Monday 30 January 2017

Whispering Psalms V: Melodies (#PoeticWorship)

(This encounter occurred recently. Precisely on Sunday after we led worship with this song “Behold- Then sings my soul” By Hillsong. The words brought me into a new place on the father’s Love for me. So, here’s how I can describe it in writing. Kindly take time out to soak yourself in the words, read slowly and selah.)

In the midst of silence
Buried in a crowd
of awestruck like-minds 
You single me out 
Like time froze
To create this moment

It was our time
This time, a love time
Every time with you
A love time
Poured out my heart
In my own way
The atmosphere, really warm.

I reach for my pen 
But the letters won’t write
all I hear, songs
whispering melodies
Ancient tunes
With love lines
They reveal your heart
They reassure

Songs of deliverance
words to comfort
Just melodies
drifting as waves
from a distance
Songs my soul finds delight in
Melodies all over me.

Oh what mystery
I hear you
I hear it clearly
what Heaven sounds like
and the breathy voice of Love
like hues of rain
In red, yellow, white and blue.
Falling over me
it penetrates my flesh
to sound this echo in my soul
“For I have loved you
with an everlasting love
and I have drawn you
With loving kindness”...


WORSHIP DEVOTIONAL: Crystal Clear


Search me Lord and know my heart
Try me and know my thoughts.
Psalm 139:23

The heart of a worshiper has the purest of intents, being redeemed by blood divine, renewed by the bread of life, and is sustained by spirit and truth; the bookends for purity and translucency. With eyes that once beheld the beauty of the Ultimate one so pure, heart cleansed by blazing fire in the eyes of the one she desires. The desire of all nations came with coal for the unclean lips, hyssop for the impure heart, mud and spit for the blind. To this end He has revealed Himself as the "pearl of great price" in its peerless beauty, as the "bundle of myrrh" in its refreshing fragrance, as the "lily" in its spotless purity.

Works are seen from the hands, but intentions are buried in the heart. This is why the psalmist followed clean hands with a pure heart as premises to ascend to the hill of the Lord. Outward practical holiness is of importance, that men may see our good works, and glorify our father in Heaven. But "clean hands" will not suffice unless they are connected with "a pure heart." True worship reflects the state of the heart. We may wash the outside of the cup as long as we please, but if the inward parts be filthy, we are filthy altogether, for our hearts are more truly ourselves than our hands are.

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WORSHIP DEVOTIONAL: DAYS OF 2017




Oh! Teach us to live right
     teach us to live wisely and well
(Psalm 90:12)


The summit of worship is expressed in a life well lived. Days numbered in Joy, Hope, Faith and Love. The worshiper journeys with a defined course in obedience and service to the creator's decree. To every promise is a premise, to every action an intention; every creature, a purpose. So, consider the sweetness from the fruits of the tree, see that it satisfies the creator's creative ability, the resourcefulness of the palm tree teaches about the creator's dexterity and fruitfulness, and we can go on to unravel the purpose for the each creature, but as for the worshiper; he is to replicate Heaven on Earth. This year, we have been called into the apostolic, and commission as apostle in various spheres. The worshipers will be at the front-line.

"Teach me to number my days that I may apply my heart unto wisdom" Numeration is to a child arithmetic exercise, but to the mature an act thought by the Holy Spirit. Numbering one's days is not counting how many days we have lived or to predict how many days we have left; but as the NLT translates, realizing the brevity of life. Knowing that we only have so many days on this earth, and therefore we want to “seize the day,” living each day to the fullest. To do this, we must be given to prayer. Prayer for guidance and direction, prayer to restore and replenish. A prayerless soul is a Christless soul. A prayerless soul has lost touch with divinity. Prayer is the lisping of the believing infant, the shout of the fighting believer, the requiem of the dying saint. It is the breath, the watchword, the comfort, the strength, the honor of a worshiper.