Intercessors, levels, layers, of trusting...
How is it that we are to guard our hearts?
There are many who will offer to surround us in prayer.
Jesus would often get away
with just a few of His disciples to pray,
to eat, to pray, to rest, enjoy some quiet.
Where do we find the solace needed in the blurry fray?
How do we ask for prayer
when good-hearted, well-intending souls apply?
Do we share the inner depths
of our heart's cry pain?
Jesus spoke in parables for the masses,
yet to His disciples He unfolded the mysteries.
Ho! Do we hear the Spirit quicken
saying "there is another for the secrets
at hand, withold your tongue for now" and wait for the next instruction, my Lord?
Prophetic intercession rests but with a few,
(parables and riddles require time in His presence for clarity),
deeper things congest the believer, and
may even turn that fervent request, by the time it is passed around
the church block into a curse against you.
Forbid, No, not that!
Yet the disciple that knows the Shepherd's voice,
will pray, then know exactly what to do.
Go!Take the army to where it must go!
Wait on Holy Spirit, every turn,
to see afresh the winds that are blowing,
knowing stillness, hearing peace! Be Still!
Strategic plans flow from strategic prayer.
Trusted fellows, beckon not the weak who are not
bloodied, having not tasted the bitter arrows and darts.
Those who have not tasted death know not the power of resurrection.
Agreeing nods may lie waiting,
Sympathetic Seekers of some mortal anointing tricked
by desires not from Above. (Grace begets grace).
Rest just now, stop, wait for a while.
Taste the winds, spark in the night late of whispering cells,
angelic visitors will entreat you to ride yet higher,
go now! Ride the holy winds, knowing you will know.
Seeing you will see. Dancing, lilting, flying low.
Standing in the midst of terror, knowing outcomes of golden joy!
Faith is now! Now, faith is!
Woe to the enemies of the Lord, fools headed for the clamoring dust!
The power in secrets held, released in travail beyond the second heaven,
Return not void, but releasing armies of angels, fighting armies of angels!
Go, take the land! Guard your hearts by guarding your trust.
Jorge Parrott 11/11/05
There are many who will offer to surround us in prayer.
Jesus would often get away
with just a few of His disciples to pray,
to eat, to pray, to rest, enjoy some quiet.
Where do we find the solace needed in the blurry fray?
How do we ask for prayer
when good-hearted, well-intending souls apply?
Do we share the inner depths
of our heart's cry pain?
Jesus spoke in parables for the masses,
yet to His disciples He unfolded the mysteries.
Ho! Do we hear the Spirit quicken
saying "there is another for the secrets
at hand, withold your tongue for now" and wait for the next instruction, my Lord?
Prophetic intercession rests but with a few,
(parables and riddles require time in His presence for clarity),
deeper things congest the believer, and
may even turn that fervent request, by the time it is passed around
the church block into a curse against you.
Forbid, No, not that!
Yet the disciple that knows the Shepherd's voice,
will pray, then know exactly what to do.
Go!Take the army to where it must go!
Wait on Holy Spirit, every turn,
to see afresh the winds that are blowing,
knowing stillness, hearing peace! Be Still!
Strategic plans flow from strategic prayer.
Trusted fellows, beckon not the weak who are not
bloodied, having not tasted the bitter arrows and darts.
Those who have not tasted death know not the power of resurrection.
Agreeing nods may lie waiting,
Sympathetic Seekers of some mortal anointing tricked
by desires not from Above. (Grace begets grace).
Rest just now, stop, wait for a while.
Taste the winds, spark in the night late of whispering cells,
angelic visitors will entreat you to ride yet higher,
go now! Ride the holy winds, knowing you will know.
Seeing you will see. Dancing, lilting, flying low.
Standing in the midst of terror, knowing outcomes of golden joy!
Faith is now! Now, faith is!
Woe to the enemies of the Lord, fools headed for the clamoring dust!
The power in secrets held, released in travail beyond the second heaven,
Return not void, but releasing armies of angels, fighting armies of angels!
Go, take the land! Guard your hearts by guarding your trust.
Jorge Parrott 11/11/05
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