Wednesday, March 21, 2012
A Word From The Lord
I got this in prayer tonight -- and I'm meant to share it here with you -- in all humility -- He said "there are some of you here who are holding guilt from years ago -- those things you did that you are ashamed of, that you try to keep everyone from finding out, some of you were forced to do these things. If you are one of my children who have accepted my son Jesus, and if you have confessed these things to me, they have been cast into the sea, I remember them no more -- be free of the weight of them, and if our enemy tries to accuse you, tell him boldly "I have been forgiven of these things, and my self-righteous filthy rags have been replaced by Christ's Robe Of Righteousness. I belong to the Kingdom of God. You have no place here be gone in the Name of Jesus." he will flee -- be free from this guilt and shame. Do you know how it grieves me, oh my precious children, to see you in such pain when I have forgiven you?" Go in peace, and sin no more...
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Waiting By The Threshold Of Our Hearts
Waiting By The Threshold Of Our Hearts
Jesus You stand there by the doors of our hearts, crying as You wait
We’ve shut You out, as willfully as a disobedient child,
Sin having it’s moment of pleasure, deeply regretted later,
Or, confused and deceived by the enemy of our souls,
Feeling unworthy because once more we’ve slipped and fallen from Your Will.
You are patient, but…
Hate to see us in so much pain,
You shake Your Head in compassion, never condemnation
“Do they not know they are worth so much?
Their every sin I carried on my Cross,
How I wish they would come home!
You wait alertly, watching for one of us to come to ourselves and realize,
We can come home we are so worthy of Your Love,
Or to realize we need to confess, sincerely repent, and try again
Your Arms of Love are waiting and open,
Eager to sweep us up and restore us,
As we lie broken and sobbing at Your Feet.
You whisper of our worth, and Your Mercy, but,
Ever the Gentleman, You wait… never do You Force Your Way In.
A Heart’s Door opens, and confused one of us stumbles and begins to walk back to You with trembling knees.
In an instant, You meet us halfway, before we can speak,
We are in Your Loving Arms, Your Nail Scarred Hands embrace us
You listen as we sincerely repent, then wash us clean, replacing our filthy rags anew with Your Robe Of Righteousness,
Heaven throws a party celebrating that we are home.
Gentle Jesus, help us to stay close, and close our ears and our hearts to the enemy’s lies for You are so willing to love us, just the way we are, while encouraging us to be the best we can be with our gifts, talents and lives at the service of Your Kingdom.
Thank You for Your Cross, Your Never Failing Love, and Mercy
Most especially that we can always come home.
Written By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God’s Blessing,
And for His Glory Alone.
Jesus You stand there by the doors of our hearts, crying as You wait
We’ve shut You out, as willfully as a disobedient child,
Sin having it’s moment of pleasure, deeply regretted later,
Or, confused and deceived by the enemy of our souls,
Feeling unworthy because once more we’ve slipped and fallen from Your Will.
You are patient, but…
Hate to see us in so much pain,
You shake Your Head in compassion, never condemnation
“Do they not know they are worth so much?
Their every sin I carried on my Cross,
How I wish they would come home!
You wait alertly, watching for one of us to come to ourselves and realize,
We can come home we are so worthy of Your Love,
Or to realize we need to confess, sincerely repent, and try again
Your Arms of Love are waiting and open,
Eager to sweep us up and restore us,
As we lie broken and sobbing at Your Feet.
You whisper of our worth, and Your Mercy, but,
Ever the Gentleman, You wait… never do You Force Your Way In.
A Heart’s Door opens, and confused one of us stumbles and begins to walk back to You with trembling knees.
In an instant, You meet us halfway, before we can speak,
We are in Your Loving Arms, Your Nail Scarred Hands embrace us
You listen as we sincerely repent, then wash us clean, replacing our filthy rags anew with Your Robe Of Righteousness,
Heaven throws a party celebrating that we are home.
Gentle Jesus, help us to stay close, and close our ears and our hearts to the enemy’s lies for You are so willing to love us, just the way we are, while encouraging us to be the best we can be with our gifts, talents and lives at the service of Your Kingdom.
Thank You for Your Cross, Your Never Failing Love, and Mercy
Most especially that we can always come home.
Written By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God’s Blessing,
And for His Glory Alone.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Face Of The Trinity
(Written February 26, 2010)
Face Of The Trinity
I see the Face of God,
Spinning in the sky,
Two eyes together,
One close by
The large circling galaxy is Father God's eye,
The tiny spinning centre of it, is the Holy Spirit,
Connected by a thread, Jesus' eye floats in space,
I'm thinking Of Father God's vast mercy and,
The tenderness of His Amazing Grace
The Love we can all receive
If we but call on His Name.
I know it's fanciful,
Earthly eyes cannot see His Face,
A galaxy cannot contain Him
He's bigger than all space.
Jesus and the Holy Spirit
Mystically combined,
We may not understand it,
But in those three our only hope of peace on Earth and,
In our individual hearts is found.
Waiting patiently for the day,
When my sorrows are over and,
I fly away.
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Face Of The Trinity
I see the Face of God,
Spinning in the sky,
Two eyes together,
One close by
The large circling galaxy is Father God's eye,
The tiny spinning centre of it, is the Holy Spirit,
Connected by a thread, Jesus' eye floats in space,
I'm thinking Of Father God's vast mercy and,
The tenderness of His Amazing Grace
The Love we can all receive
If we but call on His Name.
I know it's fanciful,
Earthly eyes cannot see His Face,
A galaxy cannot contain Him
He's bigger than all space.
Jesus and the Holy Spirit
Mystically combined,
We may not understand it,
But in those three our only hope of peace on Earth and,
In our individual hearts is found.
Waiting patiently for the day,
When my sorrows are over and,
I fly away.
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
A Message For The Precious Daughters Of King Jesus
I feel certain in heart and mind that Jesus or God the Father wrote this message through me today, I write this in all humility, I'm only God's Pen, no more or less worthy of any other human being that He died for to receive and share this message. Usually He writes poetry through me, today He chose to write this through me. It needs to be shared, and begins below:
My Precious Daughters,
Come to Me I will remove the chains placed upon you by your false fathers, the ones who proved themselves unfaithful to the charge I placed upon them, your nurturing and care.
Rise up and walk into Your Freedom, knowing that You are Precious in My Eyes, the lies of the past told to you by your false fathers, that chained and claimed you for the enemy of your souls, their power is broken if you will only freely give to me your opened hearts and allow me in to heal and free all of you of your brokenness.
Only come, my precious ones, my own, today is your day of freedom and fully renewed strength in taking My Strength for your weakness, today is your day to realize how fully you are loved and worthwhile, it is why I came to die for you, throw off the chains of being unworthy, and worthless, if that were so, I never would have come to save you. I will remove the scales from your eyes, helping you to embrace your beautiful true selves in spirit and in truth. Rise up in the beauty and strength of who you uniquely are, for their are many of the lost to win, and many daughters who must be freed as I have freed you. You must choose to come freely, my daughters, for as always you are free to choose, I only ask you to choose me, and your joy will be for all eternity. Come and choose abundant life, so many of you have not because you ask not -- Come!
Humbled and in tears, by His Great Love for us all.
My Precious Daughters,
Come to Me I will remove the chains placed upon you by your false fathers, the ones who proved themselves unfaithful to the charge I placed upon them, your nurturing and care.
Rise up and walk into Your Freedom, knowing that You are Precious in My Eyes, the lies of the past told to you by your false fathers, that chained and claimed you for the enemy of your souls, their power is broken if you will only freely give to me your opened hearts and allow me in to heal and free all of you of your brokenness.
Only come, my precious ones, my own, today is your day of freedom and fully renewed strength in taking My Strength for your weakness, today is your day to realize how fully you are loved and worthwhile, it is why I came to die for you, throw off the chains of being unworthy, and worthless, if that were so, I never would have come to save you. I will remove the scales from your eyes, helping you to embrace your beautiful true selves in spirit and in truth. Rise up in the beauty and strength of who you uniquely are, for their are many of the lost to win, and many daughters who must be freed as I have freed you. You must choose to come freely, my daughters, for as always you are free to choose, I only ask you to choose me, and your joy will be for all eternity. Come and choose abundant life, so many of you have not because you ask not -- Come!
Humbled and in tears, by His Great Love for us all.
One With All His Creation
(Written February 2, 2010)
One With All His Creation
I sit on the sand, and yet am one with it,
gritty, still and quiet,
The sea shapes me, but I am also one with the sea
constantly in motion, a salty tang in the air,
home to living creatures,
One also to the air
Sounds born in me,
Symbol of the Holy Spirit's Breath,
transportation gateway to birds,
and one with the birds,
Flying beautifully,
inspiring humanity,
I am also myself,
woman sitting on a beach,
conscious of sea, sand, air,
bird and sea sounds, smells, and tastes.
Part of all life, and yet distinctly myself,
Part of all the universe, and yet living on my one small planet,
in the midst of its vastness.
Conscious too, of the beauty of this one tiny world,
which Father God created for me, and for us all,
In spite of some of humanity's attempts to destroy it,
There is still so much beauty left on Earth!
Help us, Father God, to choose conservation,
over destruction,
to choose repairing, over ravaging,
to choose saving life, over killing life.
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing and,
For His Glory Alone.
One With All His Creation
I sit on the sand, and yet am one with it,
gritty, still and quiet,
The sea shapes me, but I am also one with the sea
constantly in motion, a salty tang in the air,
home to living creatures,
One also to the air
Sounds born in me,
Symbol of the Holy Spirit's Breath,
transportation gateway to birds,
and one with the birds,
Flying beautifully,
inspiring humanity,
I am also myself,
woman sitting on a beach,
conscious of sea, sand, air,
bird and sea sounds, smells, and tastes.
Part of all life, and yet distinctly myself,
Part of all the universe, and yet living on my one small planet,
in the midst of its vastness.
Conscious too, of the beauty of this one tiny world,
which Father God created for me, and for us all,
In spite of some of humanity's attempts to destroy it,
There is still so much beauty left on Earth!
Help us, Father God, to choose conservation,
over destruction,
to choose repairing, over ravaging,
to choose saving life, over killing life.
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing and,
For His Glory Alone.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Children Flying Free, My New Poem!!
(Written January 29, 2010)
Children Flying Free
Running after the dove, hoping it escapes from the owl,
They laugh in glee,
We smile, remembering our own childhoods,
Oh Holy Spirit, transformed into a dove,
Teach us to fly
We still have our childhood dream of escaping gravity
Of flying into the very Face of Our Father God in Heaven
Perhaps Adam and Eve flew with Him and
That racial memory gives all of us that longing to fly.
Although caution has made us all fearful of falling from a high height,
If we had wings to fly wouldn't we all leap into the air in childlike glee?
Rejoicing in our freedom,
Longing to catch a forbidden glimpse of Heaven,
Mounting higher and higher,
It is still veiled from our sight,
Adam and Eve's trespass forbidding us from seeing Heaven or Father God,
We can't see either one and live.
Still how we enjoy our newfound freedom to soar,
As high as any eagle,
What sweet delight it is!
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Children Flying Free
Running after the dove, hoping it escapes from the owl,
They laugh in glee,
We smile, remembering our own childhoods,
Oh Holy Spirit, transformed into a dove,
Teach us to fly
We still have our childhood dream of escaping gravity
Of flying into the very Face of Our Father God in Heaven
Perhaps Adam and Eve flew with Him and
That racial memory gives all of us that longing to fly.
Although caution has made us all fearful of falling from a high height,
If we had wings to fly wouldn't we all leap into the air in childlike glee?
Rejoicing in our freedom,
Longing to catch a forbidden glimpse of Heaven,
Mounting higher and higher,
It is still veiled from our sight,
Adam and Eve's trespass forbidding us from seeing Heaven or Father God,
We can't see either one and live.
Still how we enjoy our newfound freedom to soar,
As high as any eagle,
What sweet delight it is!
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Mother, my new poem:)
Dedicated to Cal Zastrow, whose incredible courage was the inspiration!
(Written January 28, 2010)
Mother,
I'm the child in your womb,
Why won't you love me?
I cannot speak,
why kill me?
I can bless the world,
What if I will have the knowledge to completely cure cancer?
Will you take my life, and sentence cancer patients to needless pain and death?
Oh Mother,
I saw Jesus before I came,
He loved me, and smiled at me.
He sent me to live.
He has a purpose for my life.
I silently scream I want to live!
I hope to see you Mother,
Or to see the new parents you've allowed to adopt me,
so many couples with empty arms would welcome me!
Mother please, I'm pleading with you to let me live,Whatever it is that has you wanting to murder me...
It can be overcome.
There will be people to support you and me
Oh Mother, please turn away,
don't murder me today...
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing and,
For His Glory Alone.
(Written January 28, 2010)
Mother,
I'm the child in your womb,
Why won't you love me?
I cannot speak,
why kill me?
I can bless the world,
What if I will have the knowledge to completely cure cancer?
Will you take my life, and sentence cancer patients to needless pain and death?
Oh Mother,
I saw Jesus before I came,
He loved me, and smiled at me.
He sent me to live.
He has a purpose for my life.
I silently scream I want to live!
I hope to see you Mother,
Or to see the new parents you've allowed to adopt me,
so many couples with empty arms would welcome me!
Mother please, I'm pleading with you to let me live,Whatever it is that has you wanting to murder me...
It can be overcome.
There will be people to support you and me
Oh Mother, please turn away,
don't murder me today...
By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing and,
For His Glory Alone.
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