I want my prayers to be more than blessings
I want them to be journeys to travel upward
into God’s blazing Glory
seeing Him like Moses did
and His flaming eyes
would not destroy me
but be the burning expression
of His inner desire for me
and His Holy Spirit
would be the minister
on the altar
and His shed blood is the sacrifice
of true justification
The Lords’ intimates are the crucified
I know He’ll heal the wilderness
and the enigma every life must bear
through the journeys we individually travel
I want Jesus to whisper divine instructions
telling me the secrets of surviving down here,
He would inspire me to rejoice in the midst
His strong, yet quiet voice would whisper,
“Ssshhhh, don’t rush off.
“Sit at my feet, don’t be Martha.”
“Be John against my bosom.”
The Lord says,
“I never end and there is peace
once you’ve come to the end
Beyond the Glory of the stars
is the place called Heaven.”
“These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth
For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland.
And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return.
But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.
The dreams of my prayer life. To my Lord Jesus Christ.