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.

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.

My Heart Weeps After God's Heart Oh So Much

It does not matter to God that you might
think what you mean.
What He really asks is this.
Is your heart truly clean?

Hear Him call ---

I am He who can look beyond to see
if your heart is all that I created it to be.
That which I covered your tiny frame
and blew My breath in you,
in Jesus' name.

That would I find a precious life
worthy enough to reclaim?


That when I got down beyond
the dirty dirt,
would I be able to find true value
in the beauty of your birth?


It is I who placed inside your head
that brain.

'Twas I and not another name.

'Twas I who calibrated that heart to beat.
And, just before you left
My mercy seat,
I tucked inside it My widest smile
and watched you go, My child.

I knew you would find no peace,
except My stormy gates would cease.
But rail outside your door they must
If you are to learn how
to obediently trust.

That was when I heard My child's voice say,
Master, please let me stay.

Then, just to -- oh -- brighten your darkest day
and give you comfort all along the way,
I strung that silver cord tight enough
to hold you oh so close.

But slowly I released the reins
to set you free
to give
all glory to Me
and not boast.


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

My Heart Cries But My Eyes Are Dry!

By Rev. Lainie Dowell


Spiritual hearts unite in spirit where unseen forces gather far from earth yet near to us who live on the earth.

God of all creation, I am watching the downfall of all that is decent and
honest and Godly.

My heart cries but my eyes are dry!
There is no more moisture to squeeze from between my eyelids.

Why cry for this decaying plane?
Why weep for those who love their wickedness all the same?

You wept on their behalf and they rejected even Your tear.
Your heart broke because of their stiff necks and they still refused to stop to hear.

Greater poets have tried to recapture that moment of pain and set it in stone for those who remain to have as an example of what not to do when You stop by.

But others have come by,
picked up the stones,
and flung them into the far outer reaches
of space and sky.

My heart cries but my eyes are dry!
My heart cannot retrieve the stones.
But their contents continue to flood the earth and wash over this,
Thy servant, alone, even from her birth.

Yet and still my heart cries, but my eyes are dry!


Copyright (c) 2004-2011. By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.

She Who Has A Beautiful Heart!

Has pierced the veil of glory and glimpsed the beauteous One of all who sits upon the majestic Throne of Glory.

Has surrendered her every ounce of self to dwell in the realm of selflessness without regard to none but God.

Has lifted up downcast hearts that drew near to her own heart and enabled those hearts to touch the heart of God.

Has walked and talked with God in the lonely silences of time and clearly heard Him speak to fill up the empty space.

Has covered the wearied souls with a well-chosen word from God and sent them away to live another day.

Has slumbered in the good night of Fall and rose anew in Springtime with her same gratitude as for Summer days and Winter frosts.

Has understood all the pain emanating from afar off and healed that soul sight unseen to the glory of God alone.

Has felt her own heart melting at the sight of a tear-stained face and let it melt.

Has drawn near to those places where others have rushed to get away from.

Has felt God's hand of rest upon her spirit and rested there in the palm of His mighty hand.

Has "kissed the Son" and delighted to know His gentle touch back.

Has relished with great joy sharing every part of the Lord that He has imparted to her own spirit.

Has wisdom to know that beauty is delighted to share herself with all on her own. But ugly is contented to keep all to herself alone.

Copyright (c) 2004 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.
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