The Teacher

Friday, July 4, 2008


Time for thinking is over. We must take a stand. God's grace is with us. Lets strike up the band! The weapons are free. Prayer, fasting and love. They flow with abundance. From heaven above. So take your position. Down on your knees. And make heaven proud. Help all those in need. Sign in to see full entry.


The Spirit flows, God is near. Hope is real, gone is fear. Light the path, with your Grace. Fill our eyes, with your face. Do not deny, our heartfelt desire. To learn truth, passion and fire. Feelings are strong, what to do. How to explain, passion for you. You gave all, made us whole. Kept us near,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008


He held the boy child in his arms. Jesus would be His name. How could he, Joseph, a poor carpenter, teach the savior of the world about the world? It seemed an impossible task. Yet the Lord had faith in him, had chosen him. His mind could not grasp that fact. All of his skills were in his hands,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 10, 2008


Something coming; Alive, strong. Wind blowing; Thunder crashing. Fire burning; Water running. Spirit soaring; Love abounding. Healing penetrating; Faith increasing. Wounds bleeding; Pain intense. Death here; Death conquered. Life rising; Heaven open. God waiting; Me wanting. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008


My soul seeks something of which I know not. Everytime I think I catch a small glimmer of that which satisfies me it becomes a shimmer of white light. No, not white but beyond white. I feel like I should be flowing, spinning, swirling with the colors of the Holy Spirit. Colors for which there is do... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 29, 2008

A Letter from The Father

Daughter, Quiet now and listen. I love you so much! Run to my heart. I have many blessings for you. My cup flows freely around you. The Spirit is lonely for you. Be open to Him. Let My Spirit guide you. Do not be afraid. Fear keeps you from my work, so many are in need. Be My servant. How often I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Teacher

THE TEACHER You called my name. I hesitated, afraid. What could you want of me, a lowly maid? You spoke words of knowledge. The language of grace. I listened intently, but hid my face. How could I ever accomplish the things that you taught? My will is so weak and my courage is naught. Gently you led... Sign in to see full entry.

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