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"the depth of me"

You’re a Keeper…


Hosea 2:19 So I will betroth you to Me forever; I will betroth you in righteousness and justice, in loving devotion and compassion. 20 And I will betroth you in faithfulness, and you will know the LORD.”…

2 Corinthians 11:2
I am jealous for you with a godly jealousy. For I promised you to one husband, to present you as a pure virgin to Christ.


We’re back at the beginning;

Oh how I love beginnings!

Love fresh, as a golden dawn in all it’s splendor,

devoid of heart-wrenching memory, misty eye and disillusionment.

Oh the freedom!

running through the fields with you

fingers interlaced in a loose grasp

because I know you won’t let go

surrounded by your light and your warmth

eyes alight in wonder at the miracle of you


In this unraveling of the tender depths in each other,

there’s a fresh outpouring of devotion,

as the ceaseless oil from the widows jar.


You’re a keeper-

a keeper of promises

a keeper of love

a keeper of me

and to you- for you- before you -I am

all that you want me to be

because you make me so.


A wounded bird with broken wings,

I once lay on earth’s floor,

ready for the end, for the nothingness-

I embraced it gladly,

but you said-

you have loved me with an everlasting love.

The oil you have put in my jar flows endlessly

your eternal promise to me,

promise keeper-

I love you for who you are.

Isaiah 54:5
For your husband is your Maker–the LORD of Hosts is His name–the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; He is called the God of all the earth.


Over my head


Psalm 23: 5-6 ……….You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.


His face goes before me

His scarlet cloak my covering

His voice- words like oil wash over me

And I am pliable

the perfect prize

dancing in the circle of his embrace


His eyes are the light guiding me to Him

Always to Him


Gentle, unruffled, steady He holds me

slow and sweet

swift and unrelenting

His love


The air is still

the birds hold their breath

as in mid-flight, a kaleidoscope of color


the rush of ocean stemmed

the sun exceedingly bright

ears tuned

we await the sound of your voice


Then a mighty wind as an envelope

embraces me

my skin tingles in anticipation

the birds take up their song again

oceans lapping the shores with their lusty tongues

and earthy leaves spin and dance in the hurricane of my passion

strands of ancient song


His voice sounds like the ocean

His voice sounds like the wind

His voice sounds like bird song

His voice sounds like laughter

His voice sounds like my heartbeat

He’s all around me



My Oasis


He said ‘I DO’ long before I was formed.

Before I opened my eyes, He called me BELOVED.

I am His, and He is Mine.

His love, more delightful, more intoxicating than an ocean of wine,

the fragrance of my voice is pleasing to Him

as it drops sweetness as the honeycomb,

milk and honey  under the tongue of my worship.

He’s adorned me with strings of silver studded with gold,

my lips a scarlet ribbon.


I am a rose of Sharon,

a lily of the valleys.


From the deepest clefts of hell, he ransomed me,

through a blood washed romance

he holds me unblemished, His greatest prize.

I delight to sit in his shade,

and his fruit is sweet to my taste

Let him lead me to the banquet hall,

his banner over me is love.


He came,

leaping across the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

It is a season of singing


He came,

my beloved  into his garden

to taste its choice fruits

an orchard of pomegranates

with every kind of incense tree,

a garden fountain,

a well of flowing water

streaming down

to drink His fill of love


He appears like the dawn,

fair as the moon, bright as the sun,

majestic as the stars in procession.

May the wine go straight to my beloved,

flowing gently over lips and teeth.

I belong to my beloved,

and his desire is for me.

How I see it/How God sees it

My Rescuer, in the Valley, Desolate



In the valley, desolate

I locked eyes with my rescuer

He sang to me a song of love

He sang to me a song of peace

He sang to me a song of freedom

He sang to me the song of one beloved


Oh how sweet the song he sang

oh how lovely the honey that flowed from his lips

His words ricocheted off the walls of my defenses

’till I poured out all of me for His taking

Jesus, my every desire

His voice enraptured as He sang


Stand Still

Stand Still

and see my salvation

Stand Still

For the battle is already won


I will fight for you,

You shall hold your peace

Just go ahead, just go ahead

Hold your peace

I am for you

I’ll never leave



Holding onto my dreams








he comes.


Grabs hold of my dreams

with a firm grip, he wraps them around his tall sturdy frame


he won’t let go.


Here I am, captured

by lore,

uncertain whether to play or flee

certain that I want to know how this ends

before it begins.


Blurred Windshield


The rain-

it won’t let up-

the wipers, broken-

the tires-


rear-view mirror-


my hands are shaking-

do I get out of the car?

The car is me.


I cannot run from me.

When I cannot see, when I cannot feel, when the pain is real-

when right and wrong look the same-

when the dreams are a dark fast paced mist-

and the maze has me blindsided-



You are on my side.

You tell my fears to run-

your love surrounds me-

when my thoughts wage war-

You are on my side.

‘Take a seat’ He said


‘I am tired of waiting in the wings.’ That’s me wining again.

‘Take a seat.’ He says ‘Lay your head on my lap, and listen’

‘But I’ve had my ear bent to hear your voice this entire time. What new thing could you possibly say to me now?’

‘That you ask that question in itself should reveal to you where your ear has been- because it’s not been bent toward me.’ He says this with a rebuke on His face, but I can tell He’s not angry.

‘I have loved you eternally. There’s not a desire in your heart I cannot give. More than you, I want all your dreams to come to pass.’

‘Love? Are you joking? What kind of person saves a lamb only to cast it to wolves? You say you love me, but I don’t feel loved. I literally have to beg for love handouts from jaded individuals whose concept of love is either lust or exploitation.’

‘And what of you? Have you loved? Show me one person you have loved unconditionally?’ he asks

‘But I cannot give what I do not have.’ I grudgingly respond.

‘That is not true. For as long as you have me as your motive for everything you do and give, you have love.’

‘See the green around you?’

I look around me and see endless lush green fields, and falling leaves.

‘There’s my faithfulness.’ he runs his hands through my hair and tilts my face to his.

‘When will you stop running from me?’ ‘Why is it so hard for you to trust me?’

‘Hebrews 13:8 says that you never change.  I don’t understand you. I cannot predict you, I cannot manipulate you, and I cannot change you. I think you’re too strict. Too rigid for me.’

‘Change is not in my nature. Besides why would you want to change me?’ He asks

‘Change is farmiliar.’ I should be able to manipulate you- you know, hide a few things from you, move you with my tears. I need you unconditionally on my side.’

‘I am always on your side. And I am moved by your heart- a true heart full of faith.’

‘It doesn’t feel like you’re on my side most days. I mean, seriously- you hold the world in your hands, you can move and change anything you want at any time, but why am I crumbling under the weights of life. I feel like I am literally carrying everything alone- why why why?’ Now I am on my feet jumping up and down in anger.

He pats the empty seat next to him and beckons me to return to His side.

‘Peace be still. You’re my child, and you will always be, but I expect you to behave maturely.  Let wisdom be your best friend. And trust me.’ He says. ‘Keep your eyes on me. Your hand is securely held in mine. I am with you every step of the way. There’s nowhere you go that I have not been.’

Tears running down my face, I ask. ‘Why is life so hard, and empty and filled with misery?’

‘Keep your eyes on me.’

Staring into His eyes, I am comforted.

‘Come here.’

‘But I already am.’

‘Your heart has strayed again.’

‘I gave you imagination,’ he says ‘but my wisdom trumps that every time. Obey my voice. Forget what you think you know. Only my word gives life, direction, and clarity.’

‘I love you. You know that right?’  I ask

‘Of course.’

Dancing with God.



He says ‘I have loved you before the sands of time were made: I love you still. You are chosen as mine.’

We stand so far apart, as the music plays. I would rather not hear the music.

‘Your love is wasted on me. I’d not recognize it even if you turned it to liquid gold and threw it in my face.’ I respond.

Taking a trek down memory lane, I reflect on everyone who ever said they loved me.

Shaking my head vehemently, I tell him to go give his love to someone who deserves it. Deep down, I am afraid he will love me, and then walk away.

As though reading my mind he says ‘This love doesn’t run’

‘We’ll see won’t we?’ I respond.

He smiles and says come dance with me.

‘You will not take no for an answer?’ I wonder out loud.

‘Perfect love casts out all fear.’ He says.

‘I have already chosen you for mine, and to not love you is not possible for me’ he continues. ‘Anything you fear, any road you think too dangerous I have already walked. I have chained death itself, for you.’

‘Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.’ He implores.

‘Don’t see what I’ve done. I know that you see my heart. Look at everyone I have claimed to love. I am not even certain I have it in me to love.’

‘Dance with me.’ He says. ”Nothing else matters for as long as you live but this endless dance with me.’

And the song starts to play.

We Dance

Bethel Music


You steady me
Slow and sweet, we sway
Take the lead and I will follow

[Verse 2]
Finally ready now
To close my eyes and just believe
That You won’t lead me
Where You don’t go

When my faith gets tired
And my hope seems lost
You spin me round and round
And remind me of that song
The one You wrote for me
And we dance
And we dance

[Verse 3]
And I’ve been told
To pick up my sword
And fight for love
Little did I know
That Love had won for me
Here in Your arms

[Verse 4]
You still my heart again
And I breathe You in
Like I’ve never breathed ’till now

When my faith gets tired
And my hope seems lost
You spin me round and round
And remind me of that song
The one You wrote for me
And we dance
Oh, we dance
Oh, when we dance with kiss
Oh, a dance just you and me
And I will lock eyes
With the One who’s ransomed me
The One who gave me joy for mourning
And I will lock eyes
With the One who’s chosen me
The One who set my feet to dancing?

Oh, I will lock eyes
With the One who’s ransomed me
The One who gave me joy for mourning
Oh, Why [?] the One who’s chosen me
The One who set my feet to dancing?

[Verse 5]
Oh, We dance..
Oh, We dance..
Oh, We dance, we dance..
Oh, We dance..
Just You and me
It’s nice to know I’m not alone
I found my home here in Your arms
It’s nice to know I’m not alone
I found my home here in Your arms
It’s nice to know I’m not alone
I found my home here in Your arms
It’s nice to know I’m not alone
I found my home here in Your arms


And the song never ends…………….

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