Altars of the Heart

  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.

  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!

I call forth glory, deep and wide, From heaven’s throne to earth’s divide. Within me, above me, beneath my feet, Behind, before—His presence meets. Open heavens, roar and shine! Beauty, fire, power divine. Thunder rolls, and lightning breaks, The Most Holy One awakes. I am His vessel, His dwelling place, Marked by fire, sealed by grace. Where I stand, His kingdom reigns, Where I move, His power remains. The earth is filled, the waters rise, His glory seen in endless skies. No place untouched, no space unclaimed, The Lord Most High is ever famed.