Builder of the new Jerusalem
Repairer of the broken walls
Of places with streets to dwell
Build again this city
Remove the rubble of generations
Restore the foundations and let us live
Free
Unfettered by our darkness and the past of our fathers and mothers
Alive in the light
Dancing in the dew of the morning
On our knees again
Before you
God of my heart, lover of my soul
O Ancient of Days
Restore and renew us, I pray
Thursday, 25 October 2012
Dreams of heaven - my little girl meets Jesus
I've been praying for a while that my daughter would be awakened to God and to his love. I've yearned for her to visit the heavenlies and be forever changed, as I have.
Yesterday I anointed the doors of our home with oil and declared that God alone has authority within. I prayed for the Holy Spirit to come and fiil our home, and that nothing that is not of Him would be able to enter the premises.
The next morning, my husband called me from 1600 km away, to tell me that he loves me, standing on the exact paving stone in the church that we were married in. Our time of separation has been filled with small children, life and bronchitis; throughout the sense of my God's great love for us.
An hour later, my girl woke up and while getting dressed, told me of her visit to heaven. I paraphrase:
"Mommy, the angels came and took me to heaven. The angel gave me wings to fly. I liked flying. And I saw God. He was sitting on a throne - it was ganti-normous <big>. There was a rainbow around the throne. In front of it were a huge crowd of angels singing, in front of statues <are these the lampstands>. I met Jesus, he was white and wearing a white coat. He hugged me and told me he loved me. He talked to me about lots of things (a hundred things) and even about dinosaurs and the world and things. Gabriel the (boy) angel was with me and told me lots of things too, and about the fruit of the spirit. He also told me all about when mommy and daddy were married. And secrets, that only us girls <mommy and me> can share."
Blown away! Thank you Lord for visiting my girl like this. I see more of you in her today. More love, more patience, she lives loved. I love you.
Yesterday I anointed the doors of our home with oil and declared that God alone has authority within. I prayed for the Holy Spirit to come and fiil our home, and that nothing that is not of Him would be able to enter the premises.
The next morning, my husband called me from 1600 km away, to tell me that he loves me, standing on the exact paving stone in the church that we were married in. Our time of separation has been filled with small children, life and bronchitis; throughout the sense of my God's great love for us.
An hour later, my girl woke up and while getting dressed, told me of her visit to heaven. I paraphrase:
"Mommy, the angels came and took me to heaven. The angel gave me wings to fly. I liked flying. And I saw God. He was sitting on a throne - it was ganti-normous <big>. There was a rainbow around the throne. In front of it were a huge crowd of angels singing, in front of statues <are these the lampstands>. I met Jesus, he was white and wearing a white coat. He hugged me and told me he loved me. He talked to me about lots of things (a hundred things) and even about dinosaurs and the world and things. Gabriel the (boy) angel was with me and told me lots of things too, and about the fruit of the spirit. He also told me all about when mommy and daddy were married. And secrets, that only us girls <mommy and me> can share."
Blown away! Thank you Lord for visiting my girl like this. I see more of you in her today. More love, more patience, she lives loved. I love you.
Monday, 8 October 2012
Pouring
We are pouring, pouring out our lives again
Falling, splashing onto the hard dirt of this one life
We are calling, calling out to you anew
Reaching, stretching up to touch your heart
Just the hem of your garment God - heal our land
Such small faith Lord, but we cry out to you alone
Hear the sound of our lives
Upon the earth desiring only you
Only you, Jesus
Just you
Man of sorrows, crowned with glory, seated above
You know us, you heal our brokenness
Man of joy, standing to claim your Bride
May she be waiting for, rejoicing in, desiring only
You
<for we shall have no other gods before You>
Falling, splashing onto the hard dirt of this one life
We are calling, calling out to you anew
Reaching, stretching up to touch your heart
Just the hem of your garment God - heal our land
Such small faith Lord, but we cry out to you alone
Hear the sound of our lives
Upon the earth desiring only you
Only you, Jesus
Just you
Man of sorrows, crowned with glory, seated above
You know us, you heal our brokenness
Man of joy, standing to claim your Bride
May she be waiting for, rejoicing in, desiring only
You
<for we shall have no other gods before You>
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