Stories and Poetry

Denni
Waterdown, ON
September 12, 2007
BROKEN THINGS by Denni Roy

"The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit."
Psalm 34.18

The hammer of God's word comes,
Exposing the heart to tenderize,
That which is false within,
Is revealed and recognized,
The Lord God changes the nature of His vessel,
Before He can completely fill,
For there is nothing without His favor,
And the breaking of our own will.
To see what is ugly, to see what is sin,
To break hardness inside,
And stand naked before Him.
A brokenness to bring human pride low,
Humility paves the way for us to go.
There is a close place with the Father,
Where we are meant to be,
A Oneness, a Pureness, an Intimacy.
Our Father uses broken things,
He cleanses and purifies,
The deepest sense of His Presence,
Is to come forth in our lives.
Gideon's soldiers broke their pitchers,
For their light to shine through,
The poor widow broke the seal,
For her pot of oil to renew,
Plant a seed in the earth,
It will break and die,
But the life contained within,
Will increase and multiply.
And the breaking of Jacob's strength,
Was the beginning of spiritual power,
Even so, we need to know,
God must have broken things,
Before His Glory is released in this hour.

Leslie
September 11, 2007
Words and music by Leslie Precht © November 2006
CANADA, I CARRY YOU

Canada, I carry you in my heart
Canada, tomorrow burns in my heart
He shall have dominion sea to sea
His promise fans the flame of destiny
No denying destiny
Is in our heart

Canada, I’ve married you in my heart
Canada, your children now set apart
We will keep His covenant and see
His fire ignite our unity
No denying unity
Is in our heart

Then the world will see the glory of the King
The Sun of Righteousness, healing in His wings

He shall heal the sick, the blind will see
His power will set the nations free
No denying liberty
Is in His heart

Then the world will see the splendour of the King
Beginning and the End, heaven in His wings

Canada, I carry you in my heart
Canada, eternity holds our heart
God, keep our land….

Paradise Portal by Anita Runions

As I looked out my window recently, onto a mostly unremarkable view, I believe I caught a glimpse of Heaven's preparations for the long-awaited marriage of the Bride (the church) to her Bridegroom (our Lord Jesus), evidenced on earth by miraculous signs like gemstones and gold-dust falling on people. I believe that indeed all that gold being refined for the streets of gold along with countless gemstones being glazed by Heaven's artisans (for all those miles of jewel-adorned walls and mountains of gem-crusted crowns) will doubtlessly result in massive amounts of 'gem-dust' falling to earth. I believe the angels are, even now, tossing it down over us in extravagant handfuls, like Heavenly confetti falling to earth in anticipation of the glorious Wedding celebration.

Shattered shards shape-shifting prisms
reflecting rainbow’s spectral light
sunder solid matter’s schisms
beyond a window’s earthly sight

Through my pane— discerned in measures
Spirit translates Unseen, Immortal
diamond-dust of hand-glazed treasures
handfuls flung from Heaven’s portal

Foundation stones of priceless gems
Royal crowns encircling heads
August gold-leaf diadems
as Bride betrothed to Bridegroom weds

Emerald rainbow circling Holy fire
Jasper, sapphire, chalcedony
aromatic incense ascending higher
Timeless, sacred vows are read; Heaven’s Holy matrimony

Foundation stones of priceless gems
Royal crowns encircling heads
August gold-leaf diadems
as Bride betrothed to Bridegroom weds

Though Earthly sight’s yet cloaked in Winter, awaiting Heaven’s bridal mirth,
yet through my pane— discerned in measures
Spirit translates Unseen, Immortal
heralding foretold Wedding Day

as gem-dust of hand-wrought treasures—
handfuls flung from Paradise Portal
Unveiled in shimmering diamond dust—
Heaven’s refuse falls to earth.

Heather
Summerside, Prince Edward Island
September 10, 2007
WHY DO I DO? by Heather Thorpe

Why Do I Say The Things I Say
And Do The Things I Do
Or Watch To See What It Has Done
And The Effects It Has On You
For The Words I Speak
And The Things I Do
Will Go Out To Do Its Deeds
And Once Its Released
From Me To You
I Pray It Will Meet Your Needs
So Before I Speak
And Before I Do
Let Me Think It Thru And Thru
And Stop To Ask The Question
Will This Bring A Blessing Upon You

Susan
Prince George, B.C.
September 08, 2007
"The Hour before the Dawn" by Susan Furmanczyk
Awaken O Church, you sleeping giant
Rise up and see the light,
That shines from hidden valleys
O sleeping giant arise and know, the time, the hour,
The dawn breaks the day.

Rise up, O Bride, and hear His cry
For the Lord of Glory, He draws nigh
Fill up your lamps with oil, there is no time to waste
Arise, O Bride, in His power and strength
And stand in His grace.

Rise up, O Prophets, and take your place
Beside the Eastern Gate
For the Lord of Hosts, comes to do battle
Arrayed in armor, glistening two-edged sword
Arise, O Prophets, declare the Word of the Lord.

Rise up, O Priests, dance before the Lord with all your might
With singing and with sound of trumpet
For the presence of the Lord goes with us
Encamped about us, our front guard and our rear guard
Arise, O Priests and blow ram horns.

Rise up, O Kings, know the victory He has won
His Kingdom, He has established, the Everlasting One
There is none like you, O Lord our God in all the heaven and earth
Arise, O sons, O daughters,
Possess the land given to you.

Rise up, O His people, for the dawn breaks the day,
And there shall come from His Church, a river flow yet unknown
None can stop it, for it is for the pulling down of strongholds,
Miracles, signs and wonders, His glory to behold
Arise O His people, prepare the way of the Lord.
Refrain
No weapon formed against you, will prosper nor will harm
For our Lord, He is mighty, on Him we lean upon
It is He who goes before us and delivers them into our hands
It is He who smites the enemy down.
Arise, Arise, Arise

Scott

Lakeland, Florida
September 1, 2007
It’s A New Day by Scott Van Wagner

I wrote this song, “It’s A New Day” as a declaration for our church.

New Day
© Scott Van Wagner 2006

The breaking of dawn reminds me of You
Every morning Your mercies are new
Hope awakens in my heart I hear Your Spirit say
It’s a new day it’s a new day

Walking on this path You’ve called us to
There are storms that we must go through
With our eyes on the prize and faith in You
We join with You and say

It’s a new day
The past is gone the future is bright
It’s a new day

Interlude

Mountains are moving dreams restored
Nothing can stop the army of the Lord! (3x)
It’s a new day!

No more debt!
No more lack!
No more delay!
It’s a new day!
 

Heather
Summerside, Prince Edward Island
August 31, 2007
WHO WILL I SEND? By Heather Thorpe

The Lord Sent Moses To Pharaoh
And Gave Moses The Words To Say
It Is "I AM" Who Has Sent You
Be Strong! Be Not Afraid!
As Jesus Commission His Disciples
To Heal The Sick, The Blind, The Lame
They Walked In The "Might" Of His Power
Proclaiming Victory! In Jesus Name!
Now The King Of Kings Is Calling
He's Calling You And Me
To Further The Work Of His Kingdom
And Set His Children Free!
He'll Give Us A Heart Of Compassion
He'll Open Our Eyes To See
What Moves The Heart Of The Father
Bringing Freedom! And Liberty!
Who Will Go In My Power?
With No Worldly Possessions To Gain
Who Will Walk In Humility?
Bringing Honor Unto My Name!

Isaiah 6:6-8
“Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding in his hand a live coal which he had taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. With this he touched my mouth and said:
“See now, this has touched your lips, your sin is taken away, your iniquity is purged”.
Then I head the voice of the Lord saying:
“WHOM SHALL I SEND”? WHO WILL BE OUR MESSENGER?
I answered, “ HERE I AM, SEND ME”!

Irene
Edmonton, Alberta
August 31, 2007
River of Love by Irene Ochotta

Thank you Lord for the River of Love:
Your Love like a fountain, the fountain of life.
Streams of Love as it divides and separates
Like an octopus of many arms, but yet one body
Flowing out into the desert from you and me.
Arms and legs, and mouth and nose, and ears,
Rushing forth into every crack and crevasse
Filling every empty hole
From you to me and out to the sea
Not returning void but replenishing every one
And filling every mouth to be free, to live in Thee
Warm and secure, shining as gold
Your face to see; in One all set free.

Shirley
Surrey, British Columbia
August 28, 2007
Love Beyond Death by Shirley McCoy

The time had come, and Love laid down His life: His sacrifice, that He might receive a Bride.
And from His lips, in agony of love, His heart desiring only that He cleanse our guilty stain,
He cried “Father, forgive them…” and then Love died. The blood and water bore witness as they poured out from His side.

Infinite Love… was never satisfied and could not cease; and laden with our sin, descended into Hell-
for even dead, Love still must give, and give, so His Beloved Dead might live.
And in that awful place, Love gave still more, and spoke life into those held captive
in that place fit only for the devil, and his evil race.

Love, in death, as Love in life, gave His all for those He knew could never free themselves.
And Heaven stood up and Hell was rent, by the power of the Love God sent, Who gave and gave,
in life, and then in death;

And resurrection life- “Light, BE!” exploded in Hell’s captivity.
Such radiant glory could only spring when Love had given everything, and gave yet more.
And up! In life both free and new, in resurrection, not a few;
and Love arose on that third day, and tore the bands of death away.

For Love, in death, must bring forth life, receive unto Himself, a Bride, and know His wife.
And resurrection power thus born must end, by means of glory-life, all deathly bonds;
His victory stood not at the grave to weep, but, even in His death,
Undying Love must always go beyond.

Shirley
Surrey, British Columbia
August 28, 2007
Breaking, Cleansing and Refreshing by Shirley McCoy

Breaking the strongholds allowed too long; surrender of will that once stood strong;
Relinquishing Lordship bowing the knee; acknowledging bondage, choosing to be free.
Cleansing the heart that belongs to You; washed from sins darkness now clean and new.
Trusting the blood, believing for change; whiter than snow by the great exchange.
Refreshing the life from the ways now gone; Spirit-breathed strength to carry on;
Restoring the foot to the path once trod; imparting anew the anointing of God.

Breaking, cleansing and refreshing, trusting fully in Your grace;
Breaking, cleansing and refreshing, forever beholding Your face!

Breaking the ground that refused to be tilled; trusting Your grace to cover me still;
Forsaking stubbornness, relinquishing pride; making the choice in Your will to abide.
Cleansing my heart by Your blood and Your grace; lifted from burdens, beholding Your face.
Freely forgiven, made clean whole and new; purchased and free by Your Spirit and truth.
Refreshing my life with Your Spirit's rain; restoring my feet to Your path once again;
Rekindling fire for the truth of Your word; renewed in the knowledge that Jesus is Lord.

Breaking, cleansing and refreshing, trusting fully in Your grace,
Breaking, cleansing and refreshing, forever beholding Your face!

Grace
British Columbia
August 26, 2007
HOSEA - Your Redeeming Love by Grace Wiebe

Hosea was a prophet
With a call to Israel
To return to the Lord
And again obey His will
Their unfaithfulness was rampant
They ran after other gods
"Your adulteries, O Israel,
Deeply wrench my broken heart!"

So He called His man Hosea
And equipped him for his task
By making his life a picture
Of the message He must pass

"Go, marry Gomer -
A prostitute in town
I want you to show love to her
In spite of all she's done
I want you to accept her
And forgive her for her sin
To see her as I see her
- to see there's hope again

I want your love to woo her
From her unfaithful ways
To help overcome her tendencies
To keep going - astray

I know it will be painful
And much anguish will still be had
But you need to live in this to understand
Why their sin is so bad

I've done everything for My people
Lavished on them my unfailing love
But they continue to betray Me
And degrade themselves again

I know you have many questions
About the wisdom of My ways
But through your life with Gomer
I want to expressing my Redeeming Ways

Hosea, you need to trust Me
And be assured that I know best
And know that through My work in you
You'll be a blessing to the rest

I'll be with you each step along the way
- each day
I'll reveal My heart you
Increasingly as you pray

Your heart will be a mirror
Of the compassion that I have
And as I minister to you
It will be to them as salve

Healing, Reconciliation
Restoration is what I want
My Redeeming Love
- will silence the enemy's taunts

I'm longing for the coming day
When My Bride no longer strays
And she is passionately in love with Me
Forever and always!

I want to shower her with My kisses
-embrace her with My love
Have her reign with Me forever
Enraptured in My undying love

Jacqueline
Edmonton, Alberta
August 23, 2007
Prophetic Story (given in a vision)

THE TREE by Jacqueline Stoop

I sat with Jesus in the Garden beside a great tree resplendent with green leaves and tiny little pink flowers. I was enthralled with the birds, bees, and butterflies that flitted throughout the foliage. I so enjoyed sitting in stillness with the Lord discussing a myriad of things and just loving Him. He handed me a package wrapped and tied with a bow. I took the package and holding it closely I walked around the Garden savoring the moment when I would open it. I returned to the stone bench after awhile and opening the package I finally looked inside. Jesus smiling gently, watched to see my reaction. Inside was a small seedling resting on a bed of moss. I looked up at Him and asked what He wanted me to do with the little plant. I am not much of a gardener and feared I would do something to harm the precious gift. He told me He wanted me to plant it at the base of the great tree we sat beside. But I argued that a little seedling stood little chance of survival so close to a grown tree and surely it would be better out in the open. He looked at me with great tenderness and began an amazing lesson. He told me the great tree represented Him and the little seedling represented me. He said that planting the little seedling next to the great tree would protect it. As well, as the roots of the seedling strengthened they would entwine with the roots of the great tree to receive nourishment. He said “so it is with you my child”. He reminded me of Psalm 1:3 saying “you are like a tree planted by the streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither”. I did as the Lord instructed and planted the seedling at the base of the Great Tree.

Over time I checked daily to watch the progress of the little tree. I was amazed as it grew steadily taller and stronger. Soon I spent less time in the Garden as the demands of life drew me apart. One day as I had come to a point of total exhaustion, I came back to the Garden for rest. I looked for the seedling which should have grown quite tall. I was horrified to see that it had lost many of its leaves and those that were left were curling and brown. As I examined the little tree I noted the leaves were under vicious attack by horrible insects. The ground around it was cracked and did not look healthy either. I went away dejected and sad but determined I would save the little tree. I armed myself with shovels and different kinds of pesticides and fertilizers. When I arrived back at the little tree I saw a man on his knees gently touching each leaf. I asked him to move aside and let me in to do what needed to be done to save the little tree. As he looked up at me I realized it was Jesus. Time froze as Jesus looked at me for a long while with gentle love. I poured out my sorrow at the dying little tree and told Him maybe it should have been planted somewhere else after all. He asked whether I trusted Him. I replied of course I trusted Him, but He could probably use my help as I was armed with everything known to man to save the tree. As I looked into my Lord’s gentle eyes I realized how foolish I sounded. And I realized how much I missed being with Him in the Garden. I wept great tears of heart-wrenching sorrow. The Lord took my hand and led me over to the little tree. We kneeled beside it and as I watched I realized He was carefully picking every bug off each leaf with His hands. I began to do the same. As we worked side by side Jesus spoke to me and taught me that it was only by His gentle touch this tree would survive. He showed me that if I had come with my own methods to kill the bugs, the only result would have been the killing of the little tree. I spent each day in the garden afterward and watched the little tree grow taller and stronger, now branching out in every direction. I was reminded of Psalm 52:8 “I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God’s unfailing love for ever and ever”. It was a time of healing and restoration. But of course I soon was distracted by the demands of life and spent less and less time in our Garden.

I came to a point of death and crawled my way back to the Garden one day. I saw a man chopping down the little tree. I summoned what little strength I had and hurled myself at his back crying out as each blow seemed to strike deep into my heart. He stopped cutting and as I realized it was Jesus I cried out a plea for mercy! He turned to me and with kindness asked whether I still trusted Him. I replied again that of course I trusted Him but surely He did not have to kill the tree. Because I remembered He had said this little tree was me and it was as though He was killing me. I could not comprehend what purpose the Lord would have for doing something so cruel (in my mind). He asked again if I would trust Him. I took a little longer to answer this time. As I searched my heart I laid myself down at His feet and surrendered all I thought I knew, all my cares, all my pain and all that I was and replied that I trusted Him with my life. I felt at peace as my Lord completed the cutting down of the little tree to a few inches above ground level. I asked whether He would next dig the little tree out of the ground. He replied no and holding me close instructed me to keep watch. He reminded me of John 15:1-2 “I am the true vine and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit He trims clean so that it will be even more fruitful”.

It took only a few months before new branches emerged from the little tree. My soul thrilled each day to see it growing even more strong and lush. Soon it was standing tall, firmly planted at the side of the Great Tree with every imaginable bird, bee, and butterfly nesting in its branches. I could see great clumps of fruit emerging out of the little flowers and knew the tree would be okay. It truly had needed roots that became one with the Great Tree. For from the Great Tree came its strength and life. And it needed the attention, protection, and loving care of the Master Gardener. As I looked around the Great Tree I noticed for the first time many other little trees at different stages of growth and maturity. I realized we were becoming a huge forest. The Lord reminded me of Revelation 22:2 “On each side of the river stood the Tree of Life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations”. I knew in the deepest places of my heart that I must remain vigilant and stand firmly beside the Lord. He deserves nothing less than all of me and all of my attention. Isaiah 55:6 says “Seek the Lord while He may be found; call on Him while He is near”. 1 Chronicles 28:9 says “acknowledge the God of your father, and serve Him with wholehearted devotion and with a willing mind, for the Lord searches every heart and understands every motive behind the thoughts. If you seek Him, He will be found by you; but if you forsake Him, He will reject you forever.” I am forever humbled and filled with gratitude that Father never gave up me (the little tree). He after all promised in Hebrews 13:5 “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” He calls to each of us to remain in Him. He is waiting…

Trish
Hornepayne, Ontario
August 25, 2007
Broken Pieces by Trish Coyne

broken pieces
colored glass
fragments of my life

broken pieces
colored glass
shattered on the floor

stain glass window
design of God
His Son is shining through

broken pieces
colored glass
the Beauty of the Lord

H. Faye
August 23, 2007
Daddy’s Arms by H. Faye Moody

I will sing of the goodness of God
I will speak of his bigness and power
I will laugh with delight in his love for me
And run with joy to his arms.

I’ll shed all the doubts and the fears
That have kept me locked up and so cold!
I’ll ignore the growls of negative speakers
And with boldness run to his arms.

I can live like a child in his care
Protected from enemy strikes.
Trust in his mercy floods me with hope
I’ll laugh and rejoice in his arms.

I’ll resist each dark, anxious thought
And ask for his wise, perfect plan
To transform my life and absorb every need.
I’m a child in my Daddy’s arms.

Bev
Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia
August 22, 2007
FIELDS of REDEMPTION by Bev Reid

The Lord's love restores
What locusts lay bare
He ripens the harvest
Removes every tare

God's fields of redemption
Are golden and ripe
His reapers made ready
Veiled eyes given sight

Released in Christ's glory
As One we will run
Through fields of redemption
Prepared by the Son

We'll gather the harvest
Of promise and prayer
God's spirit will winnow
The grain gathered there

By grace we'll run freely
In God's golden fields
Of redeeming love
That His Spirit yields

Abundantly given
All that we'll need
To harvest the souls
The Redeemer has freed

Myra
Buhl, Idaho USA
August 17, 2007
Longing by Myra Wood

My heart cries out to You, my God
My soul yearns for You
The mind cannot comprehend
What my spirit and soul seek

There is a longing deep inside of me
That cries out for more of You
I need You near me
Because I am lost without You

My spirit seeks You in my dreams,
I hunger daily for more of You
There is such a longing
That from morning to night
I think only of You

I want the intimacy that can
Only come from knowing You more
As I read my bible and pray
And daily seek Your face

Only You can satisfy
This longing in my soul

© 2003
When I Am Afraid by Myra Wood
When I am afraid
I will trust in You
In God, whose word I praise
What can mortal man do to me

For You, O' Lord are with me
Like a mighty warrior
You train my hand for battle
And Your right hand sustains me

With Your help I can
Advance against a troop
With my God
I can scale a wall

For You have been my hope
O' Sovereign Lord
You are my strong refuge
And hold me by my right hand

Earth has nothing I desire
Besides You, my God
You are the strength of my heart
And my portion forever

Copyright 2001

Heather
Summerside, Prince Edward Island
August 13,2007
HEAVEN'S WORSHIP by Heather Thorpe

May We See The Worship Of Heaven

May We Join In One Accord

May We Come In Adoration

Singing Praises To The Lord!

May We See The Ten's Of Thousands

As The Elders And Angels Bow

May We See Every Tribe And Nation

Worshipping King Jesus Now!

May We Hear The Cry Of The Spirit

May We Hear The Angels Wings

May We Hear The Sound Of Heaven

Singing Alleluia To Our King!

May We Hear The Harps Of David

May We Hear The Trumpet Sounds

May We See The Twenty-four Elders

Casting Down Their Crowns!

Let Us Sing Glory Halleluiah

Worthy To The Lamb

Let Us Sing Holy, Holy, Holy

To Our God - The Great I AM!

Heather
August 8, 2007

"CONSECRATE” by Heather Thorpe

"Consecrate" My Mind O Lord

Let My Words Be Yours To Tell

"Consecrate" My Mind O Lord

Where Your Holy Spirit May Dwell!

"Consecrate" My Hearing O Lord

Let Me Come Thirsty Again

"Consecrate" My Hearing O Lord

Let Your Words Cut Deep Within!

"Consecrate" My Heart O Lord

Returning heart To You

"Consecrate" My Heart O Lord

Come! Do What You Need To Do!

"Consecrate" My Life O Lord

To Be Holy And Set Apart

"Consecrate" My Life O Lord

Living With A Surrender Heart!

"Consecrate" My Steps O Lord

Be My Guiding Light

"Consecrate" My Steps O Lord

Morning, Noon, And Night!

Beverly
Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia
August 7, 2007

My Child by Beverly Reid

You are beautiful My child
I have formed you by My hand
With My love I surround you
You are precious to my plan

In your valleys I have been there
I have longed to be your guide
I have called to you My child
But your soul was bound and tied

For within you was the struggle
With sin and self need
As the flesh fought against
What My Son has set free

The pain that has touched you
No one else can ever know
But My child I have walked with you
And know the wounds of your soul

In My heart I have cried with you
As you've struggled with your pain
And I've longed to hold you
So you'd never hurt again

But lies and confusion
Have blocked healing from my hand
And as you've struggled for the truth
You've been learning how to stand

By the power of My love alone
And not on flesh or man
So be encouraged My child
You've reached out - now take My hand

And you'll see My truth more clearly
Than ever you thought could be
For you've arrived at the threshold
Of your new life in Me

For in trust and obedience
Comes freedom, fruit and joy
And as you break through My child
Your soul is bound no more

Let us dance and sing together
On your new wings we will soar
For it is in complete surrender
Comes true freedom for the soul

Follow Me by Beverly Reid

In that place of sweet surrender
My way will be opened for thee,
And as you faithfully seek My face
You'll learn to follow Me.

Wherever our journey leads,
Through valleys or stormy gales,
I'll keep your steps ever steadfast
And protect you through the vales.

We'll climb the heights together,
Examine the valley's floor,
Travel the hidden byways,
Chase fear till it is no more.

As you see truth more clearly
And My love captures your soul,
The world will take on new meaning
And My Spirit reveal our goal.

We make this journey together
To call home the sheep and the lambs
Who are lost and afraid and lonely
As they've strayed from My plans.

Together we will find them,
Carry them safely to the fold,
Until they've learned to follow
And My love too fills their soul.

Gary
Landmark, MB
August 7, 2007

Hide n’ Seek by Gary Toews

You’re hiding from me
Like the moon from the sun
When I come out in the day
To the night you run

Where are you children?
Come into the light!
Leave the shadows behind you,
Don’t cower in fright

I’ve come to find you
To show you the way
So that you will find me
The rest of your days

I will give you a key
That will open a door
I’ll give you eyes to see
And so much more

I will open your ears
And give you a tongue to speak
You will hear what I hear
If only you’ll seek

Deb
August 3, 2007

Dawning Of This Day- by Deb McGee Trammell

Arise and shine,
for the dawning of this day,
has arrived on you

The darkness is past,
a new day have arrived,
to envelop you too.

I am doing a new thing,
on the earth, inside my people
I call forth, come

Do not look back
to the place you have been,
I brought you from.

A new day is here, to rise up
and walk in, to declare
all of My will,

This is not about personalities,
this is about Me, My desire,
peace, be still.

I have before you,
an open door, walk through it,
My hand is on you,

Do not be concerned,
what anyone may say,
I walk before you, brand new.

I clear the way,
all the obstacles that caused
you not to pass,

I bring you into My Light,
you speak My words,
the evil falls, this I morass.

Today is a new day, to walk in
to live, to bid all to come in,
and leave behind, them,

All the restraints that held you back,
as you walked in faith,
and touched My hem.

Declare to the world,
Come to Me and I will give
you rest, that you seek,

I go before you, I make
the crooked places straight,
I am with, those that are meek.

The day has arrived,
I bring the evil out and
I bring it down,

Do not fear what you see,
it is I, Your God,
who gives, your sound.

Keep yours eyes and ears
focused on Me, each moment
of what is called, today

Do not fear or be weary
in doing good, it is I that
continues, to show you the way.

You are so precious to Me,
I cover you in my love,
My protection is over you,

Hold your head high,
Speak those words I give,
My banner is over you too.

My Spirit fills you
to overflowing, like a
mighty river, overflowed

You are my precious gift,
My will be done,
To you I have bestowed!

Shawn
Qualicum Beach, British Columbia
July 28, 2007

BEFORE THE RAIN by Shawn Dearin

We learned to fear the Lord
The days are precious
The Lord's voice crieth unto the city
The spirit and the bride say, Come
There is still time, so Come

The covers of the world are in tatters
People are scared
There's no one to trust
Wars and tears
Power, greed and lust

How do you feel about the babies
That continue to die, everyday
Where is the standard, Crying Out
Make straight His way!

Is there time to build
Your own life
Or to build a house for Him
The day of His wrath is coming
Where do we begin

With weeping and hearts of repentance
The time is drawing near
To kiss His son
Lay down our life
Let go of all we hold dear

Let heaven have it's way at last!
Kingdom Rules, Kingdom Reigns
A terrible army with banners
Marching out
Before the rain

Elizabeth
Toronto, Ontario
August 2, 2007

MY BELOVED IS COMING by Elizabeth Poulsen

I wait –
Speak Your sovereign words and thoughts to me.

Words that are so pure
They permeate and demolish thick walls
I have placed around my eyes
My ears
My mind
My heart
To keep from being wounded by those insensitive to who I am

I feel like I am completely unprotected at times
And then You come –
The Safe One

Full of Purpose
Full of Safe Fire
Fierce toward me
To bring me to a place once more of Your covering
Enfolded in Your great Love
Surrounded
I become engulfed in this love
Knowing You are completely focused on what I require

You are valiant for me
Fire and strength surround You
Everything moves,
-Parts-
To prefer You
The grass even parts for You
Nothing opposes You
Nothing dares

You command
Complete surrender
Complete Unity
For Your purpose is so pure

To love Your Chosen
To rescue Her
To claim Her
She is yours
You have won her heart
You have Purchased her with Your life

Everyone knows it
Everything understands it
The touch of Your life blood is everywhere

Redeeming Creation
Demanding my release
I am beginning to feel the fire
As you come nearer
I am waiting for You
I am watching for my Beloved
He is near and the walls are disintegrating as He approaches
“Danger” is conscious of the changes
He is afraid to stay
Anxious to flee
Weakened each second that draws my Beloved closer
The time has come
And I am ready
I am naked
But the warmth of His Fire is covering me
The sense of His love is already touching the wounded places.
I am battered
But I will be radiant
When He covers me His love will transform
My Brokenness
to
Beauty Beyond Description
For in Him I am as He is
Complete
Safe
At last

Heart Beat by Elizabeth Poulsen

Be thou still

O my heart

For I will create

New rhythms

That allow you to rest

Peace shall be your mantle

Quiet your song

Hallowed your home

Wherever you tread

Beloved in your touch

Precise in your words

Gallant in your Endeavors

"Chivalrous" will accompany you

"Mindfulness" at your right side

Rescue those who are troubled

I will choose each one

You will bring a cup of water

This water is like no other

They will drink

The fountain is within you

It comes from me

The true source of life

Do not fear words you have spoken

I am the truth

No one knows the heart of man

But I know a heart that seeks

I will care for that heart

I will watch over it

Night and day through times of darkness

To glorious light

I created it, I separated it, I understand it

I Will teach you to understand it as well

Place your hands in mine

~ Your loving Heavenly Father

This other word following was a revelation I received along with an interpretation while having a vision. Please be encouraged as I was for the church.

I saw a woman standing on a road.
She wore no clothes.
She had some open wounds
And had obviously been the victim
Of those who took advantage of her vulnerability.

She was watching up the road,
In her difficult state,
Hoping to see Him.

I saw the Lord.

He was coming with such purpose and power.
Fire surrounded Him
And it came from within Him
And everything moved out of the way for Him,

Even the blades of grass

For He commanded everything in Heaven and on Earth
To come into Unity with Him.

This was not a choice but a commanded unity

For He is coming to her. -
He has chosen her -
He has paid the required price for her –

And everything recognizes His authority in this situation
As He rides toward her.

She cannot see Him coming
But the warmth of the Fire begins to comfort her
As He comes.

He is closer than ever before
And she is experiencing healing
And becoming secure in her state.

I noticed she had built walls or shields
Around her eyes,
Ears,
Heart and mind
Made of the earth
And they were disintegrating as this warmth came over her
And she knows that He is coming.
Even though she cannot see Him
She knows He will only get closer now
Until they are together forever.

I saw an assignment, a short figure near her, called “Danger”.
He is fearful as he senses this fire and wants to flee but can’t.
He is anxious now
And less powerful to affect her with insecurity
As he is more concerned with his own safety.
He knows that when the Lord approaches
All Danger
Will be gone
For this One who belongs to the Rider.

Heather
Summerside, Prince Edward Island
August 1, 2007

HOW LONG O LORD- Poem by Heather

How Long Will We Stay
In This Dry And Barren Land
As Our Heart And Soul Cries Out
Of More From The "Great I AM"

How Long Will We Stay
In Search For This Flight
As This Voice Inside Of Us
Pleads Morning, Noon And Night

How Long Will We Stay
Quiet And Still For Thee
In This Dry And Barren Land
A Longing For What's "Complete"

How Long Will Our Ears
Be Contented With What We Hear?
How Long Will Our Eyes
Fill Up With Heartfelt Tears?
How Long Will Our Voice
Be Silent Beyond Repair?
How Long Will Our Heart
Break For The One We Hold Dear?

How Long O Lord, How Long
Will We Stay In This Barren Land
Or Chose To Move Beyond
As We Trust Your Guiding Hand

Today, Will You Chose
To Be Silent In The Land
Or Breath Out The Breathe of God
And “Declare“.....
“RISE UP DRY BONES AND STAND”!

Beverly
Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia
July 30, 2007

His Burden- by Beverly

His burden comes
In many forms
A child in need
A family torn
The Lord's heart cry
He gives to thee
So you will come
On bended knee
The cry from souls
Surrendered there
In battle dress
Cry out in prayer
A Son in pain
Upon the cross
Bears all we bring
No prayer a loss
For He took all
Our sin and shame
In Him we rest
The blind and lame
Oh Jesus Lord
You are the Way
I bring my heart
To you today
For Your desire
On my heart placed
Prayed back to You
Releases grace