Brothers and Sisters of the Blood,
I was moved upon by God this morning.
I felt a great pressure to write, and this was the product.
Poetry is simply not generally my way of expression, but it has come out with Divine odours. Please enjoy, because by the Grace of God it has come!
I was moved upon by God this morning.
I felt a great pressure to write, and this was the product.
Poetry is simply not generally my way of expression, but it has come out with Divine odours. Please enjoy, because by the Grace of God it has come!
No earthly music in mine ear,
No natural glory glow.
I cannot see the flesh at all,
And its thoughts I do not know.
But somewhere else my mind, it lies,
Over the hills of God.
In such a sojourn glorious,
Who can but give His laud?
The strangeness of this wandering,
The merriment so sweet,
To find a place of such great Grace,
and shape my soul complete.
Coming oer the yonder hill,
The Presence doth unfold,
And here between starting this dream,
Ive crossed some strange threshold.
No longer earth doth hold its fame,
No want in me it moves.
For I have found the faith abound,
And settled into its grooves!
Oh Praise the Lord! Be lifted up!
He hath at last arrived.
Where have you been, I was hemmed in!
My breaking voice it cries.
And gentleness of multitudes
Comes to his patient smile,
Ive been right here, its been quite clear,
but youve been gone a while!
I now may sit down at His feet,
To hear His Precious Voice,
Whose sounds of mirth do fill the earth.
To hear is but a choice.
So brother, may I sit with you,
And speak for a short time?
To bring you to this secret place
And cause your soul to chime?
Let ears be tense, and heart ready
To hear of inner words,
Here is the key of Eternity
Youll soar in Heavn like birds!
Jesus is the Lord of all,
Creator, God, and King.
This fact so true cannot imbue
The Grace of which I sing.
This land belongs to those for whom
It has been long prepared.
But keys arent sought within this thought.
In fact, they are not there.
Instead, the key, it lies within
A word we know as faith.
Now brother, hear, lets make this clear,
Not one that made you safe!
No No! Not faith that set you free,
That saved your sinning soul!
Instead this gift is a great shift
In the substance of your whole!
When this faith comes upon
For proof you will not strive.
For you will know, from head to toe
The angels have arrived.
This faith, it comes and rides upon
The strange and sweetest Wind
It fills a need, and will recede
Until called upon again.
One last thing I say about
This faith that has no bounds.
When it is near, so is He,
So you may stand your ground.
Brother seek this precious gift
Of faith which He does Give.
Of all things, among all wings,
This one will make you live.
No natural glory glow.
I cannot see the flesh at all,
And its thoughts I do not know.
But somewhere else my mind, it lies,
Over the hills of God.
In such a sojourn glorious,
Who can but give His laud?
The strangeness of this wandering,
The merriment so sweet,
To find a place of such great Grace,
and shape my soul complete.
Coming oer the yonder hill,
The Presence doth unfold,
And here between starting this dream,
Ive crossed some strange threshold.
No longer earth doth hold its fame,
No want in me it moves.
For I have found the faith abound,
And settled into its grooves!
Oh Praise the Lord! Be lifted up!
He hath at last arrived.
Where have you been, I was hemmed in!
My breaking voice it cries.
And gentleness of multitudes
Comes to his patient smile,
Ive been right here, its been quite clear,
but youve been gone a while!
I now may sit down at His feet,
To hear His Precious Voice,
Whose sounds of mirth do fill the earth.
To hear is but a choice.
So brother, may I sit with you,
And speak for a short time?
To bring you to this secret place
And cause your soul to chime?
Let ears be tense, and heart ready
To hear of inner words,
Here is the key of Eternity
Youll soar in Heavn like birds!
Jesus is the Lord of all,
Creator, God, and King.
This fact so true cannot imbue
The Grace of which I sing.
This land belongs to those for whom
It has been long prepared.
But keys arent sought within this thought.
In fact, they are not there.
Instead, the key, it lies within
A word we know as faith.
Now brother, hear, lets make this clear,
Not one that made you safe!
No No! Not faith that set you free,
That saved your sinning soul!
Instead this gift is a great shift
In the substance of your whole!
When this faith comes upon
For proof you will not strive.
For you will know, from head to toe
The angels have arrived.
This faith, it comes and rides upon
The strange and sweetest Wind
It fills a need, and will recede
Until called upon again.
One last thing I say about
This faith that has no bounds.
When it is near, so is He,
So you may stand your ground.
Brother seek this precious gift
Of faith which He does Give.
Of all things, among all wings,
This one will make you live.
