My King

The sun reaches down,

Lifts my chin,

To receive the warmth,

My Father created,

All for me...

All for me.

I sit between the thorns of the garden,

The morning dew touches my feet,

The fragrant rose fills the air I breath,

A red bird sings from the tree,

All for me...

All for me.

Tears fall as the pain cuts deep,

I want to hide within myself,

My mind craves silence,

Where only the whispers of your Spirit abide,

All for me...

All for me.

Please take me home in my thoughts,

Where only you and I exist,

I long for the embrace between your strong arms,

So your princess might know true love once again,

All for me...

All for me.

The time has come,

To awake from my slumber,

And walk forever with you,

For I have been kissed by my King,

All for me...

All for me.

My Heart Cries Retreat

Today was a very, very tough day. I don’t care to go into the details of events which have led me to this conclusion. I just wish to erase part of the last four weeks and stomp upon the injustice of those who point fingers in the wrong direction. Have they forgotten they have three of their own fingers pointing back at them? I believe others need to take a better look inward upon the true intent of their heart in the words they speak and the actions they choose.

I’ve cried a river of tears frustrated over the lack of integrity I see in others, my own need to see justice prevail, and my overwhelming desire to pull back and give up on relationships. I could very easily, after the events of the last few weeks, retreat deep within and shut out all others. I crave silence within my mind.

I went to my bedroom and prayed aloud to the one true friend I can always trust. He never tells anyone the deepest secrets of my soul. I can always be real with Him. I asked Him to comfort me this night. I confided in Him that I didn’t even know what or how to pray, but just let the pain go away. I know the Spirit knows just what to say to my Abba on my behalf. So in the meantime, I’ll just wait for His healing rain to soothe the wounds that have brought such grief.

Psalm 119:49-51

Remember your word to your servant,
for you have given me hope.

My comfort in my suffering is this:
Your promise preserves my life.

The arrogant mock me without restraint,
but I do not turn from your law.