Stream of Songs

Be of good faith all you children
for we go from glory to glory
its the curving line of the story
Holy Spirit moving and soaring
in and out of conversation
opening secret doors closed long ago
No one knows where He came from or where He is
going, like the wind He
just keeps blowing
through the caverns of my soul
and yours, and his and hers
until we are all holding hands tight
surrounded , each the others eye witness
beholding every mustard seed moment and
locking faith eyes with our brother, our sister
Until one gives way into aimless empty,
sometimes its me, sometimes its him, or its her
almost lost into the blur of useless treasures,
blinded and deaf to glories cry,
“be holy, be holy, be holy”
What God, what does that even mean?
where is holy in the life inbetween...
I already try to be perfect and pristine,
Oh just to be clean.
I miss you, am I missing New?
by only wanting to return to the old me and you
Sometimes the only way to return is to go
where the winds will take you
to let go of all you cannot hold onto
So close I could touch you, yet so far
she said, “its like the stars”
Hanging heavy over our wonder-filled faces
His face smiling as we tie up our laces
and run run away from him
we end up running right into Him
run till your legs hurt , unto the real truth:
youre my daughter, my son, run baby run.
Have we hit another wall
in an empty room painted in my dream
the words “fall on your knees”
Youre forgiven, youre free
I am the One who redeems
not with silver, not with gold, i dont collect dust or mold
My blood spilled never grows old
it never fails when youre legs are shot and your head is spinning
when your heart is breaking
im still winning and the more you believe it
your life will surely show it
I lean over the balcony of heaven searching to and fro
looking for a heart that glows with a passion for my name
I come to fan that flame
the one burning inside you and you and you
each with your own special hue
I seek you out to share my heart
lets go back to the start.
Back to where walking with me was the only reality
When the world was a canvas for my love
and your heart was just the audience and then medium
through which I expressed my
truth, beauty, and goodness, my heart enlarged
spilling over into the vessel we have together emptied for my presence..I write my name in love upon your heart

this love,

it never fails, 

it never gives up,
it never runs out on you
So wont you let Me love you more?
wont You let me love You more.