Himself

Listening to her play the piano, GOD's spirit touches me.
Gently laying in the music of himself, his care and tenderness tends perfectly to my soul.
Himself the colors, the sounds.
Himself who tucks me into folds of love, sounds of his spirit in twines and covers me, where words alone could never paint.
I receive, heal and know and am known.
Himself who is ever loving me first that I might love in return.
His special flowing moving healing love of himself
I look and see the little girl of his delight whom he uses to minister himself to me.
He shares with me her spirit of delight to play for the king. Sparkling eyes, beautiful heart, he loves her like crazy.
My heart so full I want to tell her over and over of the Father gift she gives me each time she plays.
It is the gift of grace, the gift of himself that could never be repaid.
My solace and joy is that I know the same Himself is her Himself and he can do and is, far more in a zillion far more ways.
So Father give her a hug from me and thank her, bless her with great heaps of yourself as I know you do.
ted

It was love not an accusing finger

It was love not an accusing finger
I know the evil of my sin

It was love not an accusing finger
A love that had to be more desirous than sin
that would lead my affections away from myself.

It was love not an accusing finger
Love so consistent so continual
it would fill the empty voids of my soul.
It would be there to feed me,
to touch and breath in all day long.

A love I would learn to trust and live in.

His love heals, lives and gives life!
Accusing finger tears down, shames, condemns.

"There is now, no more condemnation
for those who are in Christ"

Wind of the Living Spirit

Wind hovering over the water
The invisible moving the visible
Lord I step into your breathing
Feeling the movement of yourself
I am invited to be loved.

You are the living, moving Spirit in me.
Your offering hand to live in your unraveling healing
is what I need so badly.

The Living Moving Spirit, is you Father.
It's you, that loves this raggedy, grungy kid,
so unlovely, you see me as beloved.

Accepting your invitation I move with you.
Your presence clothes me in dazzling colors.
Your extravagant love holds the gaze of my heart
as I am loved and loved and loved.

Oh Wind of the Living Spirit let's live together, forever.