Lord, Most High,
Most Good,
Most Holy,
As an eagle, soar our nation’s skies.
Look down and take pity
On a people
Losing their way.
See us as we struggle.
See our deceivers.
See our cherished deceptions.
See our broken law.
The weight of haughty deception
Oppresses a people,
Fearing the gift of Life.
It is hard to juggle our many gods.
To our folly,
Mammon has supplanted our love for You.
Resisting Your Love.
We choose Death
As an answer to Life.
We think the blessing, a curse,
And the curse, a blessing, nay, a right,
Negation the same as something, someone.
Give Your People Your eagle’s wings,
To scale the heights
With You.
Carry us on Your strong pinions
To safety in the clefts of the Rock.
Hide us in Your Sacred Wounds.
With an Eagle’s talons,
Swoop upon the Enemy
Who carries off our young.
Lord, Most High,
Most Good,
Most Holy,
Carry us on eagle ‘s wings to the safety of Your bosom,
Your Truth.
©2016 Joann Nelander
The Garden of Your Heart
My God, I am all bluster and confusion,
Yet, You have opened a quiet place in Your Heart
In which I may dwell.
Your tears invite me.
Your Heart beseeches me.
Your Blood cries out to me.
Oh, that I may enter the sweet garden of Your Heart.
Oh, that I may approach You in Your agony.
Oh that I may offer you my tears.
Oh, that our hearts may beat as one.
In adoration of the Father,
Whose Will is Life Eternal.
May the flame of Your All Holy Love,
Ignite a fire in my soul,
Forever cleansing me of sin.
May this sanctifying fire of Love
Burn high as a beacon,
Lighting the way into Your Heart for others fallen from grace.
You are the Word of peace, quieting fearing hearts.
You are the sword of the Spirit, opening willing hearts.
You are grace, inviting,
Redemption, freeing,
Mercy, liberating.
You rain down peace in the garden of Your Heart.
You dry our eyes as You justify.
You still and quiet our clamoring souls.
Strengthened, You send us forth to a wanting world,
Waiting and wailing, in their misery, for want of You.
You, Jesus, pour Love upon the meek and humble.
You succor the fallen,
Blessing with Your consolation,
All those willing to receive You.
Joann Nelander.
Be Holy! 