Sunday, April 30, 2017

Honored Guest

Honored Guest
Powder sugar coated fingers, jelly stains,
Muck and mire clinging tightly
Lie says, outside is where you need to remain

The door though is opened wide
He in majesty beckons in name
Hand in hand walking beside

As servant bent low bathing in gentle affirmation
Not just feet but face and fingers too
Calling forth to the celebration.

Sweeping into beloved daddy’s arms
Brought forth as honored guest
Safely ensconced, worldly life can cause no harm

Yet stumbling forth once again into muddy hole
No strength of will to resist
Surely now the door will close

Yet still the beacon sounds
Enter here, water for washing ever supplied
Untarnished garment awaits with crown

 Come and dance, the call the same
Seventy times seven and forever more
The wiping away of shame

“Loved one”, continual access to Abba father
The invitation indelibly stamped in the son’s blood
Always and eternally beloved daughter

Saturday, April 1, 2017



Treasured one, cherished and cared for
The place where you are seated in his heart
Loved never less only more

Bestowed from birth your belovedness
The earth has rubbed away the shine
And given names of otherness

 But this his assurance
His nature cannot else belie
By his atonement beloved transference

From this loved state,
Though often we try to deny,
You cannot escape

Belovedness is the gift
Your status never changing in his eyes
His Precious love do not resist

BE loved and love His Son
Then to others do impart,
Yahweh’s will to be done

Arise in this adoration
You are chosen by the Beloved
Bring now this belovedness to his creation

To all who are beloved of God in Rome, called as saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
For He rescued us from the domain of darkness, and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son,

Sunday, March 19, 2017

The one

The one

(Jesus x one = Infinite possibilities ) All Generations

You are the one,
It is you that I seek,
Come away,
You alone are who I want to meet.

The crowds, the masses,
You alone are my desire,
Their turn will come,
But for now come sit by my fire.

Though for the world I died
It is for your heart that I fight.
And though for all the sacrifice,
 I ask you to warm yourself in my light

Multiplied by one,
My power, love and splendor
Can move mountains and break chains.
So Come away and surrender

Place yourself in my equation
You are the one I will chase
I am multiplication
The 99 can wait

The many, much loved,
But one times infinity
Is all that I need
My love given individually

When each adding to the whole
The sum exploding exponentially
Transformation and reconciliation
All together yet separately.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Bowling balls and bow and arrows

Bowling balls and bow and arrows

Aiming through narrow lanes,
Put the bowling ball down.
No need to lug and lift and throw,
Gently now lower to the ground.
Pins all lined up in a row,
Target in plain view,
Limited in its reach,
Man’s control to try to hit the few.

Now The archer’s tool to wield
The weight and draw fit to size
To aim and release the goal
Arrow placed, let loose and fly
Quiver filled like overflowing bowl
Windage adjusted by the Lord
Target greater, farther than sight can see
 Destination by man unexplored.

The call to serve where we are placed, sometimes feels like we are bowling, heavy, ungainly and demanding of lots of effort. But in truth we simply need to heed the call, to pick up the bow, aim and release then rest in the  Lord trusting he knows where to land what he asked to be released.

"Jesus said to His followers, 'Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.'” Matthew 11:28–30

 2 Kings 13:15-17  Elisha said, “Get a bow and some arrows,” and he did so. 16 “Take the bow in your hands,” he said to the king of Israel. When he had taken it, Elisha put his hands on the king’s hands.17 “Open the east window,” he said, and he opened it. “Shoot!” Elisha said, and he shot “The Lord’s arrow of victory, the arrow of victory over Aram!” Elisha declared. “You will completely destroy the Arameans at Aphek.”

Sharpen the arrows, fill the quivers! The LORD has aroused the spirit of the kings of the Medes, because His purpose is against Babylon to destroy it; for it is the vengeance of the LORD, vengeance for His temple

Monday, February 27, 2017

Growing pink

Growing pink

White: holy unblemished and pure
Not of this world
Nor of human form
Perfect sacrifice forevermore

Red: rivulets from flesh surrendered
Earthly gift
Heavenly giver
Life flowing act of love

Growing pink deep inside
Something new
Supernatural flow
Out pouring agape’
 Emanating beyond all borders
Deposited spirit and love
Moving mountains external and within

 During  a teaching on hearing God's voice, We were to  ask God What color do you see in so and so... My Partner replied green on the outside( for growing) and Pink in the middle but the pink was really God's pureness in white, mixed with God's love in red...thus the poem .

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Worth/ F.R.E.E. BLOG

This months Blog On Freedom and restoration for everyone enslaved


Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. .( Matthew 10:29-31) 

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you” (Isaiah 49:15). 

Unwanted, a burden, another mouth to feed
Left out, fed up, searching for more,
Lies in your head, you’ll never succeed.

Hollywood glamor, MTV hype
Grasping for smoke and mirrors,
Or something telling you you’re worth the fight.

Promises whispered in sultry tone,
New shoes, new identity, his sugar girl.
Trading all that is precious for rhinestone.

Bate, hook and line,
The lure lowered down,
Offered by a sheep covered swine.

Sight can only see right now
To be desired and offered love
Unaware of plans to become his cash cow

The treachery so slow and slick
Showered with attention,
But tomorrow asked to turn trick.

The slippery slope getting slicker still
The rapes and beatings the start
Climbing out like going backwards uphill.

Free will to do only as he pleases
No money, no escape, plenty of fear
Life stolen, tattered to pieces

If only someone were to care
If only, the whisper of hearts
If only there was help from this nightmare.

We all have been designed with eternity set in our hearts, to be part of a larger picture, to be swept up in strong arms, known and loved. And yet somewhere along the way the story gets, fuzzy, cloudy or sometimes ripped away. So many young ladies (and boys too) have become prey to “wolves in sheep’s clothing.” Not all sex trafficking victims stories are as pictured in the poem above but many times it is the most vulnerable that are lured in. We as the body of Christ can be the “someone’s to care”. We are commanded as believers to love the least of these, to set the captives free. And those who are being Sex trafficked are the captives.  So what are we to do, how do we stop a multibillion dollar industry?  We become more aware and stop seeing child Prostitutes and begin to see victims, we begin to use our influence and educate our communities, we reach out to the marginalized, speaking life and hope into the least of these, building relationships that can speak true identity.  Those who foster and adopt with the love of Christ can become a new landing place for many. Working with youth and offering honest hope and relationship can become another landing pad to stopping the vulnerable from sliding into treachery. We the body can become advocates against pornography, an insidious way of life, that has taught our boys to become detached and void of empathy for our girls, we can mentor and come along side our young men and talk about true manhood. But what about the ones it’s “too late “for, the ones who have been lured in and sold a false narrative only to wake up to the realities of being told they are worth less than nothing? We can support local organizations that are currently advocating for victims, we can raise money for safe houses where those that are rescued could go and find help and safety.  We can be on our knee’s praying that sex trafficking is stopped and that our vulnerable youth will know their true worth. We cannot just sit by but must rise up as the church in action.
“Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us” (2 Corinthians 5:20)

Below are some statistics and interesting reads as well as links to places to lend your support
  “Studies estimate that at least 60 percent of victims of child sex trafficking come from the child welfare system, and the majority of them have extensive histories of sexual and physical abuse prior to ever being trafficked. Seventy-eight percent of all prostitution arrests are girls, and 52 percent of all juvenile arrests for prostitution are African-American girls. Instead of being recognized as victims of crime and given the services and support necessary to heal from their trauma, these children are neglected, dismissed, ignored, and—in the worst cases—criminalized.”

Friday, February 17, 2017




Lumpy old clay,

Loving hands molding.

Useful vessel

 Filled with living each day

Imperfect cistern,

Leaky cracks unable to hold,

Constant flowing in

  Momentary glimpses of eternal springs.

Fractures growing in evidence,

 Seeping, sieve of a jar,

Never the less unending source

  Life blood streaming in decadence.

Ordinary container,

Empty ever so quickly,

Words of eternity poured out

 Created to be a love retainer.

Seams in repair,

Gaps tended and cleaned.

Gold dust filling,

 Mended with holy Care.


Sanctified Vessels,

Earthenware being overlaid.

Transformed holder,

 Now fashioned with Precious metals.

"Kintsugi is the centuries-old Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with a special lacquer dusted with powdered gold, silver, or platinum." We are like ordinary vessels that often have flaws and cracks and dings and it sometimes feels like in one breath we are filled with his presence and the next feeling so empty. But our heavenly potter continues to pour into us a never ending supply of love and continues to fill those cracks with gold dust transforming us into beautiful vessels.

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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Ain't no small thing

Ain't no small thing

Small things count, small things are stepping stones of obedience, and even a small pebble makes ripples in a pond.( IF Gathering inspired)

The nod of the head as you drove by,
The shy hello in passing,
Even the smile flashed on the fly…
Ain't no small thing

The hug and warm embrace,
That kind word of encouragement,
The way you remembered my name…
Ain't no small thing

Your listening ear,
Spoken prayer,
And an invitation to share…
Ain't no small thing.

When asked to come for tea,
Delivered a much needed meal,
Or said yeah come over I’m free…
Ain't no small thing

When you welcomed me into your mess,
Let me into your pain,
Or offered your forgiveness…
Ain't no small thing

Walks and talks together,
Coffee breaks and texting messages,
Offered friendship in full measure…
Ain't no small thing

When you loved my unlovable,
Brought balm for my wounds
And held me when unconsolable…
Ain't no small thing

When you placed your heart on display
And waited patiently for me
Day after day committing to pray…
Ain't no small thing

When you coached and instructed,
Or admitted you just didn’t know,
When I let you down and still you trusted…
Ain't no small thing

When He chatted with the woman at the well
Turned water into wine
Or Broke bread with the twelve…
Aint no small thing.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Taking Sides

Taking Sides

Taking Sides

Tension pulling, who’s Right and who’s wrong
 Each view praising their own song,
 Black, white, native, refugee’s,
LGBT, Men, women, babies.
 Each one so precious
Gift of life each breath.
Not we, who are to place value
We are too flawed and skewed.

 By His love we gain significance,
All to display, His exquisiteness.
Arrogance to crush one for the other.
Kingdom truth pushed aside, smothered,
Both “sides” lost in lies.
So hardened unable to sympathize.

Break open your hearts,
Back to basics we start.
Only one side speaks with honesty,
One common genealogy.
From Jesus receive gift of salvation,
Our s to speak good news of his love for creation.

Living closely, clinging to the vine,
He to direct the boundary line.
Our souls being tugged and led astray
Instead of eternal vision distracted by the news of the day
Enemy lines drawn in the sand
On God’s promises where we are to stand
The Cross, The tearing of the veil
Communion with God will prevail
But here and now we get to choose
Into our communities let his love be infused
or take our sides and refuse.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

little one

Little one

Little one stuck in the cross fire,
Adults broken and lost
Dragging the innocent into the quagmire
Anger, violence, abuse now on child, their albatross

Splintering, splitting, and burying the pain.
To the world pretending all is well,
But day by day the enemy adding chain
Child becoming hollowed out, empty shell.

Relationships so un-trust worthy.
Confusion and chaos swirling round,
So tired, starving and thirsty,
Numbing the only place solace is found.

Religious shackles thrown on for good measure;
Should’s and shouldn’ts, rules and regulations.
The truth and love of Jesus, buried treasure.
 Hurt upon hurt, Pile on more violations.

But God in his great Mercy
Revealing his gift of salvation
He sees you little one as worthy
Now begins the transformation.

Stripping way of lies and iniquity
Removing the heritage of pain
Restoring original dignity
Heavenly sacrifice clearing all stains.

Not your fault, not your load!
Rest now sweet one in His loving arm,
Releasing of anguish won’t implode,
He the great physician will cause no harm.

Survival, each part learned its role;
Pain bearers, organizer, parent, and child.
Dissociating so as to save the whole.
 Fear not new territory, now to reconcile.

Healing his heart’s desire
You journey not alone
He dresses you in righteous attire
His spirit with you and in you, his home.

Safe to trust the trust worthy one
Safe to give all memories too
Safe is God’s only son
Safe to bring to light and rest in truth.

Dedicated to my mom and Ruth

Thursday, January 5, 2017

First Choice

First Choice

Waiting, crowded together, self-conscious tweens,
Which would it be, third draft or picked and coolness redeemed.
Never last choice but somewhere lost in the throng
Regular Joe, kinda ok, not the troubled one, but not the lead in the play.
Words infiltrating, invading, seeping and swirling
True identity getting lost in the churning.

Mediocre      Average             Moderate
  Second rater       middling        Soso
         Unimpressive       Lackluster
            fair                 Run of the mill

Smashing down the not enoughness under feet
Spirit inviting to gaze at place card near heavenly seat
Chosen to be His before the foundations set
Not a liability but a kingdom asset
My thinker rejoiced over, my fast pleasing
With joy and pride Papa is beaming
Picked first to dance with the king

He exalts me as I worship him.
 I am The Joy set before
Exclusively loved and adored
Exquisitely formed in the image of
Nothing average about his love.
No thing lacking in luster
No working for or need to muster
Created by the master
First rate crafter