LIVING FOR SUNDAY! The church of God has taken me in, and that’s why I live before His Throne; for Jesus was buried, but rose to Life, as they learned by rolling away the stone. So now I’m living for Sunday, with Him always in complete charge, some folks saying that’s far too much; OH, how they misunderstand what it means to live large! So, today and every day of the week, I look to Him first, for this is all I have come to crave, for He has captivated my senses and overtaken my heart, much like He has conquered the grave! Oh, what if everyone lived for Sunday, what a wonderous world we would see. Everyone treating one another in love; oh, what a wonderful world this would be. And if all of mankind were living for Sunday, the streets would stay safe, day and night; doors would always stand open, and far away would be all reason for fright. And if all of mankind were living for Sunday, the sun would, perhaps shine in new ways; all of creation, like on holiday, would glisten like a new old-fashioned day. The church of God has taken me in, and that’s why I live before His Throne, for Jesus was buried, but rose to Life, as they learned by rolling away the stone. CHANGE ME FRESH AND NEW As Christ followers seek the Lord, to be cleaned and changed, for His Desire, every little one screams for parents to be made clean in fresh new attire! Whether a whaling babe, or believer’s cry, God’s Spirit beckons each call, so that angelic babes be soothed, and saints avoid the treacherous fall. In God’s Loving Hands that made us, we are enabled to change and grow, then we fill up with gratitude for all He has done; noting His Rescue from each and every foe. Oh change me into Your Image; all I crave is for my light to shine in vibrant reflection of You, just as parents raise cherished offspring, in flattering imitation of every little thing they do. As Christ followers seek the Lord, to be cleaned and changed, for His Desire; every little one screams for parents to be made clean in fresh new attire! NEW BLOOMS A dear sister in Christ gave me a plant to water. She told me to anticipate great height, and as the stems of that plant slowly lengthen, I recall a verse to love You Lord with all my might. And, so as I behold the beauty of that orchid, as a heavenly sign for my heart to expand; a craving for patience in wisdom wells within me, for the flame of my fire to be fanned. Oh Lord, my love for You keeps me in passion, to do all Your good pleasure, to obey and serve, and all the while I’m saying thank You for such great kindness; I know richly, I do not deserve. For this delicate bloom did attach to my heart strings, and I pray You give to me the amount of water to keep its stature warm, and lift me up in love, as I soar in my spirit; forever flying high and free above the storm. And, as I gaze upon those new blooms, and rejoice over the favor of my Gracious Lord, I swell with gratitude over His glorious witness; God with me, as I abide in His Accord. A dear sister in Christ gave me a plant to water. She told me to anticipate great height, and as those tiny blooms break and blossom, I recall a verse To abound in love with all my might. LOVE LIKE FLOWERS For You, my love, it grows faster, than the sweetest flowers in June, it sets my heart on high, like the angels’ perfect tune. For You, my love is more open, than a lovely flower on its finest day; linked closely to life in Heaven, but will never wither away. For You, my love has more beauty, than bright flowers heighten the song; captivated with design and pattern, practically all the day long. And like a flower doesn’t fail to grow wider, my heart opens in faith before my King, with shining colors, does He water them; quickly larger than any given thing. And, like June flowers line pretty sidewalks, He stands and lingers at my door, His Love taking me high like Zion, over this most stunning metaphor. For the Love of my Father’s Showers, each day, do indeed glow, as sure a new song arises, and as sure as pretty flowers do grow. THE UNMETAPHOR Twinkling stars, like the allure of romance, oppose the high of battles not yet won but the Grace of God is so unlike these; incomparable as the brilliant sun. (Ephesians 2:7) And just as the trappings of darkness oppose stability, like a deeply rooted tree; the Grace of God is without measure, gravitating farther, than the sharpest eye can see. (Psalm 1:3 & Jeremiah 17:8) And just as the accomplishments of man oppose God’s Perfection, so inclined; His Grace is for all who love him, in show of favor to hearts of Vine. (John 15:5) And unlike the birds that merrily sing, spirits soar; meeting clouds in the sky. For only He can save from Heaven, through His Grace alone do we fly. (Ephesians 2:8-9 & Psalm 90:10b) Because the Grace of God is likened to His kindness, mere words cannot behold, unfathomably higher and above anything; all things whether bought or sold. (Matthew 6:20) TAKE ME TO ZION! OH LORD when You arouse me from sleep So grateful am I for paper and pen, I scribble out Your Lingo from Zion, for divine worship will not rescind! OH take me to Zion, Oh Lord, For only there does my spirit take flight! And escalating joy from Heaven does overtake me, all throughout the morning, noon and dead of night. And Lord, I never want to leave Zion; Your Holy Mountain, where I am so at home, my spirit, it overflows there; rejoicing under Your Wing I shout aloud before Your Throne! So it makes no matter the time my clock reads upon the wall, I listen to the beat of the rhythm And with great thrill again harken Your rousing Call. That’s when I’m sure why You have for me to wake, to sit up, rather than sleep, withholding shouts of praise, while enjoying the climb of that Majestic Mountain so steep. But when morning comes, so does my daydream, to shout from roof tops, both high and low, that I’ll stop and see some poor soul, wandering aimlessly to and fro. Someone who craves like me, who yearns for a heart that sings someone I will call brethren, who will stand aside me before our King. So when I hear Your Perfect Rhythm, at times even coming in song, I linger in joy; forgoing sleep even if Your Rhymes keep coming all the night long… But even in such elation, flying on Zion higher than my fantasy even can, my heart still aches for souls who are lost; so follow me to the Promised Land! And behold King Jesus, lifting you up. He Will keep you and put you within His Song, just pray He lingers, with mounting joy, His Presence each morning and all the night long….