Spring
Hard Dry Brown Unlikely sticks hold Promise Oh Mystery Oh Miracle Oh New Life
The Text
The Unwelcome Voice Interrupts Comes unbidden And Disrupts And Discombobulates And Memories (now mostly healed) Threaten to fester And I Call to You Jesus For help And You Rescue Me again
Offence
“Alexander the metalworker did me a great deal of harm. The Lord will repay him for what he has done.” 2 Timothy 4:14 (NIV) You who See all Know all Understand all Keep track I gratefully release All offences to you My ragged temper and Intemperate grace Are unequal to the task.
The Courtroom
You render all things well Knower of all truth Understander of all things Your judgments are true, perfect and wise When the accuser stands before You and makes his case (against me) In that magnificent courtroom over which You preside I can only but agree and repent in dust and ashes And then Hide myself Align myself with You Jesus Redeemer of my soul
Pray continually
pray continually I Thessalonians 5:17 (NIV) Like (my) lungs breathing Like (my) heart beating Mostly unconscious Rarely conscious Life With In Through Holy Spirit You With In Through me
Prevaricate
"Jesus said to those Jews who believed in him, “When you continue to embrace all that I teach, you prove that you are my true followers. For if you embrace the truth, it will release true freedom into your lives.” John 8:31-32 (TPT) The truth The whole truth And nothing but the truth The prevaricating from the podium is Killing us Literally (okay not literally but you know what I mean) Spirit come Teach Release Set the captives free We welcome Invite Long for Your fullness Your embrace
Check myself
I checked myself (in Lethbridge the other day) Because I saw (not) you (but) your Race your Affect (and) I felt Fear (and) Judgement (and so) I Had To Check myself And shout silently To you To You Poppa To you my soul I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't See You
All
“I am the Lord, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me? Jeremiah 32.27 All All All The Lord The God Of All There is not one thing That I bring into Your throne room That Is too much For You The Lord The God Of All (whew)
Bitter Cup
I was handed A bitter cup (not intentionally innocently not consciously) I drink it now All of it Down to the dregs (may I not choke on the little gritty bits) A bitter cup To drink Oh merciful Father May I drink All of it Down to the dregs Not choking on the little bits May my thirst be quenched rather with your sweetness and life Life Life Life
Colleen R. Jantzen 