Riding with the Holy Spirit

In the dead of night, when the world lies still,
My spirit stirs, drawn to His will.
A whispered call, a sacred guide,
We agreed on a wondrous ride.

Before my eyes could close in rest,
He spoke of paths, of what comes next.
No fear, no doubt, no need to see,
For in His hands, I let things be.

He is my eyes, my unseen sight,
He leads me swift through dark and light.
No mind’s control, no cautious tread,
Just trust that soars where angels tread.

Battles rise, yet I do not fight,
For He has claimed them in His might.
With every fall, with every climb,
He moves ahead, erasing time.

He turns to me, His voice so near,
"Will you go? Will you hear?"
And I reply without delay,
"Lord, just do it—have Your way!"

How He loves when hearts let go,
To ride the winds, to trust and flow.
No fear, no weight, just love untamed,
A heart set free, a soul unchained.

So in the night, in depths unknown,
I ride with Him, my spirit grown.
For every step, for all ahead,
The Holy Spirit and I are led.

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Consumed by Reverence

The fear of the Lord fills me whole, Like rushing waters, it takes control. It moves through mind, through heart, through bone, A sacred fire, a weight unknown. It rests in thoughts, in dreams at night, In waking moments bathed in light. My spirit trembles, yet I stand, Held in the grasp of His mighty hand. It fills my breath, my every vein, A holy awe I can’t contain. Not fear that chains, nor dread that binds, But wisdom’s voice, the light that shines. It shapes my steps, it clears my sight, A path of truth, so strong, so bright. My soul bows low, yet soars so high, Consumed by Him, the Lord Most High.

Can You Receive It?

The Lord has given—all things, all light, Yet you hesitate, question, take flight. He pours out freely, His treasures untold, Yet you sift through, grasping only what’s old. Why do you measure, why do you doubt? When heaven rains blessings, you shut some out. You say, “This is good, but this is unknown,” You hold to the scraps while He offers a throne. Oh, child of glory, lift up your hands! The kingdom is yours, so take your stand. Why let the liar twist your view? He speaks in shadows, yet you call it true. Holy Spirit, awaken the blind, Unlock the doors within the mind. Let hearts receive, let souls believe, That heaven gives more than we dare to conceive. A fairytale? No, it’s real and bright, A life of wonder bathed in light. So step beyond the veil of lies, And take what’s yours—lift up your eyes!

Praise to the Prince of Peace

He promised, He spoke, and oh, He gave, A peace so deep, a love so brave. Beyond my thoughts, beyond my mind, A rest so sweet, so rare to find. See how I sleep, how still, how free, Like a baby wrapped in eternity. Morning wakes me, soft and bright, I smile—I know, all is right. Oh, what comfort, oh, what care! No love like His, none can compare. He holds, He shields, He lifts, He stays, His mercy new with every day. Too good, too kind, too strong, too true, My heart, my soul, belong to You. Praise, praise to the One who reigns, The Prince of Peace, forever the same!

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