Knowing The Form Of Love

Knowing The Form Of Love

Knowing The Form Of Love
— Read on lifewaterministries.wordpress.com/2021/02/25/knowing-the-form-of-love/

Shadows Lurking

Shadows lurking high and low roaming round and round they wander and go
Quick with a joke he lights up in smoke
She winds him down and makes him calm
Melody seeming alright
Smiles traveling across her face far and wide as she hides her eyes from emotions building high as he is all she has and needs and craves her tears welled as her emotions build within shadows lurking where no one knows fallen in darkness inside where valleys flee the shadows lurking is just me

The Depths Of True Love

In the shallow of design they wait with the undefined to see the beauty of his next creation his loving woman always his inspiration seeing the unanswered questions burning within her eyes a heart of desires and design a heart of will and pains deception all in one his will to protect her and fight her battles together
Showing her that true love truly can last forever and is forever in the eye of the beholder who holds it deeply

In Silence He Remains At Our Side

In the silence he is there

Like a silent breeze of whispering air

He is the breath we breathe

He is the memories we hold

He is the voice we hear speaking within our soul

Silent but sound he comes in the day and chases the night

He brightens any dark

He brightens even the light

He is the spirit which comes in all form when we most need him right there

He keeps us up when we look down

He makes a smile cross our face when we have no hope

He is love

He loves us as we are

He is amazing grace

His name is amazing all the same

In silence he remains at our side

You Mold The Clay That Forms Me

In your hands you mold the clay

You do the woodwork

You shape the masterpiece

In your hands I give myself worth

My life

My knowledge of who you are inside and out

You know me

Psalm 139

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

You have searched me, Lord,

    and you know me.

You know when I sit and when I rise;

    you perceive my thoughts from afar.

You discern my going out and my lying down;

    you are familiar with all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue

    you, Lord, know it completely.

You hem me in behind and before,

    and you lay your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

    too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit?

    Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

    if I settle on the far side of the sea,

10 

even there your hand will guide me,

    your right hand will hold me fast.

11 

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me

    and the light become night around me,”

12 

even the darkness will not be dark to you;

    the night will shine like the day,

    for darkness is as light to you.

13 

For you created my inmost being;

    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

14 

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

    your works are wonderful,

    I know that full well.

15 

My frame was not hidden from you

    when I was made in the secret place,

    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

16 

Your eyes saw my unformed body;

    all the days ordained for me were written in your book

    before one of them came to be.

17 

How precious to me are your thoughts,God!

    How vast is the sum of them!

18 

Were I to count them,

    they would outnumber the grains of sand—

    when I awake, I am still with you.

You have always seen what life is in me forming me before the very seed of life

Like a baby I was born

Like a seed I started as a tiny bean becoming into a full women in your eyes

Shadows lurking on every side trying to shun me down

My image you formed created by you

A story I told as I made my choice in each journey I step foot upon my path

Trying to hide in every effort of self acceptance I tried

You always bringing me back

For from you there is nothing I can hide

Nothing!

Not even my self image I see in me

For you created my inmost being;

    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

You know my story as I am still being created in fullness

In your hands you mold the clay

You do the woodwork

You shape the masterpiece

In your hands I give myself worth

My life

My knowledge of who you are inside and out

You know me

You mold the clay that forms me

Life Of Peace

His eyes blue as the skies

His voice speechless but loud as Thunder

His hands mastering in the clay

A hug so intense you can feel his soul

The pain

The hurt

The burden he carries

The burden carried weighing him down

Yet his touch so soft

To relax your pulsing spirit

Gentleness like a baby

He’s reassured

Life of peace is his full reward

The Black Of Disease

In lands of silence

Darkness

Decay

This disease devouring me

Alone I wait

Peace not in hand

Having no plan

I seek heaven

Silence suffocating

Fragile and frail

My body broken

Shattered in pieces as dreams go away

Thick blackness sets in

For takeover of the swarm that comes

God you’re the face in my dreams

Bring me out of this thick black pain

Mend my heart creating it new

My heart is in shambles and I seek you

Suffering I fall

Dreams I had shattered and raw

This disease wrapping me up in spider like webbing

Uneasy I can not hide

I fall on you as you stay at my side

Let me come to peace

Seeing you face to face

Take me from within the black of disease

In Broken Spirit I Flee

In broken spirit I walk this land

Broken in pieces

That can not be mend

In broken spirit restless and unsettled

I whip like whispering winds

My spirit shattered

Broken

Unable to mend

Heartache within my chest

A spirit that finds no rest

Winds of change

That never remain the same

Shadows lurking around

Waiting to devour death

Hopeless

Uneasy

Feelings through every breath

Restless in search of hope

I face faith

Though broken in spirit

And unhappily I seek

My foundation frame and all breaking down

Unhappy I am broken inside

My dreams never coming true

As evil shreds each piece I seek

Broken spirit without a face

Masks of many sizes

A man without a voice

Without a personality

Of his own

Living in co dependence

Not of his own

In broken spirit I walk this land

In broken spirit he withers within

In broken spirit he will live until his end

Broken in spirit

Broken in hope

Broken in faith

Broken dreams seeking God’s face

In broken spirit I flee

God save me