The Song That Stole My Forlorn Soul

Rev. Lainie Dowell

(Received Sunday, July 3, 2011 10:33 P.M.)


It started when a wisp of spring floated across my brow
My spirit lifted with the wind
Spring called, I'll show you how.

One melodious sound --
I marvelled

The breeze called, Draw near.
For, in the midst of present tunes,
There is a tune you need to hear.

Come fly. 
Let us talk.

But, then, you must be still.
There is sweetness in store
When you do the Master's will.

Whispers ever oh so slight
Gather to join us on this flight.

A song unknown to common man
was penned so long ago
by the Master's Hand

The song that stole my forlorn soul
set me free and made me whole

It gave my life a brand new start
and brought new meaning to my heart

Deep Whisperings

Peaceful.
Peaceful.
Peaceful.

So Peaceful.

As the eventide that flows.
As the newly washed stones on the riverbank.
As the winter snow on a moonlit night.
As the rain falls softly outside the window.
As the sky waits unhurriedly for the clouds to appear.
As the stranger's heart delights in fellowship.
As the moss grows on a hillside.
As the ivy takes its time to climb over the garden gate.
As the Father's presence when He walks and talks with
His beloved child.


Fret not, My darling daughter, for every time you reach out
to My direction, I take your hand into My hand and lead you
away to a pleasant place to rest.


When once you become fused with power from My heart to your heart,
then I lead you away to a pleasant place to think.

Where once your thoughts were hazy and nothing could clear away
the fog, now you are able to comprehend.

Then I shall lead you away to a pleasant place to arise.


What you once thought impossible,
Now becomes possible.
Now becomes clearer.
Now becomes reachable.
Now becomes attainable.
Now becomes bearable.
Now becomes ---
you.

Then I take your hand into My hand and, together,
Together
we stroll.

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.

Do Not Speak to Me On a Cloudy Day

Do not speak to me on a cloudy day
for it shall ne'er suffice
Tis when the sun goes away
I long for Paradise

Do not engage me in small talk
for such flowing words I shall but dismiss
My soul hungers all the more to walk
and talk with the One who speaks bliss

Do not ramble on in my hearing so
for it only reaches my head
when all the time my soul cries out
reach inside and touch my heart instead

Do not clothe me with gilded-lily terms
for tis then I feel unclothed and
my nakedness becomes most profound
when my spirit for His Spirit yearns

Do not speak to me on a cloudy day
for I cannot hear a word that you say
Rather bring to me your silence
clasp my hand as you pass my way

Do not your voice employ
for no words shall e'er lift up my soul
beyond this cloudless day

Save -----

the heartfelt melodious tomes
the precious spirited verse
the sweet savor of bright sunshine
the lily and the rose
the lamb and the blood
Calvary
O my soul would be lost

For tis that voice of voices
my soul longs to hear
so far beyond the veil
on a cloudy day

There where the sunshine
hides its face in shame
There where the Son of God is
the Voice of voices speaks my name

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

Listen To My Silence

Listen to my silence.

Through the clutter of life comes forth a clear silence
that is apart from the chatter of mere men whose voices
seek to compete with the heavenlies.

Dare my soul to utter even one sound aloud?


Shall my heart beat to the sound of footsteps coming
up behind me?

Were it possible, would these words inside my head
be made visible to those invisible who walk beside
my body?

Again and again I fight this urge to speak and
to break through the quietude of "my sitting down
and my rising up" with each brand new day.

Listen to my silence.

Listen to my silence when you touch a blade of grass
that lies in waiting for you to touch it as you pass.

Listen to my silence when you take a skyward glance
in the midst of the noonday. For, it shall interpret for
you every word ~ my silence to convey.

May the silences of your life reach out and take you
along with them into the new year, 2008.

Copyright (c) 2007. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries.
Columbia, MD. All rights reserved worldwide.
Rec'd Thurs., Dec. 27, 2007, 12:21 A.M. EST

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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