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Be Still, Oh!

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Soul of mine, churning gears that grind,

Fall in His Arms, you are not left behind!

How come, my soul, you fit and fret?

Oh, my soul don’t be quick to forget.

The pruning of God though painful yes,

Like nuggets of gold for other’s blest.

This fruit you bear isn’t for you,

It’s for others to eat and look to The Jew.

To the One who broke down that dividing wall.

Remember my soul He took that fall.

Lovely One

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Tussled bed sheets, a smile with praise that drips as honey from my mouth.

Lord most High and Lauded One, most affectionately tender, sweetly bold in Your zeal over my heart.

Your Hands caress my heart, I see in my mind’s eye, You reclining beside me.

I see Your Hands stroke my mouth, ‘sing my darling only songs to Me.’

So envious yet gracious Your Eyes are; They have a Fierce Fire in them and yet in the dark they clear my face.

You are aglow about me.

As written by David: “Let His faithful followers erupt in praise, singing triumphantly wherever they are, even as they lie down for sleep in the evening.” Psalm 149:5

There are not any words to draw the way in which you extract my praise, the way you make love to me, the way you capture and enclose my heart, the way I climax in your Spirit.

As Paul put “he was caught up to heaven and heard things so astounding that they couldn’t be uttered in language, things no earth-born is allowed to express.” 2 Corinthians 12:4

I’ve seen the heavens and the praises of You God lifted high and above, Your trio seats and yet so much more in my mind’s eye.

Indeed, Lord, You are my lover.

My bosom is ruined for You alone.

In His Honer

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I’m honored to have suffered,

for the Name of Adonai.

for His Love upon me compels,

heaven torn in shreds.

He stone-broke my chains,

obligation paid- death to life-

Grace to Grace.

In God’s Scars I find victory.

On my body they point to Him Who Loves me.