The Trembles of Love

I love the trembles I get when I think about You, Jesus,
Like golden ripples on an endless sea,
Like the hush of dawn breaking over the mountains,
Like the thrill of rain kissing the earth, setting my spirit free.

Holy Spirit, make them richer, deeper, stronger,
Turn them into rivers that rush with delight,
Let my soul quiver with Your gentle whispers,
As heaven's light unfolds in my sight.

I long to paint You a masterpiece, my Lord,
With colors unseen by mortal eyes,
A canvas drenched in hues of worship,
Where glory dances, and love never dies.

I’ll sketch the fire in Your eyes so bright,
And the mercy that drips from Your hands,
I’ll brush each stroke with trembling wonder,
As Your presence over my soul expands.

And when my colors have told their story,
I'll let my heart take up the pen,
To write a poem that sings of Your beauty,
A song of love beyond human ken.

A soul-soothing poem, soft as the river’s sigh,
A melody woven in stardust and grace,
Where angels pause in hushed devotion,
And heaven’s echoes fill this sacred space.

Then I will gather each note, each word, each shade,
And bind them in a song of surrender true,
A melody shaped by trembling hands,
A song of love, composed for You.

Is this something You would like, my Lord?
Would You sit with me as I paint, as I write, as I sing?
Would You whisper as I find the colors of heaven,
And play the tune that makes the stars ring?

For I love the trembles I get when I think about You, Jesus,
They are the love songs my spirit cries,
Holy Spirit, make them richer still,
Until they rise like incense to the skies.

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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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