Sketches

March 11, 2016 at 9:20 am (Poems, Prayers)

God, oh God!
List, responsibilities, integrity, bills, work, deadlines, contracts, places, appointments, errands, chores, these hand’s so weak, so desirous to please You, all, all these, nothing, nothing compared to You, empty, fruitless, wasting, yet. You – You give, all, these things, made worthy because of You.

Oh, Father!
Be pleased! Delight! Sing over! Move! Inject the vaccine of Your Promises, Your assurance, Your power to fight! Fight the fatigue, the weariness, the aging decay, the blindness, the deafness that masks this day, Your day, each minute, called, ordered, directed by You. Promise forth Your Presence!

Yeshua! Sweet Savior, Shepherd of Your people!
Eyes, so many, full of listlessness, fevered with worry, dreams, wants, needs, soul reflecting the lack of Your rest, Your yoke. Heal, if You’re willing, each disease of soul for lack of Your nutrition – love, mercy, grace, obedience, perseverance, trust! Seek the lost in us all, where we wander, searching, grasping, mindlessly targeting our way. Use Your staff to bump, tap, nudge, back to Your path,Your Voice, Your burdens, Your purpose. Fight! O Warrior of Heaven, wolf Slayer, open, eyes, to see, the Hosts of heaven! Feed! Oh, Muiltiplier of faith! Feed us, Your Bread, Your wine, Your water, Your righteousness! Empty, oh up turn! The basket of hopelessness, brokenness, break out! Wrap us in the band’s of Holiness! Open! Ears! To hear beyond their limits, into the sounds of worship and contentment from the Throne!
Reawaken! Deadened nerves! Leporous hearts! That with suffering, feeling may yet again serve Your purpose! Beauty, hope, and souls poured out for anothers. Turn us! Oh, Miracle Worker from water to wine! Pressed out from vines of endurance, pruned, shaped and harvested! We, oh Master! Are Your fruit!

Elohim! Adonai!
Words, broken, unable to define, to express, so insufficient to describe, all, needs, but, more the truth! You Maker of all, send down Your great rain! Blow again into the dust of us! Life!

Strokes, of inner paintings, sketches, of each heart, You alone, can discern and Master piece these.

Surrender…all…I…lay…all
Sketch me into Your will today.
Wind me into Your timing, stop me at Your crossroads, lift me into Your keeping. Sketch me, oh, Merciful, into Your Glory!

♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡