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.

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.

Dreaming Myself Awake

Some dream of houses and land.
Some dream of cars and boats.
Some dream of health and wealth.
Some dream of beauty and votes.

I dream of a land filled with love.
I dream of a time of peace.
I dream of friendships that last.
I dream of a world where hopes outlast
dreams that remain unfulfilled.

I dream of little children and their tomorrows.
I dream of old friends who lived only today.
I dream of pets who sleep by the fire.
I dream of years when life was new.
I dream of yesterdays now gone far away.

I dream.
And then I wake up.

Thanks be to God, when I awaken from dreaming,
I still have faith in God to keep me in the midst
of life's realities that dreaming does not last,
but Godly purpose does.


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

Rivers of Love

Silent Whisperings . . . .

Rivers of Love

Rev. Lainie Dowell (c) 2007.

Rivers of Love.
Come and flood my soul and
Overtake this hatred that has washed up
Into the desolate shores of my
Life-long journey.

Swept up in the tides of pain.
Carried along by the pursuing grief.
Created by the cesspools of sin.
Mired down in the shame of flesh.

And,
Repulsed by the stench of death.

Rivers of Love.
Come cleanse this flesh.
Herein reside.
Herein abide.
Herein hide me in God's righteousness.

I want you to know I realize that everyday is not
a beautiful day. Most times it is neither pretty
nor lovely. It just is. But, we want every day to be
more than all the days that went before each day
that God sends.

I believe the most beauteous of all days is when
we awaken once more and thank God,for He has
done it yet again. And, even if we can only whisper
it to the wind and know it is carried from this place
to even the Holy of Holies, then we can rest in the
smile of that day, as we travel along the way.

"When your father and your mother forsake you,
then I will take you up," says the Lord.

When none but God understands,we can take delight
in knowing that is true and forget the silence that meets
us in return when we try to articulate that which even
we are unable to explain to ourselves let alone to another.

For, we walk in the footsteps of Jesus and press into the
deep crevices with each step as we go -- never once
realizing that it is not our feet that are touching the
earth, but His alone.

How do you walk in the footsteps of Jesus when your
feet are not needed in order to do it?
For, wherever Jesus is --- when we meet --
we don't need any feet.

God's walk in plain talk.
The inwardess of a new dawn in which
to press on towards a better day.

And just how is your day?
Jesus, Himself, paves the way.
Step into it and He will carry you this day.

Jesus? I heard my heart pray.
May I walk along with you today?

"No greater love has any (person) than this,
that they would lay down their life for a friend."

And, so it goes --- Even when that friend does not
believe their life is worth another's faithful sacrifice.
And, after all, did not our Lord give His life to pay
that price?

But, who can understand who is content to be alone
and still remain in that state even without God?

God bless you. God bless America.
God bless all who paid the ultimate price.
God bless all who cannot understand, to do so.

God bless us --- You, me, and we --
Who find a narrow space and move aside for
the Lord to enlarge it to make room for us to
receive more of God's grace.

Is your space enlarged today?

Even so, come Lord Jesus.
Amen, says the Amen of Amens.

Touching Heaven gently touching me praying,
as I go His way. In Jesus' name. Amen.

Copyright (c) 2007. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Thursday, August 16, 2007, 8:30 A.M. EST

REMEMBER, Everybody is invited to share, as led.

The Birth of the Breast That God Loves

A Prophetic Word From The Holy Ghost

"Come all ye who are burdened and
heavy laden and I will give you rest
unto your soul." -Scripture


The Birth of the Breast That God Loves
and the child of God who has received
God's love to their breast.

Many times I the Lord God hath taken up
the cause of My beloved, when they have
cried out to Me.

From out of the mouth of the Lord unto
the breast of God's beloved one.

Call upon Me, saith the Lord God, and I
shall hear and respond to that one who
calls. Marvel not, for it is I the Lord
thy God who hears and answers every call.

Though a pathway may be filled with
overgrown brush along your way, I Am
He who brushes it aside as you go,
saith the Lord God.

Though the sounds of the nighttime
journey are fearsome and grow louder
along the way:

I Am He who quiets every sound and
calms every fearful sound.

I Am He who watches and guides.
I Am He who calls forth your peace.
I Am He who calms your fears.
I Am He who quells your storms.
I Am He who rushes in when you
are without a friend to stick
to you.

I Am He who forever loves you.
I Am He who must never place your
heart in the hands of any but God
Himself, for I Am He who guards
your heart.

I Am He who presses forth the
virtues within your breast.

I Am He who stills the storms.
I Am He who births your pain to
princely results, for if you can
endure the painful trials, then
you shall know that I alone
brought you through every trial.

I Am He who shall keep you in
all your ways. And I shall
forever keep your heart and mind,
when it is stayed on Me, saith
the Lord God of all.

Women of God! Good day to all.

In the Lord Jesus ~~
When we feel we are alone,
we are not.
When we feel strong, we are not.
When we feel weak, we are not.
When we feel sick, we are
but healed.
When we feel broke (poor),
we are not.
When we feel broken, we
are rich.
When we weep, our tears fall
not in vain.

When we feel --- Remember!

Ours is the breast that God
loves. Why?
Because our hearts are
wrapped up in Him.

Are you Born Again from
Above?! Then why not rest
in the Lord's love?
Be encouraged.
All is well, anyhow!

Praising God is my fulltime preoccupation.

Copyright (c) 2006. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Thursday, June 1, 2006,4:42 P.M.