The beauty of Spontaneous worship

There is a difference in my worship.
It has become a spontaneous worship.
Drawn from the very profoundness of pain and endurance,
where Grace has enabled me to carry my cross,
at times feeling as if I were being dragged.
But oh the beauty of gazing in His holiness
as I spontaneously worship Him truly believing,
He is crazy about me, and loves me, genuinely loves me.
I've become selfish in my worship for this radical God
who risked it all just for me.
There is no deeper Love for me then the Love displayed
as He hung on that tree, blood flowing down to reach me,
and cover me, and save me.
Oh the tears that roll down at the very thought of such Love.
My heart beats for Him as He invites me to fall in Love with Him.
Removing the perverse cloak for a fresh garment of Love.
I have no more fear of falling inlove with Him.
His banner over me is Love,
and because of such Love,
there is a difference in my worship.
I spontaneously worship Him with melodies
from the very center of the heart that He has mended.
My spontaneous worship is reserved for Him and Him only,
because He loves me.

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Before...

Before your rapture comes, before the trumpet blows. Disensitize me Lord, each day that I may grow. I humbly come to you. with courage to confess, Lord lead me by your spirit, that I might die to flesh. I hunger for your will, your purpose and your plan. Because your grace sustains me, to firmly in you stand. I pray each night and day, and magnify your name. I thank you for your precious blood, that clears me from my shame. Your voice I long to hear, that I might not be dormant. Desiring to hear you say, "Well done my faithful servant." Isaiah 33:6 "And there shall be stability in your times, an abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge; the reverent fear and worship of the Lord is your treasure and his."

Reflections left behind

She wanted to feel but was numb. Years of bottled up pain and confusion only followed her. She was misunderstood, yet they were the repercussions of her actions. She longed to be loved only failing to realize she already was. How could she recognize the difference between what she can become and what she only saw. How could she be freed from that stronghold upon her? Her reflection in the mirror only sunk her deeper. How can she gamble on her faith when she feared losing? So much to gain, yet that first step was almost impossible to take. She could do it, she was told. She started to believe, started to hope, started to humble herself, started to open her heart. Letting her first True Love, the one that she was oblivious to, into her heart. She encountered a reflection of her past. So painful, yet liberating because her beloved was beside her. Her beloved made her a promise like no other she had heard before, and deep in her soul, she could sense the covenant would guide her, subside h...

Accelerated Generation

Sta nd in the frontline for my seed Decree a spoken promise as I fall to my knees. Believing as I must in the one whom I can trust. The one who hears a mother's cry across the nation, with all kinds of petitions for our future generation. For they shall be a generation like no other, let's join forces and go to war for them my sisters & my brothers. Lift them up, raise the bar, pass the baton into their hand. And after you have done all you can, sit back and watch as they lead us into the promised land. Arise, arise, no time to fall Lord lead our children to their call. Do not slumber, no time to rest. For this generation is surely blessed. They're bold, they're radical, they're fierce, they're rare. They have been chosen to become heirs. Fly sons and daughters, reach for the sky, as the principalities of darkness you will defy!! Jeremiah 31:17 "So there is hope for your future, DECLARES the Lord. Your children will return to their own land."

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