Look at the crows flying high in the sky
they must know more than me
Oh Crow
How narcotic all your feathers
Volcanically brilliant in the sun
How smoothly you fly
How gently you land
How subtly you peck every sprout from my hand
But You soar higher than me, what I know or see.
You are above these seeds of dreams
You already fly
Lord
Teach me how to fight in the heights
Don't let me let them take my life.
January 29, 2009
January 20, 2009
The Crows and the Seeds P2
It's Like I don't prize or take your word, your truth, my source of life, identity and calling; It's like I don't take that seriously. What a tragedy! What a foolish, faithless therefore sin filled iniquity and lack of action; not doing what you commanded: to be strong and fight fear. I have not been a warrior but a coward! A faithless coward full of contempt, disregard and disrespect of your words, your seeds, your truth about me, HOLY and SACRED.
My calling, your plan for me, who you say I am is a HOLY, SACRED thing, not to be taken lightly! Oh HOW in regret I am. I am soo sorry! Look what I've allowed to happen to me, meant to be a most beautiful display of adornment for your name and your truth. I have allowed it to be desecrated, muffled, muzzled and finger printed up by myself and pecked at by Crows; those who come to tear me down and doubt my dreams.
Lord! YOU lead my everything. Help me to FIGHT off the Crows who come to devour my seeds, the gifts and dreams you've placed deep in me. Those Crows who come to dishearten and steal my time, my thoughts, to steal me, keeping me from taking care, tending to, protecting, nourishing, rooting and establishing my purpose and the plans you have for me.
Teach me to fight them off. I know THIS is YOUR COMMAND; that I pick up my execution stake and follow you. That I guard my heart; that I arm myself with your armor and knowledge; that I use the sword of the spirit and your Word_the truth, to cut between Bone and Marrow. This cut between bone and marrow is dividing truth from the lies, the real deal from the imitating counterfeit, your reality vs. mine.
That is MY job, and you will train and equip me and come to my rescue, but you want ME to fight; to be your warrior for your kingdom. I was born a fighter, our whole generation was! But, we've been fighting the wrong things.
I need to know the difference between the crows I should fight, and the discipline of the sun and storm that will make me strong and grow.
I need my acceptance of Sabotage to be stripped from me! I must give up that control! Stop turning down the easy road. It's familiar; full of disappointments along the way I know that I can tolerate. No! I must fight for what I know you've told me I can do and trust in you. Make me an excellent fighter! Teach me to stab the source, perfect my aim so I'm not swinging at the winds. Those strong winds that will make my trunk and bark thicker and stronger. Teach me to punch it square in the nose.
Yes, I may miss a few times at first, and my seeds get stolen, but I know you will rain and spread more seed; bringing the sower through your word of sacred truth_ not to be taken lightly, but to cling to and protect. Then, you will allow me the practice time and time again so I can become excellent at this, and knock em' out with percision; to the point that it's effortless. And I will be your warrior princess, bringing you attention and reverence, displaying your power through what you've done and do in and through me. . . . . So bring it!
I am a "bring it" because I KNOW "you got it."
My calling, your plan for me, who you say I am is a HOLY, SACRED thing, not to be taken lightly! Oh HOW in regret I am. I am soo sorry! Look what I've allowed to happen to me, meant to be a most beautiful display of adornment for your name and your truth. I have allowed it to be desecrated, muffled, muzzled and finger printed up by myself and pecked at by Crows; those who come to tear me down and doubt my dreams.
Lord! YOU lead my everything. Help me to FIGHT off the Crows who come to devour my seeds, the gifts and dreams you've placed deep in me. Those Crows who come to dishearten and steal my time, my thoughts, to steal me, keeping me from taking care, tending to, protecting, nourishing, rooting and establishing my purpose and the plans you have for me.
Teach me to fight them off. I know THIS is YOUR COMMAND; that I pick up my execution stake and follow you. That I guard my heart; that I arm myself with your armor and knowledge; that I use the sword of the spirit and your Word_the truth, to cut between Bone and Marrow. This cut between bone and marrow is dividing truth from the lies, the real deal from the imitating counterfeit, your reality vs. mine.
That is MY job, and you will train and equip me and come to my rescue, but you want ME to fight; to be your warrior for your kingdom. I was born a fighter, our whole generation was! But, we've been fighting the wrong things.
I need to know the difference between the crows I should fight, and the discipline of the sun and storm that will make me strong and grow.
I need my acceptance of Sabotage to be stripped from me! I must give up that control! Stop turning down the easy road. It's familiar; full of disappointments along the way I know that I can tolerate. No! I must fight for what I know you've told me I can do and trust in you. Make me an excellent fighter! Teach me to stab the source, perfect my aim so I'm not swinging at the winds. Those strong winds that will make my trunk and bark thicker and stronger. Teach me to punch it square in the nose.
Yes, I may miss a few times at first, and my seeds get stolen, but I know you will rain and spread more seed; bringing the sower through your word of sacred truth_ not to be taken lightly, but to cling to and protect. Then, you will allow me the practice time and time again so I can become excellent at this, and knock em' out with percision; to the point that it's effortless. And I will be your warrior princess, bringing you attention and reverence, displaying your power through what you've done and do in and through me. . . . . So bring it!
I am a "bring it" because I KNOW "you got it."
The Crows and the Seed P1
Yesterday you freed me from condemnation and shame and you showed me the truths about my ability, talents and identity that i allow to be plucked, stolen away from me. Oh how easily i give in to discouragement and want to quit. I'm doubting what you've said about me, what you've called me to do and be.
Someone who knows who they are in the Lord bears your name on thier forehead in everything they do, even if it's not pleasing to you or represent how you are. Your kids still have your name because they have been adopted into your vine, your household and so represent you.
I don't have it all together.
In my authorities eyes I'm disrespectful when in disagreement with how they're treating me or attempting to teach me, even if that is not my intent. I don't treat my peers with respect when they play their spiritual role of authority in my life. People don't like the way I organize and delegate tasks to them. I can't please everyone how they want so i get their scorn, complaint and back lash. I take a third person voice of criticism to heart and hurt. I feel betrayed buy those under me whom I lead and direct. And with those who are meant to be my good friends, I feel like a project they are trying to FIX and repel them. I allow lies and discouragement to steal into my heart's chambers and run away with my dreams, goals and precious confidence in who and what YOU (The LORD) say I am. I'm selective with who I open up to and so hurt my friends with the feeling of unworthiness.
Lord, how many times have people done this to you? Hurt you, offended you, yet still you don't let that stop your strength power or love from stretching out on their behalf.
TRUST, FAITH, HOPE, LOVE. Trusting in your love for me.
I get so excited when I hear the seeds of truth and know I am good soil, Broken, moist from tears, soft, and hungry. Then those seeds of truth about my identity, how I was chosen, called, selected and assigned by YOU: Almighty YOU, the KING, to do and carry out these tasks. How I've been sent as an emissary and you have equipped me, how if I fall to get back up that my strength and grace is ALREADY provided from you. Your command to be BOLD and STRONG, COURAGEOUS, RELENTLESS, FIERCE to fight...... yet_ I don't.
I take the hit, get hurt, and weakened, I back down, hide and turn my focus, my gaze from the prize to myself and became trapped in doubt about my calling and stuck in discouragement and self pity, looking at all my flaws and meditating on the ridiculousness of the idea of messed up, weak, retarded me doing great things for you GOD.
BUT it is not me anyway. You're using what the world considers impossible, foolish and ideal folly and you confound THEM by using me.
I can't let the crows come and steal my seeds. You've got plans for me and my seeds of identity and truth. Seeds to bear amazing fruit for the world. They need it. They need these seeds you've planted in me to grow. They need what will come of it. They need what you DO. What you'll do with me IN you.
Someone who knows who they are in the Lord bears your name on thier forehead in everything they do, even if it's not pleasing to you or represent how you are. Your kids still have your name because they have been adopted into your vine, your household and so represent you.
I don't have it all together.
In my authorities eyes I'm disrespectful when in disagreement with how they're treating me or attempting to teach me, even if that is not my intent. I don't treat my peers with respect when they play their spiritual role of authority in my life. People don't like the way I organize and delegate tasks to them. I can't please everyone how they want so i get their scorn, complaint and back lash. I take a third person voice of criticism to heart and hurt. I feel betrayed buy those under me whom I lead and direct. And with those who are meant to be my good friends, I feel like a project they are trying to FIX and repel them. I allow lies and discouragement to steal into my heart's chambers and run away with my dreams, goals and precious confidence in who and what YOU (The LORD) say I am. I'm selective with who I open up to and so hurt my friends with the feeling of unworthiness.
Lord, how many times have people done this to you? Hurt you, offended you, yet still you don't let that stop your strength power or love from stretching out on their behalf.
TRUST, FAITH, HOPE, LOVE. Trusting in your love for me.
I get so excited when I hear the seeds of truth and know I am good soil, Broken, moist from tears, soft, and hungry. Then those seeds of truth about my identity, how I was chosen, called, selected and assigned by YOU: Almighty YOU, the KING, to do and carry out these tasks. How I've been sent as an emissary and you have equipped me, how if I fall to get back up that my strength and grace is ALREADY provided from you. Your command to be BOLD and STRONG, COURAGEOUS, RELENTLESS, FIERCE to fight...... yet_ I don't.
I take the hit, get hurt, and weakened, I back down, hide and turn my focus, my gaze from the prize to myself and became trapped in doubt about my calling and stuck in discouragement and self pity, looking at all my flaws and meditating on the ridiculousness of the idea of messed up, weak, retarded me doing great things for you GOD.
BUT it is not me anyway. You're using what the world considers impossible, foolish and ideal folly and you confound THEM by using me.
I can't let the crows come and steal my seeds. You've got plans for me and my seeds of identity and truth. Seeds to bear amazing fruit for the world. They need it. They need these seeds you've planted in me to grow. They need what will come of it. They need what you DO. What you'll do with me IN you.
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