Instrumental

“The Lord will save me, and we will play my music on stringed instruments all the days of our lives, at the house of the Lord.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭38:20‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Oh lalee oh Lalee, oh ukulele

Fear not the moth or rust!

Instead, Sit still in quiet trust.

Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee

Play softly loud your wooden frame.

Tune strings of Grace to Jesus name.

My master and friend once touched my strings

He loved my sound , it made him sing

He kept me , he held me , he let my notes play

Til I was left in a closet when He was taken away

And silence sang this simple song :

Oh lalee oh Lalee, oh ukulele

Fear not the moth or rust

Instead Sit still in quiet trust

Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee

Play softly loud your still wooden frame

Tune strings of Grace to Jesus name.

Sainted in wanting to play the Fathers tune

my Strings vibrated at sunrise but despaired still by noon.

No hand from above or below or between

Would lift this small frame to be heard or be seen

For only dry wood and dust and a small voice would say

Oh Lalee ,oh Lalee, oh ukulele

Fear not the moth or rust

Instead Sit still in quiet trust

Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee

Play softly loud your still wooden frame

Tune strings of Grace to Jesus name.

but Suddenly sound was loud in the dark of night

When the door swung open and my frame felt light

A smaller hand than my masters but still tender and true

Lifted my neck and base past boxes clothes and shoe

She carried me happily as she softly sang

Ah lalee my Lord’s ukulele

I Fear not the moth or rust

Instead We will together play in quiet trust

Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee

Play softly loud your live wooden frame

Lets Tune our strings to The Grace we have in Jesus name.

She then took me to the Father by the Spirits Hand.

And there we found a song in Jesus, not by law or command.

But, where instruments are perfect before His Radiant face.

And girls and ukuleles forever sing of songs only made by grace .

 

Note : dedicated to Destiny Wade. Destiny took the ukulele of her deceased uncle Geno, shook off the dust of death and despair ,and wrote a song . Her song was based on all she had learned  in bible study on Galatians. This way of life is what we are all called to …In this way we are “instrumental “ in His Hand. Jesus has called life and beauty and song out of us ! It is our song back to Him from Him as it comes from Grace ! We are all His instruments ….but as always , though we hear the word , it takes a child to demonstrate truth. Thankyou little sister Destiny… Keep in His Freedom and Grace as you always look to His Face!

Wings of Discernment

Oh Ravens of Satan who come to steal bread !

You have taken  Host from my soul and my head!

You have made me believe it was a mirage or myth

You’ve made me doubt that Jesus promised  “if”

I look to the right .

I look to the left.

He calls me ,He draws me

He hurries to Hide me in the  cleft !

Oh raven of Satan I was told of your way

How in these consolations your dark wings come to sway!

How they brush accusations and fears in my face!

Till I do not “Behold” but bow down in disgrace.

I look down below

I look up above

He draws ,me He calls me ,He chose me …In Love!

He looks down below

He reigns in His Love!

Oh Raven of Satan , I am aware of your force

How your wings send all things into chaos’s course!

How the wind of your flight spins days to disorder,

Till we linger and languish with lost ones who loiter !

I look to within.

I look to without .

He draws me , He calls me , He chose me to dwell

By His Body His Blood I am unashamed to tell !

He seeks me ,He keeps me ,He feeds me This bread !

He holds me He tells me I’ve nothing to Dread !

He calls me His Beloved I call Him mine !

He tells me to call to you a due word in these times

“You Liar , You Liar “ Let this Word be the wind and the swell

That sends  dark wings of ravens back to their  perches in Hell !

Reference :

” Discerning Spirits” 14 Rules of Saint Ignatius

John Chapter 6

“I am the living bread that came down from heaven. IF Anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. And the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.””

‭‭John‬ ‭6:51‬ ‭

Ephesians Chapter 6

Easter Octave

 

1.

Silly Lilly ,  Look away from me

your gaze of purity will not set me free!

turn your face to the altar where you belong

where joy is real and saints write songs!

2.

Oh silly Lilly Look away from me!

Silly Lilly Look to Him who made you to “be”

turn your face lest I make you blush

or your shofar shape break this sacred hush

and all the faithful flee in a fear filled rush!

3.

Oh Silly Lilly look away from me!

Silly Lilly you may drink my tears lest they see

How I weep seeing Jesus when you look at me.

Far from me , He looks so pure , true and right

Silly Lily now  look away from me, the dark  of night!

4.
Oh Silly Lilly , you see within

I’m not like you , in this common dirt, I toil and spin…

I am tangled in roots of  doubt and grief and sin.

Oh Silly Lilly please stop your steadfast stare!

speaking to me how you too were once buried and bare!

5.

Silly Lilly did you really have the same conception?

Were you too  buried dead hoping for a resurrection?

Silly Lilly today I consider  you more and more.

But, you  look not away , you do not blush or ignore

You speak with tongues of angels as I just sit in hope to adore.

6.

Silly Lilly your stem does not break bow or bend

When He comes with blood , water, fire and wind.

Silly Lilly You keep your watch at my tearing soul

While His glimpse goes past you and I lose control.

I bend, I bow, I break beneath His unveiled scroll.

7.

Silly Lilly , Jesus is coming past your unshakable pose.

I see His walk, His way, His words, His woos and His woes.

He comes past you oh Lily of this Valley of Death below!

He comes to me a creature small grounded like a worm so low!

8.

Silly Lilly now look and see

He has come in all His purity. . . . He really is here to set me free!

Face to face on this altar I with you  belong

Where joy is real and saints write songs.

Referring to the Risen Christ and His Words

  • “Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive in the field today, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith!”
    ‭‭Luke‬ ‭12:27-28‬ ‭ESV‬‬
    http://bible.com/59/luk.12.27-28.esv

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Picking

How small His Holy Hand

that bends our stems

from this sin rooted land .

Heavens Hand high pulled low

picks

Hollyhocks like us below .

sets us stem to stem

petal to petal pressing in

Petal to petal press and point away

from the wild

Handicapped and handpicked

like Hollyhocks gathered

we haggard harlots ,

heartless high brows , henpecked husband‘s , hostile hairdressers, high minded halfwits ,

We the assembled assemble

Like flowers set apart

now styled

Resembling resembling something beautiful but wild

Peeking and pressing for something meek and mild

Seeking now

Something strong and riled

To tear us and take us from the field of pain and dirt and strife

To rip us to grip us and hold us

as a bouquet in Jesus sight

A bouquet of beauty ,

filled with water ,

in a Holy vase of life.

How small His Holy Hand

that bends our stems

from this sin rooted land .

Heavens Hand high pulled low

picks

Hollyhocks like us below .

Wasted in the Wilderness

A TRIP before EASTER>  > > >LENT……….

And Jesus, FULL OF THE HOLY SPIRIT returned from th Jordan and was led by the SPIRIT in the wilderness Luke 4:1

He split rocks in the wilderness and gave them drink abundantly as from the deep.” Psalms‬ ‭78:15‬ ‭ESV‬‬

I think I will, I will drink

I think I will , I will waste time

I think I will begin Drinking a new wine

 

My friends who are not friends

Will thumbs down my use of time.

Their silent secret stalks

Of posts and pictures and prompts

Will shrivel from my sight .

As I leave on foot and flight

To drink …

 

I think ,I surely think I will drink

I will hide in many closets and stills

As I drink my wine in hidden hills

I will pack a picnic to go with my high

I will steal the finest bread and none will I buy

I think I will SEE when I drink

 

I will drink fresh while the wine is pressing

My intoxication with the Vine will be the hidden blessing

I think I think I will drink

 

To plan to drink , I ll pack for 40 days

And forsake this familiar fat land

Where people sit to graze and gaze

I think , i think I will finally be brave and go

To that wilderness way where we starve to grow .

 

I think I think it’s time to drink…

I think I will get hungry and yet be more than full

I think I will get thirsty and never thirst at all

I’ll live in gain in losing , losing all that is cursed

I’ll live like a drunken creature that I was created to be at first.

 

 

 

 

Advent #9

12 days until Christmas….

“Do not err, my beloved brethren. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.”

‭‭James‬ ‭1:16-17‬ ‭KJV‬‬

Children whisper “12 days till Christmas. ” ….

They whisper it in secret languages packed with tones of wonder. They cannot hold back the excitement and often interrupt those with authority by their zeal for the gifts of Christmas.

Long ago, in the 16th century, a certain group of children of God did the same . But instead of coded whispers they sang a certain song. It was a song of all the gifts they were given in Jesus . And it was sung in code so that none in authority, who knew not the Giver , would hear, lest they be imprisoned , hung and quartered. They sang the song to one another to teach one another and to worship the Lord of all perfect gifts.

I too , had listened to this song many times before and could not hear it. I only heard silly rhymes. But now , now as His child, I hear the great gifts we are Given in The Son of God , our Savior Jesus. And I sing this , not as if it is nonsense ,but as it is ,a secret tongue, a poem of Spirit and Truth. I sing ….

come oh Jesus

Oh Come my true Love

Be to me a partridge …like a hen gathering chicks

… in me your pear TREE

Come with your

2 Turtle Doves = The Old and New Testaments your letters of Love.

oh Come Jesus with

3 French Hens = Faith, Hope and LOVE and you and the Father and the precious Holy Spirit.

oh Come Jesus with

4 Calling Birds = the Four Gospels that sing the New song in my ear.

Oh Come Jesus with

5 Golden Rings = The first Five Books of the Old Testament, which remind me of my fall from your Love and the manna manifested to save me !!

oh Come Jesus with

6 Geese A-laying = the six days of creation

Oh Come Jesus with

7 Swans A-swimming = the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit

Oh Come Jesus with

8 Maids A-milking = the eight beatitudes that align and nourish my attitude to be like yours.

oh Come Jesus with

9 Ladies Dancing = the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit I see so beautifully dancing in your body !

oh Come Jesus with

10 Lords A-leaping = the Ten Commandments that leap within me into obedience to you!

oh Come Jesus with

11 Pipers Piping = the eleven faithful apostles who lived LIFE to the fullest even unto death!

oh Come Jesus with

12 Drummers Drumming = the twelve points of the My Creed, The apostles Creed that Centers me before , behind and beneath your cross.

oh Come Jesus with

All your gifts !

And put them in me your TREE!

Advent #8

Isaiah 44, Genesis 3

Come oh Come oh Foot of Jesus to the ground beneath THIS TREE. . .

Does your foot still come to corrupt gardens , does it come crushing bud and head?

Does it come crush double faced flowers and snakes long ago dead?

Come oh Come oh Foot of Jesus to the ground beneath my feet. . .

Does your foot still come in snowy fields , does it come where limbs stiffly pray?

Could it come pick me amidst trees that bend and break and sway?

Come oh Come oh Foot of Jesus to the ground beneath the dirt. ..

Does your foot still bleed into these roots, does it come where sin and doubt do rot?

Could it soak this evergreen right here and uproot me for your pot?

Come oh Come of Foot of Jesus , please dig me out from this ground. . .

Does your foot still move across the barren, does it move through filth with snow?

Could it bring me to your home of Lights and from your light  would  I glow?

Come oh Come oh Foot of Jesus, lift me to the beauty of your arms . .

And carry me carry me to the house of Our Father where I will be a TREE dressed in heavens charms!

“And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the trees of the garden.

And the Lord God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life: And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.”

‭‭Genesis‬ ‭3:8, 14-15‬ ‭KJV‬‬

http://bible.com/1/gen.3.8,14-15.kjv

“For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground: I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and my blessing upon thine offspring:

Sing, O ye heavens; for the Lord hath done it: shout, ye lower parts of the earth: break forth into singing, ye mountains, O forest, and every tree therein: for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob, and glorified himself in Israel.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭44:3, 23‬ ‭KJV‬‬

http://bible.com/1/isa.44.3,23.kjv

Advent #6

Last time YOU CAME you left a light so , I will now keep it on!

And around its table I’ll put bright stars

And ornaments to sing my song !

I count the days til we can dance

And YOU COME to hold me in your arms !!

When all these sparkles and spangles of light will be but dim and dusty charms.

And this table where my dough is rolled will be a threshing floor.

Where all the manna that ever was will be risen and restored .

When YOU COME , oh Light of Light,

my light will seem so dim!

But still it will be a light to you ,

because you have lit it here within!

“All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”

John 1:3-5 KJV

http://bible.com/1/jhn.1.3-5.kjv

“The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭60:19‬ ‭KJV‬‬

http://bible.com/1/isa.60.19.kjv

Advent #3

Advent # 3

Isaiah 11

When YOU COME with your smarts oh brother To cover all this town

I won’t have to Wonder bout all the grown ups who look at me and frown

When YOU COME back to get me right here in the field and in the park

I won’t need no plows or laterns cause Ill never be digging in the dark

When YOU COME to get me you’ll find me with the kids dressed up and waiting

we will be Playing with lions and lambs all who ain’t wastin time hating

When YOU COME oh brother Jesus with all of your knowledge and smarts

Daddy’s glory will show like He wanted all along from The very start !