this season of change
New life appears once again
And brings with it a precious revelation
So bend back the bow and let the arrow go
To love's joyful and fruitful destination
As I breathe and live, with so much to give
And revel in God's glorious creation.
Bereft of tender embrace as I watch you go
And I release
And let it be and you extol your praise of being free
Where lives your bliss?
Do you ever long to kiss?
But I suppose there is no need.
It's island life there is nothing more
And I
Drift back out to sea.
When the fear subsides with careful approach
You deem one blessed reach
With languid gait
Slightly droll you wait
Then turn your gaze back to me.
And I once again will pour out through heaven's door
And decorate your life
With all the colors that you think I do not see.
And even still ration out your well hewn time
In small sustain to me.
And I accept with firm resolve
These standards that remain
Though it be such new terrain
Here in this emotional vein
I know this is not merely by chance
To be destined here
As you draw near
In this extraordinary interpretive dance
Being well sustained..in soul and spirit...from whence I came
Though admitedly, still longing for a little romance.
Now I the muse
Must carefully choose
In this sacred and delicate collaboration
In the springtime thaw I remain enthralled
To be love's instrument in a symphony of such delicate transformation
And through this season of change
New life appears once again
And brings with it a precious revelation
So bend back the bow and let the arrow go
To love's joyful and fruitful destination
As I breathe and live, with so much to give
And revel in God's glorious creation.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
" Just Thee"
In this simplistic phrase I hear everything
Wonderful and dear that you mean to me
"Just Thee..."
In the fragrance of this rose
As I sit here on this beach and look out to sea
It's "Just Thee..."
You are ever present ever near
I feel your spirit, like this white foamed wave that washes over me
"Just Thee...."
The morning sun the sugar sand
And now the abundance of the sea has turned toward me
And in these shells I see
"Just Thee..."
In a single drop of rain scooting down this window pane I see
"Just Thee..."
And I never will forget your tenderness
And how your arms embraced the innocence in me.
"Just Thee..."
The world has accolades to bring
For all the words they've heard you bring
But as for me
What ever road I walk upon, when all these dreams have come and gone
I'll close my eyes and remember that for one moment
I stood in the presence of a king.
Wonderful and dear that you mean to me
"Just Thee..."
In the fragrance of this rose
As I sit here on this beach and look out to sea
It's "Just Thee..."
You are ever present ever near
I feel your spirit, like this white foamed wave that washes over me
"Just Thee...."
The morning sun the sugar sand
And now the abundance of the sea has turned toward me
And in these shells I see
"Just Thee..."
In a single drop of rain scooting down this window pane I see
"Just Thee..."
And I never will forget your tenderness
And how your arms embraced the innocence in me.
"Just Thee..."
The world has accolades to bring
For all the words they've heard you bring
But as for me
What ever road I walk upon, when all these dreams have come and gone
I'll close my eyes and remember that for one moment
I stood in the presence of a king.
Angela Rose
Whatever happened to Angela Rose?
The girl who loved "Stardust"
I guess the story goes
She fell in love with a man who played her beautiful songs
As she lay on her chaise in a pink satin gown
They would sit and talk on into the night
Then picnic in bed by the soft candlelight.
With the windows wide open in the arms of his muse
The sound of music and their laughter, echoed softly underneath a full April moon.
It was a renaissance love, with her renaissance man
Off the coast of Nantucket, they sailed and they swam
She tended her garden where the hollyhocks grew
Silent smiles by the fire sometimes they would sleep until noon.
With two Septembers past now, and falling leaves from the sycamore
She hummed "Moonlight in Vermont" in the kitchen
While baby Lily played on the floor.
With loving friends and close relations, around the table
He would say the prayer
Then after dinner, one of the children asked, "Dad...please tell us again, about the trip to France when you met that wild accordian player named Pierre!"
Amidst the laughter he would watch her clean the plates, and rearrange the chairs
And when their eyes met, she began to speak the words of the poem he wrote for her in Paris
While she smiled at him
And walked on up the stairs.
Tell me....what ever happened to Angela Rose?
The girl who loved "Stardust'
I guess the story goes
David saw her at a cafe in Paris just about a year ago
He said " She still has the face of an angel though her hair was white as snow."
They reminisced about Nantucket, the beach, and the bungalow
She said "He brought me heaven here on earth, and had I not loved him David
It was love itself I would have never known"
"And you know" he said , as he walked away
"She still wears that wonderful cologne."
Tell me......what ever happened to Angela Rose?
The girl who loved "Stardust"
I guess the story goes
She fell in love with a man who played her beautiful songs
As she lay on her chaise in a pink satin gown
They would sit and talk on into the night
Then picnic in bed by the soft candlelight.
With the windows wide open in the arms of his muse
The sound of music and their laughter, echoed softly underneath a full April moon.
It was a renaissance love, with her renaissance man
Off the coast of Nantucket, they sailed and they swam
She tended her garden where the hollyhocks grew
Silent smiles by the fire sometimes they would sleep until noon.
With two Septembers past now, and falling leaves from the sycamore
She hummed "Moonlight in Vermont" in the kitchen
While baby Lily played on the floor.
With loving friends and close relations, around the table
He would say the prayer
Then after dinner, one of the children asked, "Dad...please tell us again, about the trip to France when you met that wild accordian player named Pierre!"
Amidst the laughter he would watch her clean the plates, and rearrange the chairs
And when their eyes met, she began to speak the words of the poem he wrote for her in Paris
While she smiled at him
And walked on up the stairs.
Tell me....what ever happened to Angela Rose?
The girl who loved "Stardust'
I guess the story goes
David saw her at a cafe in Paris just about a year ago
He said " She still has the face of an angel though her hair was white as snow."
They reminisced about Nantucket, the beach, and the bungalow
She said "He brought me heaven here on earth, and had I not loved him David
It was love itself I would have never known"
"And you know" he said , as he walked away
"She still wears that wonderful cologne."
Tell me......what ever happened to Angela Rose?
"The Pearl"
I once felt the thrill of a blissful ascent
To a heavenly place I will never forget
We took to the sky
Far away from this world
You reached for my hand, and said
"Come with me baby girl"
Trapped in my cage, with my eyes on the sky
Afraid of the heights
But you knew I could fly
Shattered and mute, I hid for so long
Wanting to sing...so you gave me a song
You took all the fear...from a scared little girl
You gave me the moon
To wear as a pearl.
But now I'm flying solo...living in a garden up on the hill
The night is honeysuckle fragrant
With the peculiar song of the whippoorwill
I held him in my arms for a moment but he had to go away
And I really believe, if we are meant to be
He'll return to me someday
People see me smiling and they think I'm doing fine
But sometimes I cry
When I look up
And I see a little bird fly.....when I see a little bird fly.
To a heavenly place I will never forget
We took to the sky
Far away from this world
You reached for my hand, and said
"Come with me baby girl"
Trapped in my cage, with my eyes on the sky
Afraid of the heights
But you knew I could fly
Shattered and mute, I hid for so long
Wanting to sing...so you gave me a song
You took all the fear...from a scared little girl
You gave me the moon
To wear as a pearl.
But now I'm flying solo...living in a garden up on the hill
The night is honeysuckle fragrant
With the peculiar song of the whippoorwill
I held him in my arms for a moment but he had to go away
And I really believe, if we are meant to be
He'll return to me someday
People see me smiling and they think I'm doing fine
But sometimes I cry
When I look up
And I see a little bird fly.....when I see a little bird fly.
"Simply Because She Is"
She is not primarily functional
Though she capably serves the purpose for her design
She is primarily beautiful.
Not because of mere vain glorious, useful flesh
Or by the weak vacillating standards that the society casts its gluttonous eyes upon
Deeming her the"perfected pulchritude" of the hour
No, she is primarily beautiful, simply because of heaven's light that fills her eyes
And her breathless sigh at the sound of her newborn baby's cry
And a smile that rivals the morning sun
She is primarily beautiful simply because
She is.
Which is to say that her beauty is a great and glorious good
And something that he needs in large doses daily
And God has seen fit to arrange this for him
Yes her beauty personifies to him the very glory of God's creation
A taste of heaven here on earth.
She has become essential in his life
When she moves his eyes follow
And peace floods his soul
And somehow he knows that he has rounded a bend
And all manner of things will be well
With one glance and her smile she can free his heart and bring him hope
Yes he being like the winter earth longing for the sun
And not by any mere usefulness of her you see
But simply because she breathes
Simply because she is
Simply because of love.
Though she capably serves the purpose for her design
She is primarily beautiful.
Not because of mere vain glorious, useful flesh
Or by the weak vacillating standards that the society casts its gluttonous eyes upon
Deeming her the"perfected pulchritude" of the hour
No, she is primarily beautiful, simply because of heaven's light that fills her eyes
And her breathless sigh at the sound of her newborn baby's cry
And a smile that rivals the morning sun
She is primarily beautiful simply because
She is.
Which is to say that her beauty is a great and glorious good
And something that he needs in large doses daily
And God has seen fit to arrange this for him
Yes her beauty personifies to him the very glory of God's creation
A taste of heaven here on earth.
She has become essential in his life
When she moves his eyes follow
And peace floods his soul
And somehow he knows that he has rounded a bend
And all manner of things will be well
With one glance and her smile she can free his heart and bring him hope
Yes he being like the winter earth longing for the sun
And not by any mere usefulness of her you see
But simply because she breathes
Simply because she is
Simply because of love.
Friday, April 13, 2007
"Revealed"
Beneath the clouds
Above my head
Between the keys like a golden thread
I ponder things that I heard you said
And I write the words in Indian Red.
Beneath the pines
In the earthen brown
There lies a seed
Deep in the ground
And the truth that lies
In the living green
Is that something had to die in the evidence of things not seen
In the eleventh hour
Here upon my bed
I can see those words in Indian Red.
In despondent blue
I long to touch
Jesus with skin on
Would it be too much?
I ask again there is so much left unsaid
Not a sound do I utter
I am feeling led
To look at the words
In Indian Red
For all is revealed
In Indian Red.
Above my head
Between the keys like a golden thread
I ponder things that I heard you said
And I write the words in Indian Red.
Beneath the pines
In the earthen brown
There lies a seed
Deep in the ground
And the truth that lies
In the living green
Is that something had to die in the evidence of things not seen
In the eleventh hour
Here upon my bed
I can see those words in Indian Red.
In despondent blue
I long to touch
Jesus with skin on
Would it be too much?
I ask again there is so much left unsaid
Not a sound do I utter
I am feeling led
To look at the words
In Indian Red
For all is revealed
In Indian Red.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
" Far Side of the Moon"
He said "I've got a secret!"
She can see all of the sparks
He left the door cracked open
Just enough so she could see inside his heart
He staked his claim out in the West
She came to live down South
They both practice gentle customs
And understand a long lost art
He pursues what he desires
And longs to tell her how he feels
He sees her deep and tender soul
And wants her because she is real.
Sometimes he thinks she doesn't see him
For who he thinks he is
His address was the house of "smoke and mirrors"
He learned how to keep his heart well hid.
"Just suppose she has me so high up on some lofty cloud?"
But she is a woman who understands
That God can put the heart of a king
Inside of a flesh and blood man
And she loves this flesh and blood man.
When he looks inside her eyes they tell a story
Like a book that he once read of wistful poems
She let him read between the lines to find the answer
To a question he stopped asking so long ago
To him she is like a masterpiece on canvas
So exquisite in his sight she takes his breath
He recalls the words she wrote in full disclosure
Now he sees her captured in a light he can't forget
Now, there is a part of me amazed in childlike wonder
As we stand here face to face inside this room
That you can see all of my colors this late in season
That you can see all of my colors long last in bloom
Like a well kept secret, I too resigned myself to silence
Never knowing I would find you here this soon
Your hand reached out to touch me in the darkness
You came and found me on the far side of the moon
I was dreaming.....out on the far side of the moon.
She can see all of the sparks
He left the door cracked open
Just enough so she could see inside his heart
He staked his claim out in the West
She came to live down South
They both practice gentle customs
And understand a long lost art
He pursues what he desires
And longs to tell her how he feels
He sees her deep and tender soul
And wants her because she is real.
Sometimes he thinks she doesn't see him
For who he thinks he is
His address was the house of "smoke and mirrors"
He learned how to keep his heart well hid.
"Just suppose she has me so high up on some lofty cloud?"
But she is a woman who understands
That God can put the heart of a king
Inside of a flesh and blood man
And she loves this flesh and blood man.
When he looks inside her eyes they tell a story
Like a book that he once read of wistful poems
She let him read between the lines to find the answer
To a question he stopped asking so long ago
To him she is like a masterpiece on canvas
So exquisite in his sight she takes his breath
He recalls the words she wrote in full disclosure
Now he sees her captured in a light he can't forget
Now, there is a part of me amazed in childlike wonder
As we stand here face to face inside this room
That you can see all of my colors this late in season
That you can see all of my colors long last in bloom
Like a well kept secret, I too resigned myself to silence
Never knowing I would find you here this soon
Your hand reached out to touch me in the darkness
You came and found me on the far side of the moon
I was dreaming.....out on the far side of the moon.
" The Lover of My Soul"
If there were not
Another one
Alive here on this earth
I would bear the pain and do it all again
Because of your value and worth
So precious is your heart to me
So much more than rubies or gold
And just like a rose in His pristine light
In the husbandman's garden
I have watched you unfold.
Now face to face this deep calls unto deep
And what lies before us are adventures untold
I had to go away my love to prepare a place for you
In my father's kingdom we'll see glories unfold.
So now arise! My Love! My Fair One! Please won't you come along?
My darling now your winter has ended and the rain is over and gone.
Please say you'll come away with me my love
But first..there is something I want you to know
As I hung on the cross, back on Calvary my darling
It is you
That I was longing to hold.
Another one
Alive here on this earth
I would bear the pain and do it all again
Because of your value and worth
So precious is your heart to me
So much more than rubies or gold
And just like a rose in His pristine light
In the husbandman's garden
I have watched you unfold.
Now face to face this deep calls unto deep
And what lies before us are adventures untold
I had to go away my love to prepare a place for you
In my father's kingdom we'll see glories unfold.
So now arise! My Love! My Fair One! Please won't you come along?
My darling now your winter has ended and the rain is over and gone.
Please say you'll come away with me my love
But first..there is something I want you to know
As I hung on the cross, back on Calvary my darling
It is you
That I was longing to hold.
"Simone"
How could you possibly ever have known
You would wait all of your life just to spend it alone
You've been resigned to this silence
Thinking it could only be fate
But there is a surprise and it is right at your gate
Sweet Simone.
Really, life is worth living for a woman so kind
And I know it gets so intense when you put it all on the line
He may not come when you want him but He is always right on time
And in the midst of the chaos He's cut a beautiful design
And He's given you a promise
Sweet Simone.
You are His passion in this story....
You are the fragrance in the rose....
Just open up the door Simone....and watch your pleasure unfold....
I can hear your laughter in the freefall....
Sweet Simone....
Yes He always keeps His promises...
Sweet Simone.
You would wait all of your life just to spend it alone
You've been resigned to this silence
Thinking it could only be fate
But there is a surprise and it is right at your gate
Sweet Simone.
Really, life is worth living for a woman so kind
And I know it gets so intense when you put it all on the line
He may not come when you want him but He is always right on time
And in the midst of the chaos He's cut a beautiful design
And He's given you a promise
Sweet Simone.
You are His passion in this story....
You are the fragrance in the rose....
Just open up the door Simone....and watch your pleasure unfold....
I can hear your laughter in the freefall....
Sweet Simone....
Yes He always keeps His promises...
Sweet Simone.
Quote by Stanton Davis Kirkham
"You may be keeping accounts, and presently you shall walk out of the door that for so long has seemed to you the barrier of your ideals, and shall find yourself before an audience...the pen still behind your ear, the ink stains on your fingers and then and there shall pour out of you the torrent of your inspiration. You may be driving sheep, and you may wander to the city...bucolic and open mouthed, shall wander under the intrepid guidance of the spirit into the studio of the master, and after a time he shall say" I have nothing more to teach you" And now you have become the master....who did so recently dream of great things while driving sheep. You shall lay down the saw and the plane to take upon yourself the regeneration of the world."
April
In April I once felt again that maybe Iwould live
To see the day, and remember how it used to feel to give
My heart and soul entwined in yours
Between the notes like sheets
Of paper pressed from a tender hand
Making love with pen and ink
Your impassioned words made my heart melt
Like iron in the heat
In April I once felt such bliss
That made my life complete.
When May arrived I found myself alone out on a beach
And you were there in every thought
That I would write or speak
Your silent smile your loving gaze
Dancing in the kitchen cheek to cheek
But of all these things the letters sent
So dear to me I keep
Of paper pressed from his tender hand
Making love with pen and ink
For in April I once felt such bliss
That made my life complete.
To see the day, and remember how it used to feel to give
My heart and soul entwined in yours
Between the notes like sheets
Of paper pressed from a tender hand
Making love with pen and ink
Your impassioned words made my heart melt
Like iron in the heat
In April I once felt such bliss
That made my life complete.
When May arrived I found myself alone out on a beach
And you were there in every thought
That I would write or speak
Your silent smile your loving gaze
Dancing in the kitchen cheek to cheek
But of all these things the letters sent
So dear to me I keep
Of paper pressed from his tender hand
Making love with pen and ink
For in April I once felt such bliss
That made my life complete.
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