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

And Then He Touched My Soul

Reprinted

Rev. Lainie Dowell
(Received of the Holy Spirit in 2001)


"Who touched Me?" My Master said.

'Twas I who reached out beyond the throng
'Twas I 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 forelorn 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

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

Master and Lord has made
me complete


And even when that teardrop falls
Is when He loves me best of all

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 God.
Why?
Because in my flesh I have nothing He needs
But in His Spirit, I have everything

And He freely gives unto me out of His great storeroom
Whereby I can give to you my beloved
and oh so precious colleagues


As He has touched me
I touch you with all of God's sweet peace


Reverend Lainie Dowell
-Silent Thunder-
Five-Fold Baptist Minister

WHEN JESUS COMES IN, PAIN GOES OUT

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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

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.
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.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Solitude in Sunshine and Moonlight

If I could make the sun that shines come down and rest here
in my hand, Lord, who would understand?

Would any take notice that the brilliance glowing from my eye
had taken leave and left the sky?

Would any know that God had abundantly shined forth his rays
on such a wretch as I?

Would the moon take delight and forget to shine all
through the pitch black night?

Dare I call forth angelic hosts from heaven and intercept
them in their flight?

Would that the earth call to the mountain to slide into the sea
and leave room enough for all mankind to watch as there I cleave.

Oh, heavenly host upon that mount from where I entered therein,
Caused my soul to turn away from this old world of woe and sin.

For, I shall return that sun to shine and that moon to glow
with eternal joy and thankfulness to Him who loved me so.

Call the sun to move in space before daylight appears
and come down to keep me safe from all my doubts and fears.

Would the Shepherd of my soul so long for all my tears
not look over and be the everlasting comfort of these
my weary years?

To lift my heart from the dungeon's door and rest my soul
by mercy's shore

With eternal joy and peace inside His heart therein
shall my soul abide.


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

The Lord's Solitude Is Good

Sometimes you can't tell a rabbit from a hare.
Sometimes you can't tell a turtle from a tortoise.
But, you can always tell a sheep from a goat.


Very telling is it not?

How red and white and black and yellow
have not yet learned to come together as
a community, but they can all rush to
assemble as a mob?

If I close my mind and open my eyes,
I will still be blind and not see.

Norms have a way of settling what is
and what is not appropriate for a society,
which claims to be civilized.


If I close my mind and open my mouth,
I will still be unable to utter a
sound statement.

Am I imprisoned by my own skin?
Locked into the confines of the past?
Pressed by today?
Pushed by yesterday?
Pulled by tomorrow?

Lord? Must breakout wait for yet another day?

Copyright (c) 2010 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Saturday, January 16, 2010, 2:41 p.m.

I Am Desert Walking

Rev. Lainie Dowell

Let us go out to the desert.
We can get some rest.
But, before we do that,
we have to prepare.

Because ~
- The air is hot and dry in the desert
- The desert is barren and friendless
- The shade is nowhere to be found
- The water is hidden from view,
if there is any around anywhere
- The night is colder than the daytime
is hot

There. . .
What you have is an overview.
Somewhat of a scaled down look at
what awaits your trek to the desert.

And, if you should take your family
and friends along for the sake of
companionship when you arise from
your rest ~ well, then, do not expect
to have much of a rest?

And, you can forget about the thanks
for allowing others to accompany you
to the desert. Grumbling, mumbling . .
Scripture calls it murmuring and complaining.

Ask the Israelites.

Bowlegged time is at hand.
Cross-eyed time is here.
Run-you-ragged-and-silly time.

Rest?

Forget it.

Did you not know there is no rest for the weary?
That is an old adage to be sure, but it is also
a truism nevertheless.

If cool, calm, and collected time is what
you are after,

If reflection time is your aim,

If need-to-be-alone time is your heart's desire,

Then~
Clothe yourself in God's righteousness.
Wrap up in His mighty presence.
Dress down in your appearance.
It is filthy rags, anyway, and all of your
garments are covered with sin
instead of stained by Jesus's blood.

And~
If you have not believed and received
Jesus as your personal Savior and as
the Lord of your life,

Then ~
You will forever remain parched in a
desert land crawling all around on
sinking sand.

It is just so good to get away and to know
you are not alone in the desert.



Silent Whisperings . . .
Wearer of the Iron Robe
Copyright (c) 2004. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Rec'd Tuesday, August 10, 2004, 7:13 a.m. EST.
A Shepherd Woman's Heart

My Heart Cries But My Eyes Are Dry!

By Rev. Lainie Dowell


Spiritual hearts unite in spirit where unseen forces gather far from earth yet near to us who live on the earth.

God of all creation, I am watching the downfall of all that is decent and
honest and Godly.

My heart cries but my eyes are dry!
There is no more moisture to squeeze from between my eyelids.

Why cry for this decaying plane?
Why weep for those who love their wickedness all the same?

You wept on their behalf and they rejected even Your tear.
Your heart broke because of their stiff necks and they still refused to stop to hear.

Greater poets have tried to recapture that moment of pain and set it in stone for those who remain to have as an example of what not to do when You stop by.

But others have come by,
picked up the stones,
and flung them into the far outer reaches
of space and sky.

My heart cries but my eyes are dry!
My heart cannot retrieve the stones.
But their contents continue to flood the earth and wash over this,
Thy servant, alone, even from her birth.

Yet and still my heart cries, but my eyes are dry!


Copyright (c) 2004-2011. By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.