Many Waters
You are the Temple, And the Living Water,
Flowing, abundantly, from the Temple.
True life find its Source in You.
My life finds You, my Source,
At the root of my being.
Make of me clear Water,
Water flowing freely,
For cleansing, healing, and True Life.
You make me Your Temple,
Truth gives Life and Light to my soul,
As my water flows back to its Source
With the many waters returning to You.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
High on Your Cross,
All the world lay at Your feet,
Broken!
The Body of the Christ is broken,
Broken for us.
The Body of the Lord is broken,
Broken to redeem.
The Father has placed under Your Feet,
Your enemies,
His enemies.
You, broken on the Cross,
Embrace Your enemies,
Willing to Love them into Life.
Inviting my free will to choose Him Whose Heart
Breaks for me.
The Earth quaked at Your Dying,
To open and receive Your Blood.
Grace, all Grace!
High on Your Cross,
With me at Your Feet,
My heart breaks to receive You.
Broken Body of Jesus,
One with me in Redemption,
Mine.
Hide me, hold me, help me,
Living Rock of my being.
You, Truest Truth,
No mere symbol,
But Holy Being,
Are Ground of my being.
Creating with a word, the world,
You speak my name,
And, moment by moment,
Sustain my being.
Christ, my Rock,
May I forever be in Thee.
© 2015 Joann Nelander
O Holy Father,
On my death,
And the occasion of my judgment,
I offer You Jesus’ Love for me.
See how He wants me eternally.
Dying to hold me,
His Blood claims me as His own.
He created me with such care,
As I took form in my mother’s womb.
He lavished attentions on me
As living flesh, imbued with eternal soul,
Flourished in the abundant waters of Life.
Unique among His creations,
He smiled upon me, seeing my beauty,
And my need.
See how He sought me,
Playfully with joys,
And in sorrow as I hid myself.
See the iron of His intention,
Bent on me.
See His fury at the Foe,
Who pursued me,
Seeing His Grace reclaiming me.
My Father, minister to Your daughter,
That leaving behind my earthly life,
Heavenly couriers might present me
Before the One,
Whose Spirit lives in me.
See His pieced Side,
Opened wide inviting me,
All the more, longing,
He for me,
And me for Thee in Three,
As leaving the mortal for the immortal,
I seek sanctuary.
You are everywhere in Being,
And in me.
I wrap my heart around Your Godhead,
Your Jesus.
He embraces me with Spirit,
Even in judgment,,
I am chosen for the Son.
Copyright 2015 Joann Nelander
Who Notices?
How many moments in the day
Pass into a supposed oblivion?
“Just another day,” they say.
Another runny nose,
Another cranky cry,
Another, and another, and another.
Cloudy horizons,
Dreams caught off guard
By the mundane of reality,
Where is the “anything”,
They said I could be?
No time in the day just for me.
How many selfless moments,
Written in timeless sands,
Seemingly, lost with yesterday?
Hidden moments,
Stripped of vain glory.
Only God notices.
© 2017 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 