Eternal Song Within Arising

Rising up within me there is a song
A song that I will always sing in my attempt to pour back the love and grace that's been showered upon me.

This song runs deep; it pulses in my veins, it's forever intertwined with my blood and life.
It will always make me sing to a King, the King, most worthy above all.

Battered and bruised and crushed for me; He took it all and went well into the darkness for my sake
going farther and giving up more than I ever can or will in this mortal skin.

Yet, fight the darkness I will and propel love and light into its midst to shake the demons and hate
from their ground, the ancient strongholds and drive them back into the despised abyss called Hell.

For there my soul once dwelt bound to all that hates and destroys and kept me from my Maker;
yet my Abba's grace was Before and extends Beyond and so it stretched down and rescued me from the abyss and is cleansing me.

And now my desire is for the Lover and to be like HIM.
Burn desire for HIM, burn.

Victory in HIM

In all the messes we'll EVER make,
there is victory in HIM that they can ALL be cleaned up.

In all the pain we'll EVER taste,
there is victory in HIM that they can always taste sweet rather than bitter.

In all the joy and delight that we'll "rob" ourselves or others from,
there is victory in HIM that He will always give us himself, the only true source of joy and delight.

Though my Enemy lies to me and brings pain and sorrow in this earthly path,
there is victory in HIM to recognize that only ever does my Enemy lie to me and not my God.

Though my paths are bitterly painful now like walking on crushed glass with already bleeding soles,
there is victory in HIM that I do not walk these paths by myself as HE is ever at my side.

Though the rocks be hurled my way to stone me and ALL my friends eternally forsake me,
there is victory in HIM because nothing will ever separate me from HIS love and presence.

Your Love

Your love is immensely grand;
at times it is all that makes me stand.

Your love is as close as the
air and always real
drawing me to you closer and
closer still.

Your love makes me content
and jubilant
while all the world's best
can only make me pant.

You are romantic beyond end
and have always been.
'Tis this love that compelled
your Son to intercede due to sin.

My Prayer In Norco, LA

May my flesh be all stripped away both now and forever.
And may only your Spirit abide and remain and pour forth into the lives of all others.
Your love is real and true, a gift for us daily to embrace and be changed by.

Thoughts in Prose Composed Today

From ashes we rise to hands pierced by love
From spiritual poverty and despair we learn to fly and soar in grace
If we but turn our eyes off ourselves and look to the Father above
Quieting all that rages around and within to be still within Papa's warm and soothing embrace

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The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit.
- Psalm 34:18

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and a contrite heart --- These, O God, You will not despise. - Psalm 51:17

The Path Unfamiliar (Song)

My heart is in need. Will you come and help me?
My heart is in need. Will you come and rescue me?

I want, I want to walk this path
I want, I want to walk this path
This path you've set before me, but I can only by Your grace.

Oh help me to see Your face.
Oh help me to see Your face.

You're asking my heart to become bigger than its ever been before
And all this necessary stretching is beginning to feel like ripping.

But have my heart anyways --- stretch it, fill it, transform it.
Take out the fear. Let only love abide.
Transform triumphantly all that's ever been inside.

I want, I want to walk this path
I want, I want to walk this path
This path you've set before me, but I can only by Your grace.

Poem For the Day

All I have and all I am is
because of You.
All my love and kindness
comes from You.
For YOU ALONE are the source
of Joy, Peace, Strength, & Love.

A Birthday Poem for Matthew Eskuchen

My friend Matthew is a poet,
And he surely does know it.

He takes his little notebook all around town
And when inspired words come, he writes them down.

For hours we could talk and not be tired,
But if he did that with me at Ruby Tuesday’s he’d surely be fired!

We’ve known each other for not so long
And in America this poem would become a birthday song.

But, alas, I am without my guitar
It is miles away ... at present a bit too far

For me to play for my dear friend
And so this birthday poem, I do send!

A Poem for My Dear Spring

I have a friend named Spring.
I do not know if she can sing.

But she is very nice,
And in her country they eat a lot of rice.

Right now, it is with her that I stay,
And in August I shall go away.

Jeremiah 31:3

This is a poem I was given from the Lord on May 1, 2007. The words are from Him alone. It was exciting for me to pen them down. May it encourage you! --- Amanda

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Liars, thieves, and mockers of You
Trampling down love and so much that You do

Adulterers, prostitutes, and dead corpses walking
For thousands of years it's to us You've been talking

Filthy, bloody, and blind yet unwilling
To look past ourselves and come to the One we've been killing

Dirty and stubborn, a believer of lies
We are these for whom the Son dies

Upon a cross filled with grace
Lifting sins' stains without trace

New birth, new life, with eyes now we see
A glimpse of the depth of Your mercy

New creations, men walking with Life
Filled with Peace no matter what swirling strife

Surrounds and awaits to ensnare
Away from You, us it will not tear

Joy and hope now abiding within
And You welcoming us home eternally without sin!!!