In The Shadow of Myself

Dedicated To All of God's Warrior Women
(Received of God's Spirit on Sunday, June 26, 2011)


Rev. Lainie Dowell, Five-Fold Minister
Wearer of the Iron Robe And God's Emissary of War


In the shadow of myself, I know except the sun
shines upon me

I walk unseen and unknown
I walk alone and on my own
I walk in darkness not the light
I walk restrained as in the night
I walk unheard but I walk upright

In the shadow of myself, I know except the sun
shines upon me

No shadow walks beside me
I walk restricted, not free
No shadow walks to guide
do I see

Even though the dawn appears
It only heightens all my fears
And only when the Son
shines upon the earth's wide shelf,
do I finally see me as a mere shadow of myself

For, in the fulness of the Son
all shadows fade and run
to give way for the brightest of light
with no shadows anywhere in sight

For, in the fulness of His Spirit

I know His name is Jesus, my Savior and Lord
I know His Father is my Father
I know Him as Almighty God by His Spirit and Word
I know His voice is the Holy Spirit within
I know He came to reside inside when God
washed away my sin

I know I am His beloved, blessed, child
I know my will is lost in His wide smile
I know He hears my every cry
I know He saved a wretch such as I
I know He guides my every step
I know He leads the way
I know He lives not only yesterday but tomorrow
and today

I know He saved me by His Blood
I know He washed me in that 'whelming flood
I know He touched me and held me near
I know He is God and nothing is clearer

I know He lives because He Is
I know He is mine and I am His

And, most of all, I heard Him call
many a year ago, when He picked me up
and placed me down here below

For, the battle is here
and God's Warrior Woman will neither faint nor fear
but answer, Yes, Lord, your servant is here

I know my God is the only ONE
who shines brighter than any noonday sun
And I know that, through it all
I shall answer His every call

And though it seems so long a wait
for victory to come
And though it seems my God's work
is not yet done
Arise, God's child,
because Victory is already won!

Ride on King Jesus, is the battle cry
And none is more ready to go then I.

Many years ago, my God answered my heartfelt cry, saying,

"Lainie, not only won't I let them snatch you out of my hand,
I won't even let you jump out!"

And so it is, my God holds me still.
And people can make of that what they will.
But my God is really, really, really, really real.
And He speaks! How is it none hears? Except they are
walking in the shadow of themselves and not walking in
God's magnificent Light? For, if they truly felt His
Light, they would fear God with reverence and awe and
not glibly think themselves to be God or, worse,
to be above God.

Preaching Warrior Women of God Step Up! Don't back down.
And, if God Himself has not called you, step back or die.
God alone calls the Preacher - be they male or female.
That is not a myth or an old wives tale.

Test it and see. Test it, if you must, but be sure,
you may not test it, receive God's reply, and dismiss it.

Hallelujah and Amen to the Father, Son, Holy Ghost!

WHEN JESUS COMES IN -- PAIN GOES OUT!

Copyright (c) Rev. Lainie Dowell, 1999-2011.
Original Musings by Rev. Lainie Dowell
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Not to be reprinted without permission.

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

Evening And Day Had A Talk

Evening and Day got together and had a meeting.

Well, said evening, today what would you suppose would
happen if we decided to change roles?

So, if I shone in the day and you were to turn
off the light of day ---

Stop! said Day to Evening.
Don't you know who I am?
I Am made full of light, and in me is no dark spot.
So how then could we trade places with one another?
Besides, even if I could I would not,
for in you is no light, except that which man
has made -- that is -- artificial.

But in me is the true light.

Watch this.
Turn up the day and all in its path shall be bathed in light.
But turn up the evening and all in its path shall stumble.

If I changed places with you, said Day, then I would not be
able to get back the evening to you in the way you gave it
to me, because darkness is dispelled by light.

Tell you what, said Day, when you begin to ask God for --
Oh -- ask God for light, He will listen to see
if you really mean it.

And He would know, too.

And, if you are sincere,
then God will take away the dark of night and bathe you
in His light.

But do you suppose man would understand?

If God turned night into day to bathe all the earth in light,
then mankind would surely look and see their filthy stains.
Ah, how much would they be sorry?

Would they ask God to turn out the light, or
Would they ask Him to turn off the night forever?

May this find you with your face turned towards the face
of Him who is the Maker of all things,
with a look of adoration for being in His presence.

Would you consider that enough to have, or
Would you still feel you had to give up that time to go about
having evening do what evening does?

Copyright (c) 2005. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Wednesday, August 3, 2005, 2:23 a.m. EST

O How Beautiful The Glass!

O how beautiful is the glass that hides the other side of glory.
The glowing fire beyond the torn curtain shines bright and
fuels the night.

The shades are drawn and yet light pours forth so that we
might catch a glimpse of bright hopes and better days.

It is no secret.

The mist from dewy sprays from the inner rims surround
the outer edges of that glow and hides the other side
of glory.

The etched designs of beauteous scenes flood my soul
to give rise to the expectations from within my spirit
that arises to help me to look and see beyond the veil
and the deep that calls to deep.

How beautiful!
How precious!
How marvelous!
How anointed!
How righteous!
How peaceful!
How blessed!
How quiet!
How bright!

How wonderous is the sight!

Timelessness descended in the midst of heaven and earth.
It overshadowed me totally.
The moment was oh so pure and holy.

Time spoke.

Come, My child, and let Me lift you above the sill
that stands beneath the looking glass of glory
and above the earth.

You see?!
It is not always dim, as you would suppose.
You need to have the faith that eyesight alone
cannot see.

The view was so clear from where I stood.
I could not look away.
I could not turn my back.
The glass drew me in.

And I went.

"For we see through a glass darkly, but then . . . ."
Even so, Come Lord Jesus. Amen.


Copyright (c) 2006. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Tuesday, September 5, 2006, 2:52 a.m. EST