Implacable, Unmoveable

May 6, 2015 by Be Holy

My thoughts are whirling about me
As I grasp for meaning,
My thoughts are caught,
As in a whirlwind.
I stand still at its center,
And wait believing.

This life is infused with the grandeur of God
And against this devils rage.
In hateful madness, Evil plots,
While wayward kings conspire.

The Holy One, seated on the Throne,
Reigning at His Father’s Right Hand,
Implacable, untouchable, rests.
While angels uphold the spheres,
His Word goes forth to do battle.

I fall asleep in His arms,
To wait and awake in peace to Glorious Day.
“Be still and know that I am God.”

Joann Nelander
lionessblog.com

Rank and File

May 5, 2015 by Be Holy

O God, that I may do my part.
All are arrayed for battle.
I am enjoined
Rank and file
In readiness.

Command us!
Vigilant and faith unconstrained,
We press forward,
Lean upon You
And desire all that You Are,

Our only rest,
Your consummate End.
With Your Spirit
We praise Your Glory
In the triumphant shout.
Alleluia!

The Kiss of Prayer

May 4, 2015 by Be Holy

No one would argue
That I exist
And live this day
On Earth.
Yet, I know
That I am with You.

Here in this place
At this Time,
I breathe Heaven’s air
As I pray
“Come Holy Spirit”
And You come,
Bringing Heaven with You.

Scriptures says,
“Heaven and Earth shall kiss”
Am I not caught
In this embrace?

You Are a New Creation

May 3, 2015 by Be Holy

“You are a new creation.”

You hear the words,
Even delight at them.
Smiling and free
You run off to play,
Tucking the Words away.

Think to steal a day.
Take out the Words.
Turn them in your heart.
With fingers of prayer,
Feel their frame,
Touch them again.

The Words do not come alone.
He Who spoke them
Descends into your heart,
Repeats His refrain,
Speaks Love again.

You are a new creation.

Each time the Words are spoken,
The creature takes on a glow,
Exists in Time
Holiness accentuated,
Grace effectuated.

Pondered and plumbed,
Their depths revealed,
An anchor of Truth
Makes them the bedrock
Of your being.
With Love’s true eyes
All is new for the seeing.

You are a New Creation.

This post in linking to week 41 poetry picnic