Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I Stirred In You











By Rev. Lainie Dowell

Just as the sun peered across the horizon
and lightened up the view
I awakened and, with the coming dawn,
I stirred in You

Cupboards of heaven flooded the room
with blessings untold
and dispelled all gloom

Watching
Wakeful
all through the night
flickers of light caressed my face
and my soul
took flight

Then off from a distance
yet near to my ear
the Spirit whispered
oh so clear

Awaken
Arise
I have stirred in you
one more new dawn
to see you through

Oh Beloved Daughter of My heart
stir in Me
and I'll do My part

Copyright (c) 2010 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Wednesday, May 26, 2010, 6:10 A.M. Est

Thursday, May 13, 2010

The Artist's Shed













As I watched
And as I waited
I prayed.

"Can you not watch with Me one hour?"
The master said.

As I watched
And as I waited
I prayed.

Morning broke above the night.
All in the world was calm and bright.
Warm glow of firery earth cooled
in the daily birth.

Within the Artist's shed,
I looked and saw above His head.
All the angelic hosts bowed low.
In that place His train did flow.

I strained to view
The Master's face.

And as I watched
And as I waited
My Master turned!

The Hair upon His Head
The Love coming from His Chair
The Peace that met me there
The Joy that took my care
The Wealth of wonders
Far beyond compare.

Thank You, God,
For Your sustaining peace.
In the morning time
When all teardrops cease.

Master!
Make me to know Your Face.
The likes of not seen
In this place.

And may it be that moment
I have watched and waited for
From the time before I was born.

And may it be that moment
When my soul will no longer be alone.


Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

And Then He Touched My Soul












"Who touched Me?" My Master said.

Twas I who reached out beyond the throng.
Twas I who some said did not belong.
Twas I who touched his hem that day.
Twas I who received His healing touch to stay.

Twas I who pressed my forlorn way
To reach beyond beyond.
Twas I who touched his hem one day.
But He touched Me more --
He touched my soul.

The Master came in and where He stood
The gaze of love emanated and
The rays of sunshine shone 'round about
And deep within His already brilliance.
And then He touched me.

The Master called me forth to Him
And lifted me up to His presence
And touched my welcoming soul.

In that moment that He touched me
He made my wounded soul whole.
He crushed my every weight
Under His beauteous feet.

And, now --
My Master and Lord
has made me complete.

In His touch and in His love
I swell with jubilance from above.
Such that this battle I will win --
He touches me and removes my deepest sin.

Strange and oh so wonderful is my love for
My God.

Why?

Because, in my flesh, I have nothing that God needs.
But, in His Spirit, I have everything that I need from God.
And He freely gives unto me out of His great store room
Whereby I can give unto you --
My beloved and oh so precious
colleagues.

And --
As our God has touched me --
I touch you with all of His sweet peace.

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Only God! Only God!











Only God can write a poem
that will last beyond mere words,
grip the hearts, minds, and souls
of all those who happen upon them
and will make them their own.

Only God can give true meaning
to droplets of ink placed upon
parchment drawn from the hearts of those
who grip the instrument.

Only God can calm the restless spirit,
soothe the questioning mind,
hold the weary soul,
revive the worn out body.

Only God can grant solutions sought
and only mankind can seek them.

Oh,
but if only they would earnestly embrace
the true value of blessings from God above
and jealously guard their faith to sustain them
in such times of trouble and sorrow.

Only God can grant solutions sought.
And only mankind can seek them.

"O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You."

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Quiet Whisperings













Quiet whisperings in the depths of my soul
Overtake me with the glow of dawn
And awaken within my innermost heart
A deeper longing for the heart of God
Most dear

For 'twas God who dipped His finger
Into the chest of man
And withdrew it to create
An even greater plan

He withdrew that rib from
Adam's cage
And set it free
Upon life's page

Yea.
God fashioned that bone
As Adam slept
And a womanly shape created He
Lest we forget

The Architect of my life spoke so clear
He created her soul
And beheld her dear
For nestled deep inside her breast
God tucked His own recipe for blessedness

A pinch of salt to confess her fault
A pint of blood her heart to flood
A quart of bone so she could stand alone
A gallon of love dispensed from above

A pinch of salt
A pint of blood
A quart of bone
A gallon of love
A woman of New Birth

Far removed from the stifling cage of man
And fashioned carefully by The Master's hand
Oh the specialness of God's plan
To place a woman in the land

Who could not know?
Who could not tell?

When Jesus sat to await her at the well
That date had been on hold
For God had placed something within
Much more precious than silver or gold

Yes, God's Salvation had come down to man
But He used a woman to dispense His plan

Why, you ask, could man not see --
Woman is God's secret plan
For Eternality

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Friday, May 07, 2010

Wind The Clock










The floor of heaven has holes for kneeling
underneath the floorboards so that the souls
below could receive a residue of all the praises
that flow forth from the Throne Room.

There shall be a path.

And there shall be a path, saith the Lord.
And in the path of righteousness is laid a place
for all that sweet-smelling fragrance that wafts
from below the holes under the floor of heaven.

The holes are more than circles and squares,
for at the Throne of God the prayers that
go forth all the day are more than prayers.

For in the Lord's House are those that call
upon the Lord so much that their prayers
never have a chance to go through
a geometric design.

Those prayers go straight to
the Father's ear.
In that instant, He replies.

Want to know? [Yes, Lord.]

In that instant that prayer reaches
My ear, saith the Lord God, I turn in that
direction and -- Marvel not --
And then I look upon My Beloved and
find them looking up at Me.

Then I look into their soul and through their spirit.
Then I talk to them to let them know I have
heard their cries.

When I remove My hand, My touch is imprinted
and remains.
And, in that instant, I held up a blessing.
And I pressed it into My imprint upon that one
I touched.

Then I -- oh how I made room for that one
to take the burden and place it at My feet
where I sit and hear their cries.

Each time they call Me, saith the Lord,
I shall turn and press in to hear them.
Ah how I shall reach out and calm
all of their fears.

Then shall they know I the Lord thy God
hath done it and not another.

Wind the clock and watch the time remain
still until I the Lord hath released its stem.
It shall be still and it shall not move until
I tell it to, saith the Lord thy God, who
redeems the time.

And you shall surely know I the Lord thy God
hath done it, saith the Lord thy God.

Be ye settled in your mind --
For I have -- Ah --
heard and I have responded.

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

I Shall Have My Own Stream








If you would dare to block my way
to the shining riverbed
that is sparkling and bright blue,
then I will not push you aside from me
but this is what I shall do.

I shall look upward to the Rock of Ages,
the One who lives deep within my soul.
And though He abides high above the air,
I will turn neither this way nor that
while you stand right there and stare.

For, if you would try to block
the refreshing place that awaits my thirsting soul,
I shall cry and cry until my eyes
run dry every gathering stream to unfold.

And, after all of my teardrops abate
and not one more tear is left to drop,
I shall stand right there and wait
for each and every tear to stop.

And I know God shall send my own soothing stream
to carry me cross every blocked way.
Yea. God shall charter a stream for me
to meet up with His Son today.

And to that one who just asked, the Lord God says!
I calm your aching soul. Do not go the way of the crowd.
Every heart that sings forth My praises does not sing
with the ring of truth. They have sung out of tune lo
these many years and now they think their sour notes
are clear and on key. Keep oh keep your lips pressed
to My ear and fear not. When you pray. I hear.
You are not alone.


Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Am I Where I Was Going?












I smelled the depths of travel along many
Dusty highways, Faire.
Set out a long time ago to get somewhere.
Am I there?

If so -- I do not much like it!

Seasons watched and waited
As my halting footsteps plotted
The course all along the way.
Now here I sit to contemplate.
Am I there today?

Yesterday,
When I was just a little child,
I emerged from inside to go outside to play
Along the streets of cobblestone.
Reflecting on days past in this clay.

Now in my own home,
While I sat there all alone.
Struggles refused to go away.
Yet, never once agreed to stray.

Followed me.
And 'til this very day
Reached out to touch
Me as I knelt down low to pray.

Sweetest memories of the trip?
Trials did win a prize.
Made me strong in my resolve
To arrive safe in my God's eyes.

Am I where I was going?

Only time will tell.
Blessed am I in all this world.
God saved me from this Hell.

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Wintry Scenes Unfold










Revive us Oh Lord God.

Winter is harsh and dreer.
Washed with undercoats of snow.
Wet from crystals falling on earth.
Whether sun shines or whether winds blow.
Whether rain comes and the wintry night Remains --
God will keep us!

Beyond stark scenes of trees
Whose leaves are blown away
Where branches cause the trees to
Follow the wind.

March winds and April snows
Cleanse the earth.

Whisper it in the air
And it sails along unencumbered.

Winter forms the following scenes --

The heart that loves the warmth of summer.
The feet that can withstand cold.
The face with stalwart-ness to face the blinding snows of life.
The hands that have learned the secret of keeping warm by the fire.
The voice that is quieted by a sip of tea and honey.
The fullest of ever realm of The Holy Spirit.
The revival of God's handpicked.

The souls that delight themselves in Me, saith the Lord.
They shall be lifted at the hour of My appearing and tell it --

Cast it to the winds.
Cast it to the seas.
Cast it to the heavens above.
Cast it to the earth below.


Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.


Praying as I go, because prayer is my fulltime preoccupation.

IN GOD'S DUE SEASON ---

I am named by God to be ~


-Five-Fold Minister
-Wearer of the Mantle of The Office of Prophetess
-Prophetess
-Wearer of the Iron Robe
-Shepherdess
-Silent Thunder
-Throneseeker
-FlockWatcher
-God's Warrior Woman
-God's Emissary of War

WHEN JESUS COMES IN, PAIN GOES OUT

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