In Each and Every Thorn

Dear Beloved Prodigal,   When you come Home to Your Abba Father, you will be so excited. Like the woman at the well, you will run to tell others in your church about the depths of His love for us all. You will see women weeping and you will know they too have just experienced... Continue Reading →

Unwrap Her Here

Death you know All you ever thought you were All you ever dreamed All you ever loved.   But, My child  This death  Is death  To flesh alone.   In slumber  Has he but laid you there. You, my Lazarus  Wrapped in sacred linen there.   Yes all  That he has purposed  To steal, kill,... Continue Reading →


There are days Days the waves Keep coming Every time in confidence I step Out on waters there So deep.   I hear Your voice So clearly So lovingly Beckon to me come And confident In my strength to stand I do.   I speak of You Your righteousness With my mouth declare Of weakness... Continue Reading →

Behold, a Son!

Dear Beloved Prodigal,   I want you to know  I see you I see the tears I see the anger  And I see the pain.   I want you to know  It's holy This struggle He's birthing in you The contracting and the burning  To unveil His Son in you.   You see nothing but... Continue Reading →

Temples, Mine

Habakkuk 2 (ESV) 18 “What profit is an idol when its maker has shaped it, a metal image, a teacher of lies? For its maker trusts in his own creation when he makes speechless idols! 19 Woe to him who says to a wooden thing, Awake; to a silent stone, Arise! Can this teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold... Continue Reading →


This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link-up!   HOME How can His face shine warm Upon my frame How can His arms embrace All dirt and mess of me. Oh so many tears Are streaming I hear Him call My own true name. The Word He speaks: "Your voice is sweet Your... Continue Reading →

Hidden Unveiling

A poem by Anna Louise Smit   A leper Unclean Shunned In shame.   My sin Exposed The sores and wounds Fester, hidden within.   My hardening heart All pain denies I see the law before me And call myself unclean.   And so I turn Away Bereft And lone.   Walking Numbed My head... Continue Reading →

I Will Sing

If I Had Not Known   If I had not known The piercing of love's sword In lifting up cries  For a brother  Whose silenced cries  Entered my heart I would not know  The faithfulness of a Savior  Who saw, knew  And carried my broken heart More than twenty years long Nor the power of... Continue Reading →

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