God's Most Beauteous Plans Ever

Rev. Lainie Dowell
(Received of God's Spirit on Friday, July 8, 2011)


Hollowed out in the hands of God
Carved upon the scars
Lay the most beauteous plans ever

Have you been to the scene?
Have you viewed the cross?

Have you not crossed The River?
Have you not climbed The Mountain?
Have you not bowed at The Throne?
Have you not touched God's face?
Have you not heard His voice?
Have you not dared to live for Him?

Have you cared enough?
Have you cried enough?
Have you given you to God?

He who bled and died
He who came alive
He who loved so hard He cried
He who placed His plans inside

For, in you, God's beauteous plans reside

~Father God! 

SILENT WHISPERINGS
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.
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Not to be reprinted without permission.

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.
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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.
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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.

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.
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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.