Family COMMUNion

There's a place upon His chest I see my face there, often The line of his jaw where its angled and strong The place where his pulse beats the warmth of his breath falls There's a place upon his chest where I can lay my cheek Where my forehead softly rests and I hear his heart beat A place upon his chest I'm not afraid to go to He'll always take me there and never pull away He's never tense or slow to hold me His grip is strong His arms enfold me In A place upon His chest Sometimes my eyes are open I look around and see the struggle I nestle in as time unravels As chaos looms and darkness grows As voices chatter and problems matter My tears fall soft and His hold tightens My hopes are safe My courage heightens In that place upon His chest There's times my eyes are closed To block out all this crazy mess to just be still and know There's love upon that shoulder and fragrance in His hold The sweetness...

I've spent so much time investing prayer, thought, action into a dream that's plagued me since childhood.  These days, I just want to quit.  I've learned so much, been hurt so badly and disillusioned so often.  I've been told it's "not my job".  I'm "doing enough".  I'm "not cut out for that work."Even that I have "no idea" what sort of predicament I'd be putting myself in. I remember this girl, barely a teenager, wearing "I love New York" earring because of her prayers and burning passion for the inner city homeless in New York City.  I remember that same girl sitting on the subway train in New York City and praying for the abandoned and "For Sale" buildings she passed in New York…that somehow, some way God would give this girl one of those or put her in one of those for the ministry dream she had.  Prayers…they change me, always. I remember the dreams I'd awaken from of revival, of roo...

beat the rust from leaky drums scrub bloodstain until it runs wash my face and grimy hands view the scene from frosted glass and everything is managed and everything seems calm my conscience seems less damaged the bullet in my palm Offer me a clean sweep a token of affection the chaos grown knee-deep midst growing insurrection love that gives me smallest solace hope that barely warms dirty sips from golden chalice while greater Presence warns and everything consumes me and life still pulls me in and what is left that could be is choked up in what's been pressing in upon me the thing that screams it matters perspective small around me while all outside this shatters and greater union beckons this marriage begs consent I note the fleeting seconds the will that won't relent and all within me willing and all outside me cold a heart with hatred filling a groom with anger, bold and everything demands my patience and fortune seems my lot w...

The best things I can say, the words that mean the most are the ones that reverberate in my heart. These are words that hold me to you that define your deity your truth. I'm ever wandering and pondering the things that will never really matter until I'm silent and I hear the words you gave me to sing over you, the love you placed in me to lavish upon you. Others will tell me these thoughts, these feelings even this aching is for another.  They will tell me that I need to find that one, to seek him out to pour all of this into him but I know better.  I've been there and when I was we both said it belonged to you…both of us did.  It's meant for no one else.  I didn't make it.  You put it in me for you.  Despite what anyone thinks or wonders we know that the only way I'll be satisfied is to lavish it on you, my Maker, my King And every woman has this passion.  Every woman has this need.  Every woman has this longing to be loved and to pour out ...

Formed from the dust breathed into life Redemption a must Deceived by the wife And woman she groaned In travail she cried the man worked the ground a curse well applied And then way back when All of creation still felt the plan and wept for redemption And the oldest, the male... cursed like He said… Cain he killed abel Moses he fled after the Pharaoh had marked him for dead And Abraham prayed and for his son, he pled and God heard his prayer and spilled not Isaac's blood And on down the lineage Jonathan, Saul, We see the battle in  Solomon's fall The fruit and the carnage of Redemption's call Always, the fighting for the oldest son's soul All that are marked and some that are stole And I know there's choice and that there's free will but the Liar himself steals and he kills Life came from woman And freed her from the curse But salvation from man made his freedom worse And here in my famil...

Strains of Glory fill this place The echoes of something I've never seen My heart still glowing, a warmth within As if I've left where I have not been I remember sadness I remember pain the shot-out loneliness the blackest stain and sleepy eyes and dreamy steps and the quiet knowing that it's not over yet simple promises in starlit visions wrap the pain and sanctify prisons and morning takes me back to earth where darkness held me gives me worth and solidified promise and love's strong pull it makes it holy it keeps me here The land I was made for still burns in my heart as I sip at my coffee and brave the days start and emotions they weigh on me more than I can stand they pulsate within me and shake clean, strong hands All of these duties that come to an end all of these feelings that force me to bend destined for promise in dark strange men's country danger and toil to daily confront me There in the night You become m...