My Limits Lost. My Kingdom Crumbled.

I approached my territory and found my borders had been torn down.

All of the signs marking my limits were trampled to the ground.

I ran to the house that I built and found it had been ripped apart.

I ran to gather my tools for a new start, and discovered they had been thrown into the depths of the sea's heart. 

I scurried to my blueprint and found it drowned in water, the ink gone.

I reached for a pen only to find them broken to pieces in the lawn. 

I fled toward my flag, the banner that shouted of my strength and power. 

I cried out as I saw it burning, yanked from the heights of the highest tower. 

I fell to my knees astonished. Who was raging war against me and why?

I watched through tears as a new banner was lifted: "KING OF YOUR LIFE"

From the top of my lungs, I shouted, "What are you doing to me?!"

With a voice that shook my bones, HE answered, "I am setting you free!"

Behind me a hammer struck, loud and demanding.

I turned to see a new foundation had been laid and there the King was standing. 

I stood to my feet as the Holy touched the impure.

What I built, excellent to the world, by Heaven's standard needed a cure.

My jaw dropped as I realized the Perfect was building in a broken land.

He came to save me from me, establishing a house that would eternally stand. 

His banner raised, His house built, His blueprint now my plan.

My banner down, my house crumbled, my blueprint surrendered to the Son of Man.

There by my feet was His outline, I opened it and my heart leapt in my chest.

Surely my eyes were looking at the sacred, this was Heaven's best! 

My eyes jumped to His, He smiled wide.

I couldn't imagine such brilliance being for me, my spirit screamed inside.

I grabbed the hand of the One who tore down the shallow comfort of my kingdom.

I looked at my ruins and He asked, "Are you sure you're ready to leave them?"

"Yes, but before I do, there's one thing I inquire.

Please, Lord, if we can, if at all possible, let's lift your banner much higher."

The crumble of my kingdom was the beginning of my destiny.
Know this: When you look at Him, you're looking at the best of me.

Oh, Blood!

Oh, Blood, that washes clean every stain.
Please pour over me touching every fragment of my frame.

Oh, Blood, my sin you stole.
Oh, Blood, You've cleansed my soul.

Oh, Blood! Each drop, I hear it.
Your Blood, oh God, pumps through my spirit.

Oh, Blood! Like a robe You cover me.
Oh, Blood, You've snapped my chains and I'm free.

Oh, Blood, at my accusers You glare.
Oh, Blood, You let them know to keep their distance over there.

Oh, Blood! My past, from crimson to snow.
Oh, Blood, I'm Your prisoner. Never let me go!

Oh, Blood! From dark to light, my life is new!
Oh, Blood, what's Your name? JESUS! It's You!

Oh, Jesus! Your blood soaked cross.
I'm found in Your wounds, no longer am I lost.

Oh, Jesus! Rushing toward me like a raging flood.
Look! Look! Your redemption is near, found in His Blood!

Making Room For You

I used to think that God was making room in my heart for you.

When I fell madly in love with Heaven, I realized that wasn’t true.

My heart is spilling over it’s so full.

God has captured me. I’m magnetized by the pull.

Every intricate part of who I am is whole.

I belong to Eternity, spirit, body and soul.

I’m gone, lost, sinking in irrevocable adoration.

I’m breathless, speechless at His endless dedication.

I used to think that God was making room in my heart for you.

When I came to know God, I realized your heart will be roomless too.

Two full hearts spilling over into each other.

Two full hearts to become father and become mother.

Two full hearts to bring others into our world.

Two full hearts God’s finger has touched and pearled.

For you, my love, there is simply no room.

Let’s love each other through our love from Him until in Eternity we resume.

In your love for the Father, make no room for me.

In your overflow from God, let it spill on my life for this world to see.

I love you, but I’ll forever love Him more.

Love me, but I’m second. He comes before.

My heart is full so I can love you like you deserve.

I am whole so I can uphold and respect you at the fullness of your worth.

My heart overflowing with God will spill over onto you.
Let the love of God in you spill over onto me too.  

The Casket is Closed

For You, I will die too.

The casket is closed on all the things I thought I knew.

As You did, I will go to the tomb.

I lay down my life and return to the purpose you gave me in the womb.

As did Jesus, I cry out as I die.

My spirit, louder than flesh, shouts to please the King drawing nigh.

As the King, I put this death on display.

Look! Look! My selfish, filthy sin is finally out of the way!

Look! Look at me! 

This is what it means to be free!

I've died and I'm dead.

Watch me now as I live like I believe what He said!

Behold! I'm alive in Christ.

Behold! One who found everything when she lost her life.

Your Hands Are Dirty

Your hands are dirty. You slept in the dirt.

But your hands are dirty, too, from all the people that you hurt.

Your face is dirty, smeared with mud turned black.

But your face is dirty, too, because of all the compassion that you lack.

Your mouth is dirty. You’ve been eating from the trash.

But your mouth is dirty, too; your tongue known to whip and lash.

Your clothes are dirty. You’ve been sleeping with the dogs.

But your clothes are dirty, too, craving wealth and fashion like hogs.

Your heart, however, pumps the same as mine.

My! My! The things we can’t see with our eyes shut blind.

Your soul, however, yearns the same as mine.

Longing for Eternity at the end of our time.

Your spirit, however, longs for love the same as mine.

My! My! What we miss when the light does not shine.

All have been dirty and all can be made clean.

The dead, empty fields can blossom, the brown turns green.

Look! Look around! All your sister and your brother.

Love! Love profound! Pour it out on one another.

Look! Look around! Dirty, crimson stains everywhere you go!

Love! Love profound! Turns them white as snow.

My Love, My Love!

My love, my love! Can you grasp the full measure of my love for you?

Can you calculate the cost of a King bloody, black and blue?

It’s not about your works or words, it’s about who you are.

I love the essence of your soul with every fragment of my heart.

You can’t earn it and, quite frankly, you don’t have to.

Lend me your love, your will, your heart and see what I will do.

You can’t buy it and, quite honestly, this is treasure beyond price.

Surrender to me your plans, your body and your entire life.

I know this sounds crazy, but I’m madly in love with you.

You will never know how to experience it fully until you let me rescue.

Rescue you from yourself, your heart so filled with stains.

Watch me love you as I cleanse it until none of it remains.

Rescue you from believing there’s anyone that could love you more.

I’ll save you from that disbelief that’s a thief of my ardor.

Of your affection, of your time, of your thoughts I am jealous.

Of your purpose, of your destiny, of your spirit, I am zealous.

Don’t seek me in your dreams, your gifts and talents, or a sermon that you preach.

Seek me in the quiet place, behind the veil like a priest. 

On your knees, hands high, encounter my fervent affection.

Give up your heart with its issues, and let me show you my perfection.

Whatever you hand over, trust me, it’s worth the gain.

You’ll be a temple of only glory, not glory mixed with shame.

I’ll burn up all of the issues buried deep within your heart.

Everyday will be the first day of your life, a holy and righteous start.

All of those things that you thought were dead, I’ll resurrect out of the tomb.
Me, the God of Eternity, will visit you in your room.

Seek me in the quiet, holding nothing back.

I’ll show how much I love you, your life will never lack. 

Listen, hold on, and please know that this is true.

If there’s one thing I’m always saying it’s, “I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.” 

Crimson While It Bleeds.

Love, as we have seen it hanging from a tree, surpasses the human body, world and galaxies.

Love, as we have known it crimson while it bleeds, sees strength, might and power when Hell has knocked you on your knees.

Love, as we understand it rust through your wrists, in a moment's time, the weight of your sin it lifts. 

Love, as we have seen it thorns through your skin, is the endless source of grace washing our filth over and over again.

Love, as we have witnessed wounds upon your back, will never see you, not one day, in your position of lack. 

Love, as we have known in naked, bloody shame, every second of every hour makes Righteousness your name.

Love, as you have heard it forgiving from the cross, gives back every moment your sinful blindness lost.

Love, as you have seen in purple mockery, screams that if you're free then you are free indeed!

Love, as we have seen it dying by choice, has given you this day a holy, blameless voice.

Love, as you have known rising from the grave, makes no hesitation on your soul to save.

Love, as you have heard seated on a throne, refuses to leave you or forsake you. You are never alone.

Love, as you have seen it hanging from a tree, has its arms wrapped around you for all eternity.

Love, as we have heard in crimson bloody stains, despite our imperfection permanently remains.