BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 06:46 PM
MY TOUCH
My touch is love, it is a gentle dove upon your
shoulder. It is living water for your thirst.
I chose you! You decided to follow.
I do expect obedience at all times.
I am your Master, you are My servant.
My touch is peace, it is joy upon your heart.
As you hearken to your master's voice, I am
the manna that will feed your hungry, silent need.
I do expect obedience at all times.
I am your Teacher, you are My aprentice.
My touch is healing, it is compassion and balm
to your spirit. It is honey to your soul.
My voice is the nectar that cleanses your ears.
I do expect obedience at all times.
I am your Shepherd, you are my lamb.
Come!
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 06:53 PM
The Stone in My Hand
It was plainly but softly spoken.
Your eyes pleaded with me for
understanding and compassion.
But Stones don't cry.
You waited, expecting to hear
bitter recriminations from
wrongs you had caused.
But Stones don't feel.
Then my Lord asked me,
"How much did I forgive you for?"
His question quietly asked
hemmed me in. It left me no quarter.
Realization of redemption
purchased with His blood.
My Lord again spoke:
"He who is without sin, let him
cast the first stone."
My fingers opened
and out fell,
The Stone in my Hand.
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:00 PM
In Silent Communion
"Take, Eat! This is my Body. Broken for you!"
I watched as He broke the bread in half.
I did the same with my piece. I raised it to
my lips and began to eat the Bread of Life.
In silent Communion with the Lord that night.
"Take, Drink! This is my Blood. Shed for you!"
I watched as He lifted the cup in Blessing.
I did the same with my glass. I raised it to
my lips to drink in the deep draughts of wine.
In silent Communion with the Lord that night.
A quiet, sweet peace washed over me as my Lord's
voice filled my Spirit. His presence so real
and keenly felt as He gave to me His body to
eat and then His blood to drink. We shared a
silent Communion with each other that night.
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:05 PM
I Saw Your Face
You told me in your prayer
that you thought it was
awesome that I had laid my life
willingly down for you. You
marveled because you said
that I did it even though
I never knew you. But I did.
I saw your face.
The Father showed me His vision
for the future. He pictured for
me the multitudes that would believe
on My name. Even though they
never saw My face. My Father
asked me to pay the price for all.
I did know you. I loved you.
I saw your face.
© 1995
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:14 PM
An Unsuspecting Victim
White walls with gray tile rushes by on a
horizontal plane, whisking me to
my date with destiny.
Visions of faces ensconced in blue caps
in an ice cold, green room, within a sterile
surrounding. Bright lights are aimed at the target.
I expect to hear Rod Serling announce
that I've just entered the Twilight Zone.
A heavy leather band is locked across my legs,
to prevent any unwanted movement.
A rubber strip that looks like a lasagna noodle,
is tightly wrapped around
my arm to squeeze all the blood out.
Left arm prepped, held away from my body;
right arm laid out to rest.
Thoughts of another crucifixion
come to mind. Is this how Jesus felt?
I'm told of my impending sleep.
As stinging needles numb the place
where they will insert a tube
of unconsciousness into my vein.
My palm is laid open,
my fingers taped to the table.
An unsuspecting victim of the
razor sharp scalpel, that will cleanly cut
a furrow down my life line.
With no recollection that time has passed,
there is a sudden chemical
awareness pressed upon my brain.
My left hand is now swathed in white cotton,
fingers still orange from a betadine bath.
Pain like liquid fire, scorches up my arm.
I'm given a small measure of what
another man, long ago, once felt for me.
© 1995
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:19 PM
Burnt To The Water Line!
Volleys of cannon shot
arc eerily through the night.
Leaving fiery traces across
sable lined clouds.
Shouts of disordered chaos
float over storm tossed
winds of perversity.
Triumphant cries of warriors
sound like trumpet blasts.
That herald long awaited
victory. Sails blown full of
holes. Timbers groaning their
doom as the ashes hiss against waves
that innocently lap against the hull.
"Prepare to Surrender!"
"In the Name of the King!"
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:32 PM
THE PRAYER WARRIOR'S DAILY GUIDE TO PRAISE AND THANKSGIVING.
P raise for the Lord God Almighty, shall flow from my lips.
R emember always His loving kindness that shines like the sun
A lways acknowledge Him in all of my daily tasks.
I will praise His name, for He is worthy of such praise.
S ing with tongues of men and angels, the wonders of His Majesty.
E veryone shall bend his knee at His precious Son's name.
T o know in your heart that He is El Shaddai, God Almighty!
H is Son, Jesus Christ will be the Lord and Master in my life.
E ven His enemies shall tremble in great fear, of His awesomeness.
L isten! Our foe shall flee for He bares His arm to protect His own.
O pen your heart to the gentle encouragement that He provides.
R emember to thank Him for the many promises which He keeps.
D elight in the sweetness of His Word, for it is Truth.
PRAISE THE LORD, FOR HE IS GOD!
HE HAS SENT HIS SON, THE
ROCK OF OUR SALVATION!
AMEN!
© 1995
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:37 PM
Unaccustomed To Your Love
You gave your love and
you didn't have to, you know?
Prickly feeling of strange
sensations flood over me.
Inundated with internal explosions.
Confusion, deemed long dead.
Surrounded with no escape possible.
although it's all right,
I don't want to.
Thoughts about being
unaccustomed to your love
quickly fades.
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:42 PM
Leave It All Behind
If the Master asked you
to leave it all behind.
Could you?
Would you?
Or would the cords of
ownership bind your heart,
and quietly smother
your vision of the Lord?
Ideas pondered over
morning coffee, hot
and black.
recollections of the rich young ruler; who thought
more of his father's wealth,
than treading the perilous
path of salvation.
Easy street beckons,
calls your name.
It echoes with the eerie
stillness of emptiness.
If the Master asked you,
to leave it all behind?
Could you?
Would you?
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:48 PM
Presumed Innocent
Presumed Innocent.
Silence. Deemed guilty.
Blood runs free and red.
Wounds gape ugly.
Rust leaks into and
mingles with the blood.
Matted hair glued to what was
once a face, now obliterated.
Stiletto projectiles pierce
deep to crown with shame.
Raspy breaths struggle for air.
Suffocation beckons.
Blood tinted water flows
as heart tissue gives way.
Death imminent.
Innocence slaughtered.
© 1995
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:53 PM
Night Vision
Visions of storm tossed
winds buffeting me.
But you held me safe
in the palm of your hand.
then I saw thqt you were
held safe in the Father's
Righteous Right Hand.
You declared "No one shall
snatch you from my hand!
what the Father has given
me is mine to keep."
The wind was still as you
commanded it to be.
Peace descended.
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 07:59 PM
His Voice
My bones quake at the sound of His sharp
rebuke of my disobedient frame of mind.
with just a few words of reproof,
He quells the rebellion, silent or otherwise,
that wells up within me. My flesh quivers
at the sudden and stark contrast as quiet
tears course down my face. The full force
of His love is keenly felt as it flows over
and through my heart. Grace and Mercy
granted to my heart that bleeds its pain.
He comforts and stills the fear that races
through my head. Absolute peace comes
quickly like quicksilver flowing into a
sea of quietude. Inhalation of breath
suspended as I wait to hear...His Voice.
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 08:04 PM
You called me by my Name
Yet once more I stumbled and fell
bruised and battered,
my knees scraped and dirty.
My handkerchief stained with tears,
and still,
You called me by my Name.
You quietly washed away my guilt and pain.
You gently told me,
"You need not stumble and fall,
I already did that for you."
You sent me out to proclaim your name.
to heal the sick, cleanse the leper,
alleviate the pain of the afflicted,
and comfort those who mourn.
To herald the truth that the King
will soon be coming back.
Even after all the times that I turned
my back on you and walked away,
you lovingly waited for me to return.
and then
You called me by my Name.
© 1996
BrideofJC
May 15 2008, 08:14 PM
Addicted to His Love
Caught off guard in an emotional
battlefield. Shot down, left for
dead. Rescued from gaping jaws.
Brought back to life.
Blood for blood. His wounds show
His valor. To the Victor go the spoils.
Hard lines drawn from victory. I press
forward to obtain His high calling.
The need to be near Him washes over
me in unabashed ferocity. A truth
realized in an agonizingly crushing
moment of clarity, that I
Can't live and don't want to live
without Him. Addicted to His love!
© 1996
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