A hungry heart a thirsty heart
To breathe the breath of life
Where shall I go Look, to what part, to search and find this precious life?
A hungry heart a thirsty heart longing you to see.
In spirit and in truth I find your heart so searching Lord for me.
Broken now and all alone no one knows me precious Lord
Loneliness and solitude not my choice
I come to you
Every day I die again a thousand times ten thousand
To be crucified with you my gain to put down flesh rebellion
A hungry heart a thirsty heart a broken heart contrite
Oh Lord you will not despise.
A hungry heart
So many years have come and gone So many battles lost… not won
How can it be that I so blind How can it be the end?
I heard your voice ! You said I would!
Nay said the lot Nay that I could!
Without your voice what can man hear
but wars and lusts, strife, lies, and fear!
Stand I strong?
Lord that I would!
Shut their mouths that I should hear your word… and Stand again!
And having done all to Stand… Stand
Ephesians 6:13 KJV
13 Wherefore take unto you the whole Armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
I cry, “Lord i’m here”
My God don’t you see me?
I know you are near whenever I call
but my eyes sometimes deceive me.
By faith we believe what our eyes cannot see
if we saw how could it be faith?
Before life began
when the worlds Lord you framed
You said that to see we’d need faith.
Faith rests assured in a heart that is cured from
the wants lusts and lies of this world.
So while i’m still here Lord your word I would hear
establish my faith by your word.
I stand here at the edge of the road
The cross road…
The edge is the ditch of shame
How can one so zealous for his saviour be in such a place as this…
There must have been a wrong turn a planting of some sort that didn’t grow
And I came alone so I am
I go on but to what point and cause
Go to the North
Will I find one there
Go to the South are there any there who care
Were I to the east where all the harsh storms come
Oh maybe to the west to the setting of the sun
But if I here remain
How ever shall I find life and change
Was I not planted long ago
What uproot now and where to go
Seems a fools foul game unwittingly I played
But still look I and believe
There must be a place
There Must Be A Place
The Pen the sword – The ear the word
The spear the heart – The flesh the will
The sword the cross – The telling sound
The driven nails the solid ground
The life the Rock the sand the time
The Son the King – the life the line
Unto all time the song to sing – written in
Blood of the king
The pen the song – The sound the line
The song the ear the nails
The Son the King
The Son the song the heart to sing
The word the pen the song
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Quiet… its so quiet I thought I heard an angle cry.
I thought I saw within my heart, as with his wings he hid his eyes.
Crying Holy! Holy! Holy! Then faded off into sacred silence of his own place.
Sitting down I took my pen to capture such a sight, my heart reeling, tearing, and moved to tears, as deep within I cry — Holy, Holy, Holy!
And I drift off into a quit, silent sigh.
Blessed are you Lord, Blessed is Your Holy name.
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As I entered into His pavilion, through streets of Gold clear as crystal glass yet solid as mountains firm .
My heart pounded in my chest, and the blood surging in my temples made me nearly stagger in the presence of His Majesty.
Although this was my first time here I strangely felt as though I had been this way before.
Crumbling within, crashing suddenly my strength failing me my eyes and mind only working any more, spirit soaring yet terrified in Holy fear.
This is my Fathers house, stunning in Glory.
Hostile… His presence to mortal flesh, I collapsed to the ground when I came to rest.
“Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus I’m not worth to be here!
But by your blood… only by your blood
1 cor 2: 9-10 “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
nor have entered into the heart of man
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”
But God has revealed them to us through His Spirit.
For the Spirit searches all things, yes, the deep things of God.