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

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.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Not to be reprinted without permission.

Only One Leaf Left To Do Right In God's Sight

By Rev. Lainie Dowell


What will God do with one lone leaf
left on a branch of a dead tree and hanging low
but unreachable and in plain view
for all to see?

That leaf flies high and out of reach.
But for all who stop to see --
it shall teach.

God has mercy on a leaf that flies high.
And to keep out of reach, it touches the sky.

For all the other leaves that had fallen from the branch
had reached out too far and fell into a deep trance.
They had come under the spell of the tree
that they thought to be bigger than Me.
For that tree was all they could see.

I sent a bird to fly up there
to let them know soon that tree would be bare.
Alas, they heard My bird give My Word
but they just did not care.

Then, when Mine own lips began to blow,
the leaves hung fast but they had to go.
One by one and then oh so many more
soon found themselves lying upon
the earth's floor.

Sure enough the tree was bare
except for one lone leaf that remained hanging there.

The branches marvelled and to their shame,
they boasted in themselves and blasphemed
Jesus name.

Once covered in splendor, they now stood
disrobed
to stand before God's glory.

And there also stood but one leaf alone
left hanging there to tell the story.

One leaf among many hanging upon a branch
one tree does not make.

For only God can take one leaf and
many branches awake.


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

Rec'd by The Holy Spirit. Saturday, February 5, 2011, 12:15 P.M.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

The Blessedness of the Kingdom And The Blessed of God

When in the course of rich and whining children,
make no provision, for their treasure shall
become yours.

Say not to them, "Please may I?"
For it is already done.
And none can ever skip merrily by and leave
you penniless.

All the matter is settled in heaven by
their greed and contentiousness.

Never doubt My Word, saith the Lord.
And do not despair in the face of plenty
when your plate is empty.

Cause not the moment to embitter your
soul while the blaze of jealousy seeks
to enter therein.

Deny not the Lord thy God in the
moment of weakness.

Content not thyself with the foolishness
of this world and I shall fill up your
coffers to overflow and ignite the very
desires of your heart once again.

Hold steady.
Faint not.
Encourage thyself.
Laugh in the midst of despair,
for laughter shall see you and propel
you beyond that which ceased to be
funny before you even began to smile.

Alert!

The Lord thy God hath spoken in the
midst of nothingness and He has
brought into your life plenty.

Go your way today and see if it is
not so.

For it is in Jesus' name that I have
called it forth and it is sealed by
My hand, saith the Lord, against
any force which seeks to keep
it from your door.

And so it is.
And it is so.

Amen.

Copyright (c) 2008 Rev. Lainie Dowell.
Received Friday, February 1, 2008, 12:54 p.m.

THE WALK IN THE MIDST OF THE FALLING RAIN

Take a walk with Me by the side of this ocean.
Gaze upon the rippling waves with the ocean's
spraying forth the whole Word in their spray.

The walk in the midst of the falling rain.

Dear Lord, What is it like to walk in the falling
rain with You?

There is a time to seek shelter.
And, then, there is a time to move out with
abandon to go forth in the rain.

In times of the down pour, sprinkling seems like a relief.
The down pour brings with it the soaking to the bone.

Clothes stick to your body.
Hair sticks to your body.
Raindrops refuse to let go of you.

All the while, you know there is a shelter from the
storms of life.

And, all the while, you seem unable to reach that shelter
in time to not get drenched.

That would be true, if you did not have the One who
covers your being, totally.

So, when it pours, LET IT!

When the rains refuse to cease,
And the sun hides behind the clouds.
And when the evening would --
Oh would -- bring no relief to the day.
Come unto Me, saith the Lord!
And I will cover you in the shelter of
My arms.

Wet and worn from the stormy day.
Comforted in the midst of down pouring rain.
And, in that very moment --

The rain disappears.
The skin is dry once more.
The hair is back in place.
The warm sun shines on into the night
And moves aside the cold light of the moon.

And, in those worst of times?
Would you like to know why?
Yes, Lord. Please tell me why that is.

Well, My darling daughter!
That is because I had the sun within the palm
of one hand and I held you in the other.

And, when I put both hands together
The sun enveloped you fully.
And all of the artificial light took on new life
And carried you along in the streams of a
brand new formed day just for you.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Well, My child, carry the light where you go
and rest in it when the rains begin to pour.
And fret no more.

For it is all in My hands.
And you are, too.

/signed
Your Heavenly Father, Jesus.


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

FOLLOW ME ALL THE WAY HOME

Follow Me home in the crest of the wave
where the eb and flow goes to the undersea
cave

Follow Me home in the bend of the road
where the highway curves and takes up your
heavy load

Follow Me home in the salty sea air
where the mist from the River clings to the blue sky
everywhere

Follow Me home in the rugged hill
where the clouds drift near to the quiet peak
and lie peaceful and still

Follow Me home in the dead of night
where the darkness gives way to
My brightest bright light


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

MINT GREEN WHISPERS OF SUMMER AIR

Mint green whispers of summer air fill the spaces that left
me a long time ago with the winter winds.

And, when my ear turned to listen to the whispering breezes,
a kiss lightly touched my lobe and moved swiftly along.

Before it left, where it landed, there remained the imprint
of summer branches before fall.

Melancholia draped the air all around me where once
summer leaves were hanging there.

Mint green whispers of summer air, please come to me
again, when the trees are bare.

Have you gotten to the point when a sniff in the air and a
breeze brushed by almost unnoticed - not just any old
breeze, but one with a special whiff?!

And has it ever taken you back to a place in time that you
had forgotten ever existed?

Like in childhood?
And as in school days?
To a time when life was forward looking and filled
with wondering about what life would bring
and how long it would take to receive it?


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

GO TO THE WIND AND LISTEN

Go to the Wind and listen, for if you listen there,
the breath of the forest shall speak with you
and he shall whisper all the lost echoes of
days long past, when trees were lush and green
and the leaves refused to fall until the earth
called up to them --- It is time

Once again time and season both respond --

Yes, Fall leaves
make way for new growth
for time awaits
and season changes its ways
and the trees creak and groan
and fall asleep until the sun
returns to its place once more
in time

How lovely the ocean waves and
peacefully wanders through endless
valleys and vales where rivers and streams
converge and lakes emerge anew

All without so much as a ripple in
the timeless days of wonder

And, in awe, fulfillment of promises
made long ago at the edge of life
begin to take shape and come forth

The breath of the forest knows
oh how well each creature that
scampers and scurries about on
its way upon the mossy banks
and scale the mountain that
overlooks all of it even spread out
across distant lands full of high
boulders and hidden places


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

WHISPERING SOFTLY

A Whisper is as soft as a feather floating along on the wings of a dove.

A Whisper is as inaudible as a breath that is quietly slipping away.

A Whisper is as gentle as a breeze swaying on a bright summer's day.

A Whisper is as calm as a leaf rustling on a tree beneath the Fall sky.

A Whisper is as heartfelt as a newborn hand touching your breast.

A Whisper is as smooth as river rock peeking through a babbling brook.

A Whisper is as intimate as a bird nestling on top of a lonely branch.

A Whisper is as intense as a flame glowing from the sunshine.

A Whisper is as peaceful as sailing along on a silent ocean.

A Whisper is as loud as your aching heart can believe.

A Whisper is as quiet as a snowfall in the middle of the night.

A Whisper is as strong as a thousand oaks that stretch to heaven.

A Whisper is as silent as a cat stalking its unsuspecting prey.

A Whisper is as sacred as the heart that knows you best of all.

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

I WILL LOOK FOR YOU

I will point out the footprints
pressed down in the winter snow.
And I will ask the stars that come out at night
to tell me which way to go.

I will look for You beside the footprints
pressed down in the winter snow.

I will look up at the moon light
glowing through the trees.
I will look up at the beauteous leaves
and watch them as they fall.
And listen as they touch the earth
to hear each name they call.

I will search for You among
the golden leaves of Fall.

I will look for You by the oceanside
and listen to each eb and flow of the tide
wherein they shall surge forth.
Surely, the tide would let me know.
Shall I travel north?

I will wait for You there
along the sands of time.

I will whisper for You in the
silence of my soul
and listen to hear Your answer
to my spirit --

Behold.

I will reach for You even as
the sunlight hides its face.
And I will come sit by You
at Your majestic Throne of grace.

And ---

When this earthly realm
can no longer speak to me,
then I will look for You, oh Lord,
my comforter still to be.


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

DRIFTING WHISPERS

Lord, What is a whisper?

The whisper is a sound.
At the moment you hear it and turn to look around
it is all too late
for that sound has moved on into the air.

Would you like to hear it?
Yes, Lord!

The moment the whisper has reached your ear,
it's job is done.

It tugs at your heart like a little child tugs
at your skirttails.

It takes hold and won't let go until you take it up
to your breast and hold it close.

It is where your ears meet up with My mouth.
In that moment.
In that one moment.
In that precious moment is when we meet in
Spirit and commune one with another.

Then ---

Forever the sound of a whisper drifts into your mind
and releases a sound in season
forever.

Then ---

We, We, We, Meet in the moment
where whispers drift.


Copyright (c) 2007. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. 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.

The Snowfall of God in the Earth

Lord? How does the snow falling to the earth sound?

In the earth, cold crystals descend from above the earth.
The weather is a symbol for the way the Lord Jesus will come.

In the summertime -- The weather is so hot.
In the springtime -- The weather is moderate.
In the autumn -- The weather is so beautiful.
In the wintertime -- Frosty weather calls forth the other
effects of the cold.

Then there is never any doubt that God has provided every
contingency to meet our needs.

Then it would be evident that man must have shelter,
and the shelter must be strong.

The stronger that shelter --
The firmer you would be sustained against every element
whether hot, warm, or cold.

In the time of the Lord's return, no one knows the forecast
but the Father in Heaven.

Oh but when He speaks to call it forth --
The Lord shall break through whatever that may be.

Fog, drizzle, hazy, wet, dry, damp, hurricane, tornado,
and even cold snow.

For, when He appears --
Every windy gale shall move aside.
Every hardened --
Every month of the year shall become one.
Every day and every hour shall become one in
the same instant.

And, in the time of the snowfall.
And, in the time of the snowfall.
And in the time of the snowfall.

There and then.
Then and there would it be ---

So fluffy.
So light.
So --- snow.
So shall it snow.
So shall it be.

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

Morning Dreams Give Way to a Visitation From the Lord God

Lord?
When words are inadequate, how do I express my deep love
for you that is deeper than all the loves you have placed in my life?

That question is not with a reply.
That question is not without a reply.

There are answers that are not known to human hearts.
The language of God is known only to that heart that seeks God
and listens for His voice.

Then whenever the call is heard in God's ear --
It is translated by Spirit.

That translation is within the realm of Spirit, but is unknown to
the best proficient linguist on earth.

The language of God's love is without any comparison.
The Master of all knows the heart of all.
The heart that searches after God's heart shall find it.
The heart after God's own heart is without any passiveness.

That means that heart leaves no time between seeking
receiving of God's own heart.

That heart is aggressively searching after God.

It leaves no stone unturned to get to Him.
It uncovers every leaf.
It uncovers every stone.

It uncovers every encumbrance and sin that would keep
God's Spirit from touching them and placing in them all
of His love.

If God has, with all of His power, placed it in your heart to love,
Then that is the beginning of your placing that love in the
petition to God.

And all of the love of God will meet up with that love.
And it would leave you speechless.

There would be no words to express what is inexpressible.
But, it is God alone who translates and responds to that
overwhelming love that overtakes your heart and
encompasses your mind and blocks out all knowledge
of words either human or spiritual.

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