The Intercessor's Intimate Chamber

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

My Hiding Place - Song of Worship

My Hiding Place

You are my Hiding Place

I gaze

Upon the countenance of Your face

You are my Hiding Place

I SEE the fullness of Your glory

I BE the fullness of Your praise

For You are my Hiding Place

You are my Hiding Place

You wrap Your arms around me

Your Love surrounds me

For You are my Hiding Place

You are my Hiding Place

I am Your Revealing Place

You gaze

Upon the countenance of my face

For I am Your Revealing Place

You SEE a reflection of Your glory

Cause I BE the fullness of Your praise

For I am Your Revealing Place

I am Your Revealing Place

Every other passion loses me

Cause Your Love infuses me

For I am Your Revealing Place

I am Your Revealing Place

Thursday, November 9, 2017

An Open Letter to My Brother's Abusers

An Open Letter to My Brother’s Abusers

Guardians of Abba’s Child,

Fiery red hair, bright blue eyes. A ball of fire, pint size. So much life and energy… Looking back, I now see anxiety. He was placed in YOUR care, but you treated him anything but fair. Let’s play truth or dare. I dare you to ask Abba to give you HIS eyes. I dare you to allow Him to expose the lies that led to my dearly beloved brother’s final demise. You beat him black and blue. For what? He never knew. You shamed and humiliated him. For all he knew, you hated him. Your abuse was distributed in the name of religion, leaving little room for decision. Who would want to know the god you reflected? He was left to feel ashamed and rejected. Yet, he had an earnest desire for Truth. He knew this Truth wasn’t evident in you. So, he searched deep and wide, I believe even till the day he died. I know you remember the way he served as my defender. But he never could find his own mender. The bruises and scars remained and to this day I have tear stains, thinking about Abba’s love for His fiery red-haired child. He too was so much more than a social worker’s file. If only, you could have walked one mile in his shoes. I don’t believe he would have been so bruised. Once again, I declare freedom from the past. Cause nothing but Love shall last eternally, and my Abba heals every infirmity. I pray that even you come to know the Love of God that overwhelms the vilest of hearts. I pray He bestow to you the gift of repentance from guilt and shame, enabling you to sincerely call on Jesus’ name! May forgiveness and healing be yours as you enter through reconciliation’s Door. Please, remember the boy with fiery red hair and bright blue eyes. That ball of fire, pint size was Abba’s child, so much more than a social worker’s file. May you walk a mile in his shoes and know for you and him, Jesus Messiah was bruised.

Sincerely,

Abba’s Reconciled Child

An Open Letter to My Abuser

An Open Letter to My Abuser

Guardian of Abba’s Child,

I was vulnerable in my abandoned state, left to your guardianship by faith. They knew not that this was a terrible mistake. You clothed yourself in religion to cover your nakedness. You masked yourself in false sacredness. You lied to me about what daddy’s and daughters sometimes do, knowing that a father or mother I never really knew. You insisted on rules and regulations and displayed a God with very little patience. You set an eternal ladder before me, and caused me to envision a God who was never for me. You forgot to tell me that I’m Abba’s child, so much more than a social worker’s file. You’re mistaken if you thought I would never awaken to the truth. I remember the true you, not the one you displayed for others to see. I remember what you did to me. Yet, there is no hatred or bitterness in my heart, cause my Abba gave me a completely new start. My only concern is for any others you may have bated and violated since that time. I pray for exposure and closure on their behalf. I pray that they find their way to Salvation’s path. Yes, I even pray for you, that you would repent and turn to the Truth. You were called to be a guardian of Abba’s child, so much more than a social worker’s file. I forgive you and declare God's desire to forgive, deliver and heal you too.

Sincerely,

Abba’s Child

Shabbat Shalom

Shabbat Shalom

Resting in Abba's embrace

We gaze face to face

To Shabbat

Or not

Is not the question

But to Shalom is the lesson

And "Shabbat Shalom"

My confession

Oh, what a Blessin'

To rest in His arms

And make His heart

My home

"Shabbat Shalom!"

Day of My Liberty

Day of My Liberty

This is the day of my liberty

For I hear the Spirit whispering

And my heart is just glistening

With the sweet everythings

He speaks and sings

To me

Yes, just to me

He lets me know Abba's will

He quickens me to be still

He knows I'm overwhelmed

So, He takes the helm

He places the pen in my hand

And enables me to understand

His branding on my own heart

"All things are NOT falling apart

Cause Abba knew even THIS

From the very start"

He interprets this Heavenly tongue

That even angels have never sung

"Enter My Holy bliss

For you shall NOT miss

The Way laid out for you

If only you knew

The tears that were wept

The height and depth

Of Abba's Love released

For your striving to cease"

It is then that I know

I really have no foe

Because Yah is with me

And He has come to SHIFT me

Into an uncharted course

He alone is my SOURCE

There's a blueprint on my heart

Branded from the start

When Yah breathed into me

And now He is winnowing

With another breath

The chaff has been SWEPT

Far, far away

Behold, it's a new day

This is the day of my liberty

For I hear the Spirit whispering

And my heart is just glistening

With the sweet everythings

He speaks and sings

To me

Yes, just to me.

I Won't Relent

I Won’t Relent

I won't relent

Till every crooked place

Is made straight

I will repent

Till I SEE His face

At the city gate.

I won't relent

Till every dark place

Is made light

I will repent

Till His mighty grace

Gives me perfect sight.

I won't relent

Till every dead place

Is resurrected to life

I will repent

Till every empty space

Is filled to the highest height.

I won't relent.

No, I won't relent.

For this purpose

I have been SENT.

I won't relent.

No, I won't relent.

Beloved: A Letter from Yeshua, The Lover of Your Soul

BELOVED,

Have you been wounded by the one I sent to heal you? Know that I fully feel you! Have you bore the afflictions of the cross I called you to carry? Know that I too had to tarry. Yes, I bore them too just for you. Let not your wounds define you. Let not the scars remind you of the pain or unjust attack against your weakened frame. Rather, see the scars and know that YOU will never do the same. You will lift up those cowering in shame. You will relieve them of their pain. You will shower them with kindness, and BECOME a true shepherd... one of the finest. For, even THIS will not BREAK you. Rather, it will MAKE you. Every Word I spoke is true. If only you knew the depths of My presence with you. I heard your cry, "Oh Lord! Don't let me miss You!" If only you knew! How pleased I was to see your heart remain TRUE! You turned not to the left nor the right. You pleaded for Me to give you Light and supernatural sight. Why then did I shield you from SEEING? It was to shield you from BEING what I kept you from SEEING! Know now that I AM FREEING you and only desire for you to keep BEING YOU! I made you this way. I know the way that you take. And I am pleased with you for goodness sake! Lift up your eyes! Behold! I AM your PRIZE! I AM Yeshua, the Scribe of your Life... Behold I take YOU as my beloved wife! I AM the Living Word, and YOU are my letter! How could your life be any better? Behold! I break every fetter and rewrite your soul, so that you will KNOW that I AM your beloved and you are mine. So, I scribe this love letter as an eternal sign upon your heart. Behold! You are MARKED by My seal, and on THIS DAY you are HEALED.

~ Lover of Your Soul