calling Your children

While digging through stacks of old papers, in the process of cleaning I uncovered a scrap.

Lyrics to a song that has no melody but rhythm that resonates in my spirit.

Now that I have reclaimed it perhaps music will come forth.

You Are calling Your children to draw closer

You will gather us together

to sit around Your throne

You desire us all to linger in Your presence

You Are glory

You Are shelter

You Are home

You Are what we cry for

a love we've never known

all we've ever needed

is You and You alone

and yes, we will dance

when You ask us to dance

and yes, we will sing out Your name

our Father

our Savior

the Spirit of life

forever and ever the same

Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. 

Give it plenty of room in your lives. 

Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. 

And sing, sing your hearts out to God! 

Let every detail in your lives

—words, actions, whatever—

be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, 

thanking God the Father every step of the way. 

Colossians 3:16 The Message

saxy songs

I never knew the way

to Baker Street or

San Jose or any of those 

too hip to show your hand

hang outs

captured by the wail

down paths wide 

and slow

or up narrow, fast 

calling me home and

pulling me back

to dark streets

alleys, drawn

with magnet force

to the wild side

sax cries hot sweat, 

passion drips

into veins throbbing to

live here now

hanging out with the poets today

also adding to the poetic strains of rock and roll at tweetspeak poetry

 

My life is His music

Often, if it were up to me, life would settle into a predictable pattern, but this life is not my own.

Here are the words the Lord shared with me as we sat together in the early morning:

Surely I tell you that another transition is coming, for indeed life remains in motion and I need you fluid, not static.

Do not remain stuck in what you think you know.  Allow Me to move you based on what I know.  Yes, I, the One with thoughts much higher than your thoughts.

For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:9 NLT

As you surrender, change becomes more organic as you live in a continual state of letting go.

I Am the writer, the orchestrator and the conductor, and you, little one, an instrument that will release beautiful music in My hands.

 

Flashback Friday - Remembering a sad song

This week on Flashback Friday Jo asks us to offer a musical memory. The following song was popular during my junior high school years and fits right in with today's earlier post Rejection Revisited. The pitiful, overly dramatic lyrics helped many a pre-teen wallow in emotion.

Love Is Blue by Paul Mauriat

Blue, blue, my world is blue
Blue is my world now I'm without you
Gray, gray, my life is gray
Cold is my heart since you went away

Red, red, my eyes are red
Crying for you alone in my bed
Green, green, my jealous heart
I doubted you and now we're apart

When we met how the bright sun shone
Then love died, now the rainbow is gone

Black, black, the nights I've known
Longing for you so lost and alone

Stop by at Mylestones and add a musical memory of your own!