Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Climbing Ladders

Been stepping on stones 
Waiting to fall right in

It's hard to leave crumbs
When that's all I got left to eat

Can't wait for a hero 
When I'm always doing the rescuing 

Can't be the princess 
When in true loves eyes I'm a queen

Warm, cold, hot, still doesn't feel right
Didn't want to taste what was never mine

 Pouring back the porridge 
Giving into thought 

Climbed the ladders high enough 
Found the giants to be small

No towers left to keep me
No powers to defeat me

When the heart knows what it wants
No reason can set the mood

To turn numbness into life
And return a love that I once knew

Friday, December 16, 2011

Love Free

Paid attention to the sound 
Watched the waves toss around

Braced myself for understanding
Listened for greater gaining

No burning bush to distill these thoughts
Only the one I watch and gaze upon

Becoming my set decision
To act out love with no condition

Such change in thought not just fundamental
But like air I breath it is essential

Not slowly becoming the new creation
But being to others the sole initiation

To letting him reign so they can see
The one I envision as I love free

Monday, November 21, 2011


A reflection of love in rest
A connection with grace at best

Finer things in life cannot be found
Sweeter notes will never sound

Than your whisper in my ear
Stay here with me, be near

A surrender of my will unneeded
When a rendered heart is greeted

By the giver of my days
By the keeper of my ways

To places left untouched 
To places left defeated

Until words came to grasp 
My heart, my mind, my life

Replacing what once I called my sight
 Your voice, my sweet lullaby 

Monday, October 3, 2011


Like scattered seeds are the scattered hearts
 Like summers heat are the blisters from

 A life of not knowing who planted us here
 A life of not knowing why no water is near

 Unscatter us that we might grow
 Water us that we might know

 When unquenched desire arises within
 When our strive to live is growing thin

 Give us a place to rest our feet
 Give us the courage to take our seat

 On dusty trails where no love is found
 Provide your will to make the ground

 That has no stones to throw without
 First looking at the weeds come out 

 Our withered hearts that need to know
 The planter who desires his seeds may grow 

Friday, September 2, 2011


Unmasked to see a familiar face that stared at me so long ago
Seems like only yesterday I promised her I'd never change

Years of living without her say
Of what she thought or how she felt

Found her hiding and set her free
With her alive I can finally see

The one I masked so long ago
She's shown me more truth than I'll ever know

I can feel her telling me to be
The girl that loved to be alone

Because alone was her way of knowing him
Alone were her enchanted days

Magical lands were not in her fairy tales
Magical lands were not in her dreams

They were all around her in every step
The king welcomed her with every breath

Existing here was a gift unwrapped
Living here was figuring out

How to use that gift inside
How to live a life unmasked

Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Teaching me to choose you above all else
Teaching me to trust what I can't understand 
Giving me the chance to reorganize my life
Knowing I will see it's always tied
To pleasing and reaching 
But somehow slowly decreasing
The value of time
The things on my mind
The way that I feel when your close to my side
Teaching me to see when your calling me near 
Teaching me to live under no fear
That somehow I'll miss you in the roads that I choose
That somehow I'll miss the things that you use

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

This Safe Place

A stillness you bring to my life running free
A stillness that allows me to see how you see me
With a smile on my face and a peace in my soul
I find myself thinking about this safe place you've shown me
I find myself waiting for the next moment
I'll be taken into what's mine
This world of you wanting to be with me
Surrounded by people yet feeling seen
Surrounded by noise but hearing a song
I can't understand anymore with my mind
Im only learning to feel this time
What it means to be still and know you are here
What it means to know and find my heart
Beating with you from the very start

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


 He's in love with his rhythm
I'm getting lost in his beat
His melody entwines my affections 
I can tell he's been places in his soul
Places where we've met before
He leaves a trace of his divine
For me to assemble into my own perfect rhyme
Pieces string away after other affections 
To leave holes of beaming light 
Where rhythm sounds her transcendence and once again
Harmony reunites me with the writing on my walls
She's become my greatest teacher 
And now I understand why he strums along
Behaving because he hears when she calls
She keeps him tied to her direction 
He's found in her a divine perfection
Harmony he says always keeps him from misbehaving

Tuesday, August 2, 2011


I saw myself in your past thoughts 
I found my heart with new insights
Your intentions as pure as my understanding
Both refined for greater gaining
Of love purified
Of grace undeserving
Of hope that keeps truly preserving
I see myself in this new life
Find my heart with new delight
Lie back and feel peace seep through
The stony road I crossed with you
To a destination still undefined
To a purpose left magnified
All to say we will become 
More dignified through grace

Friday, July 15, 2011


No depth to your perfection keeps me gratified
Your word stirred up within me longs to purify
In step I aim to follow
Though so often I fall behind
But you use this view to show me
How I'm never off your mind
How I'm lacking in perception
But never in connection
How I'm in need of truth renown
How I'm falling into a love unbound
So much clarification when I drink from your endless life
So much justification for never going back
To stale waters where a limit was set
To point to where my deepest desires can fully be met

Inspired by Psalms 119:96
~'To all perfection I see a limit; but your commands are boundless.'~

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Light In Bloom

Light behind closed eyes is where you meet me

Light between the lines I form is where you seek me

Where is darkness when Im directly beneath the sun 

What can the wind touch that is not yet consumed by your rays

Walking close to your perfection I cant help but to refrain

From these unintended assertions I was quick to entertain

Let go of those emotions that told me otherwise 

Found your regulation of love that never dies

My open eyes your light now finds 

While bended lines they follow

As the wind dies down nothing remains as certain

As knowing  your rays have followed me here

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Peace by Peace

I get past the noise to hear you say
They don’t know your heart
They can’t plan your steps
I loose track of time to feel your timing
I loose my way to see you guiding
I loose my sense to feel yours 
Pushing me to forget my past
Pushing me to live in the present
Pushing me to see the future in light of what you've done so far
I’ve never known this side before
This side of you that let's me be human
Never asked to understand 
Yet somehow you’ve been showing me it’s all part of the plan
Still don't know myself and what I really want
Still don't know my dreams and where inside they hide
But I know all I need is what you've got 
All I need is to exist in your sweet thoughts
Nowhere in time yet everywhere in between
Holding together every part of me that still can't see
Holding in your hand everything I'll need
Waiting to give it to me peace by peace

Friday, May 27, 2011

One Space

Help me exist in this moment, where I'm in love with mankind
Let compassion burn through me, leave me refined
Let this understanding stain my life
That there are no dreams broken in your time
Let my substance be your touch
Let my countenance be your reach
Drench me in colors that can't fade
At any moment come and invade
This soul that exists as a black hole
That seeks out life to be made whole
Let my rotation be not in vain
Let my gravitation pull in your rain 
For I exist for your pleasure alone
I don't want to make life my own
Only for your purpose, only in your embrace
Help me stand complete in this one space

Monday, May 23, 2011

Abide In Me...

At times I forget what it means to simply abide in Christ. Somehow simply abiding has been cast down to 'passive' living. I get so caught up in needing some kind of greater intimacy, revelation, or knowledge, that I become blinded to the love that grows when I am just resting in him. His love being enough without my longings to tell me otherwise is not a disenchantment of the yearning passion I should have. Instead it is the development of what alone brings peace and real passion into existence. Abiding in him is not only purely passionate but sustains me unto righteousness. How else can he sustain his righteous ones as he has promised to do, unless I give up striving for that righteousness and intimacy with him and exist in the reflection of the cross. That reflection is the abiding. It is the ability to realize that he is not looking at me for righteousness, he is looking at me for faith. When his son becomes my covering for righteousness I understand the beauty of not only grace, but the beauty of simply abiding.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Let them come...

Let the little ones come  -  Emma Mikityuk (Team Member)
Jesus said, "Let the little ones come unto me", and it is to no suprise why He would say that when you experience the reality of being surrounded by pure innocence and joy. Jesus' words about the kingdom of heaven belonging to such little ones take on real meaning when you watch the little ones here worship their loving Father.
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The truth of what they know, what they experience, and of what God seeks from each one of us is evident here. Jesus said He is looking for those who worship in spirit and in truth and if He was to look upon the earth in the moment these children worship, all of His attention would be on them.
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The pure love they express with their voices and their bodies as they lift up their hands or touch their hearts, moves you to tears. And as the Spirit of God moves among them you hear Him whisper "this is how you are to worship".
But the worship doesn't end when the singing is over. The little ones here worship God with the way they line up for their food and wait patiently, the way they eat silently and thankfully, and the way they make sure not to leave leftovers. They know the meaning of being thankful for each meal. Many times we come and think we can teach these little minds something about God, when God has other plans and allows the little ones to teach our hearts how to better love Him.

As our hearts are forever changed from such an experience, the knowledge of God grows as well, and we are the ones leaving with minds renewed. The real teachers are left here in the care of their loving Father, worshiping in spirit and in truth, living out the meaning of living life to the fullest.
If everyone was given a chance to look at the worship of these children, they would understand the abundance of Him, of life. 

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Fashioned by Love...

God wants to dress us in garments of righteousness. He longs for us to trade in our rags, our altered appearances with their “burden of striving” price tags. How tiring and mundane life becomes when we don’t take time to look into our own closets, and instead search after garments the world puts such a high price on. We only come to find that our searching, effort, and time has left us with an unsatisfied state of mind, weary from trying on everybody else’s thoughts. Why all the striving to be different or new when the priceless garments waiting to be discovered in our very own closets are unique? They are of the highest value, fashioned by love. The beauty of their vivid colors expresses our worth, our worth to their Maker. How joyous the look on His face when we delight in what He has to offer. He didn’t have to make them so wonderful, so perfect, but He did just to show us how perfectly He knows us; how He knows exactly what our hearts desire. Every detail says, “ I know YOU best,” and He cant wait to see how we look in them. As we stand before Him clothed in these precious garments we cant help but exclaim, “This fits perfectly, this makes me feel as if my value outweighs the universe, this makes me feel like a true child of the Most High King!” He cant wait to dress us in garments that can so well make us feel exactly how he intended us to feel. But will we take the time to let him take our measurements, allow him to know us more intimately as he strips off our worldly rags? That we may open our closet to find garments fashioned precisely to express who we were made to be, to express who it is we belong to.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


He cuts deep to rewire 
The only way to restore
The pain is to bring your brighter days ahead
Brighter in love, joy, and peace
Brighter in knowing forgivness
Brighter in knowing sacrifice
To understand why it is you have been called
To understand who it is that calls you by name
No purpose lost but the one to waist this life
No vision unforseen but the one to be blinded by your own
Given over to a life not yours
Makes this world make sense
The travels are many when the vessels empty
The destination changing but never far
To be beside the Captain
No greater satisfaction can you find in this life
 Once I was in the water with the hungry men
Restoration has brought me back to the place
 Where eternity needed me most
Beside my Captain, heading home

Monday, May 2, 2011

No matter what I will remain...

I’ve found that spiritual principles most often transform into simple reality. Understanding those simple realities and living in them become the hardest part of our lives. Drink my blood? Eat my flesh? That sounds so odd and strange and hard to grasp. I recently had a dream where I was a little girl and the devil was a hand reaching out of the ceiling of my child hood home. When it went to grab me it hissed while the fingers moved. But no matter how hard it tried, I didn’t get caught in its grasp. There were others who the hand did touch and I wondered why I wasn’t being grabbed. All of a sudden I realized that one day I had drank the blood. I was so happy drinking Jesus had worked, it was the only reason I wasn’t being grabbed. Even now (in my dream) when I had forgotten about Him, the act that one time alone was good for today. This gave me faith even when I woke. Faith that it really is an eternal act...believing in the blood that redeemed me. Salvation becomes a simple reality that can’t be understood by seeing with our natural eyes. It needs to be embraced as a proclamation of the heart that says, “no matter what happens to me, because of his blood I will remain”. Knowing the intimacy of salvation makes me want to pass it out like bread to the starving. There really is nothing more precious we can give any person, no matter the state of physical hunger they’re in, than the Bread of Life. It’s no ones job to convince people that Jesus is real, that God exists, or that there even exists salvation. Instead we are to live out salvation as we embrace Him as our bread of life, and continue to do good to all those God puts in our path. 

Monday, April 18, 2011

Light of My Life

She closed the door on her heart, used bars and locks
Through what window will a breeze remind her she's mine
No invitations, no recommendations 
A stillness left to question the direction she can't find
It's safer now, though much lonlier still
It's like home, but the one she thought she'd left
I saw the stale curtains that once danced to the wind
That felt like summer nights with the grass beneath her skin
The clock stood still for me as eternity seemed her waiting
I decided it was time for her to see the glow of eyes that once replaced her moon
With all windows locked, I became bold and without doubt
Knocked on the door and waited for the sound 
It was opened wide for once and for all 
For with excitement she knew it was I
Who could never break windows, but always broke time 
To come to the rescue of the one 
Who made my night sky disappear 
 As her eyes met mine, still I would say 
"The light of my life you will remain"