Deep Pools

Oh Deep frozen pools come,
Dormant, closed pools come,
Come alive again....

Deep pools once full of life
Abused, broken, tainted
Come to life again

Giver of life has breathed once again
Flowing life to the deep places
Fresh Living Water will come

Living water will heal the broken
Stir the still, open the closed
Come Living Water

Once told lies,
Now know truth
Come come to life again

Once of the undertow of death
Now in the current of life
Come come deeper


Pools of small bring forth great
Pools of insignificance birth divine
Come come alive

Living Water’s celestial flow will fully revive His fashioned ones
Life is His desire and purpose
Come Living Water Come

Bring Spring again...

This is Reality.

What is this new reality I find my self in? New? No, not new. For reality can not be new. No I believe I’m just awakening to it. I believe I was in a kind of dream a dream where darkness dominated. I remember having more faith in the power of darkness than in the power of light to over come it. Darkness seemed to be all around. I feared the darkness. It looked very big to me. The memories of that dream are fading now. Day by day that dream I remember less. I find my self now in reality. In the real world darkness is loosing, it’s not as big and bad as I use to think. As If I walked out of a mist, the world did not change it’s just that I can see it clearer now. I see darkens is but a small shadow that tried to plague my view. In reality light is bigger and stronger. Love reigns supreme. Mercy and Grace trump all. Oh Mercy and Grace what strength they have. What glorious appearance, they have. Words can not describe the vigor, and brilliance Grace and Mercy cloak them selves in. My eyes never saw anything more gentle and yet unyielding. No amount of the force of darkens can depress or impair the work of Mercy and Grace. Thier work is sure and fine.

Then Love? Oh Love, my lips are to to clumsy to describe Love. The more I look and gaze upon Love the more I see and less I know. Love can not be described by human words it’s to grand and glorious. In my past dream Darkness tried desperately to convince me that love was small and defendable. No Love does not need a defender. Love is the defender, protecter, that one who knows and sees all. Love is great and worthy to be praised. Love is the healer and no hurt is beyond His healing salve.

This, this is reality.