Psalm 29:2:
Ascribe to the LORD the glory due to His name;
Worship the LORD in holy array.
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Crowned You as My Own
My heart cries…I surrender.
You gently touch my back.
You push me forward softly, saying,
Child, breathe in. Relax.
Your mercies new surround me.
I tense up at the thought.
You stroke my hair and say to me,
This dire anxiety, my death bought.
No need to fear, my little one.
Jesus paid it all.
Just trust me and my faithful voice,
I will make you a warrior strong and tall.
Take me at my word, sweet flower,
Bloom in grace and spread your petals.
For my iron strength will always be your strong tower.
Run into me, your hiding place.
You will always find shelter in my being.
Dash after me like butterflies, pursue me in this chase.
For I will not abandon you or fly away remote,
My wings are open for your protection,
They are not paper thin, but posses a glaze—a solid coat.
Drink in my light, precious jewel unique.
Find me when your strength is weak.
My love, I’ve lavished on you. You smell sweet, like my cologne.
Rest easy, knowing that I love you and have crowned you as my own.
Kimi Willingham
Zechariah 9:16:
And the LORD their Godwill save them in that day
As the flock of His people;
For they are as the stones of a crown,
Sparkling in His land. -
Sandals on Cobblestone
Sandals on cobblestone,
Pale hands against rafters,
I wait for you Christ,
In the streets of disaster.
My back aches from lashes.
There are bruises on my knees.
Every night I kneel in the darkness.
Won’t you speak to me, please!
I am removing the veil
That wraps round my ears.
Quicken my heart Abba.
Let me sense your warmth here.
The cool wind circles my body.
I smell your mercy in the air.
My hands start to tremble.
At the sky, I stare.
Stars shoot across the heavens,
My heartbeat leaps with fire.
I can feel it Jesus…
You are lifting me from the mire.
My feet feel like feathers.
Sweat trickles down my face.
My body feels caressed.
My frame your hands embrace.
Do not worry child, you whisper.
Dip your faith in my sure gold.
Compare yourself to no one.
Child, you break the mold.
Can’t you see that I am forming you,
For a holy path.
Do not question my ability.
Let me do the math.
I turn and see your bread, stationed at my face.
Eat my darling beauty.
You’ll need this for the race.
Kimi Willingham
Isaiah 40:6-11
A voice said, “Shout!”
I asked, “What should I shout?”“Shout that people are like the grass.
Their beauty fades as quickly
as the flowers in a field.
7 The grass withers and the flowers fade
beneath the breath of the Lord .
And so it is with people.
8 The grass withers and the flowers fade,
but the word of our God stands forever.”9 O Zion, messenger of good news,
shout from the mountaintops!
Shout it louder, O Jerusalem.
Shout, and do not be afraid.
Tell the towns of Judah,
“Your God is coming!”
10 Yes, the Sovereign Lord is coming in power.
He will rule with a powerful arm.
See, he brings his reward with him as he comes.
11 He will feed his flock like a shepherd.
He will carry the lambs in his arms,
holding them close to his heart.
He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young. -
My Heart, Your Territory
I stagger Lord and bleed.
My heart beat bears a seed,
A seed of utmost faith,
Jesus germinate this place!
To develop in your soil of richness,
I stumble my Lord. I am clumsy, I profess.
But, you my Lord, you make me whole.
You, my Savior, are the prize, the goal.
How I long to sit and your feet and seek,
Seek you Jesus, and hear you speak.
Radiance surrounds you as you listen to my tears,
A robe of white, for me, you suddenly prepare.
“Child, I love you and forgive you.”
You kiss my forehead gently.
You look into my eyes of pain ever so intently.
“Rise up my daughter. Walk in strength and might.
You eyes sparkle like shooting stars. You are my delight.”
To feel your robe around my shoulders is ineffable.
You summon me to come and sit me at your table.
Holy, holy, holy, I cry. You reign over all the earth.
In you I find my meaning. God, I find my worth.
You’ve inscribed in my fingers, unique, select imprints.
Everyday I feel you. You embrace me every moment.
Being raptured in your love provides complete elation.
Lord, you are my sturdy Rock. God, you’re my foundation.
By: Kimi Willingham
Job 37: 1-5:
"At this my heart pounds
and leaps from its place. Listen! Listen to the roar of his voice,
to the rumbling that comes from his mouth. He unleashes his lightning beneath the whole heaven and sends it to the ends of the earth. After that comes the sound of his roar;
he thunders with his majestic voice. When his voice resounds,
he holds nothing back. God's voice thunders in marvelous ways;
he does great things beyond our understanding." -
Captivated Child
God, what a pleasure it is to serve you.
I drink from your cup, and I am filled.
What serum is this that you feed me?
In your fire aura I am stilled.
How precious are your words!
You speak and I grow silent.
I cherish each heartbeat pumping in my chest.
I dance and sing in the crevices of the Rock,
For you love extends beyond the east and west.
This is a blessing—to follow you and surrender all,
It brightens my eyes and restores health to my heart.
Your features my Abba do not just charm, God, they enthrall.
Come sweet Savior. Show your power in grief.
Give beauty for ashes. This bounty I seek!
I jump off the waterfall, built on concrete faith.
I lap up the water that reflects your face!
Paint on me elegance. Peace, in the midst of despair.
Write in me your promises. My mouth, Jesus, prepare!
I am ready, hands open, outstretched to the stars,
With visions of love at the thought of your scars.
You place in me a passion so deep, a love so violent, wild.
God, I will walk with you. I am your steadfast, captivated child.
Kimi Willingham
Isaiah 61:3:
To all who mourn in Israel,
he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning,
festive praise instead of despair.
In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks
that the Lord has planted for his own glory. -
Everyday is new.
Every promise in you is YES and AMEN.
I am clinging to your Word Lord.
You do not desire the day of despair for your children.
You are the healer. By your wounds we are healed.
In you, water never ceases.
It runs with an ever-increasing current.
We swim in your waterfall and drink in its blessing.
Wash over us like a violent storm.
Cover us with limitless raindrops.
Fill us with your endless power and electrify our beings.
Run through us like a vaccine.
Heal our hurting places.
Create in the crevices of our souls buckets of your remedy.
We will not uproot from our hope in you.
Our faith only deepens in the richness of your soil.
Fertilize our lives Abba, Master, Redeemer.
Restore vision my God.
Cleanse the glass that easily smudges.
Open the shutters built to shield in fear.
Rebuild the windows of our souls.
-Kimi Willingham
Isaiah 54:12:
And I will make your windows and pinnacles of [sparkling] agates or rubies, and your gates of [shining] carbuncles, and all your walls [of your enclosures] of precious stones.Luke 4:18:
The Spirit of the Lord [is] upon Me, because He has anointed Me [the Anointed One, the Messiah] to preach the good news (the Gospel) to the poor; He has sent Me to announce release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to send forth as delivered those who are oppressed [who are downtrodden, bruised, crushed, and broken down by calamity], -
...Sturdy Sequoia...
Standing tall I am stretched to the limit—to the skies.
I gaze up in wonder, My Maker, amazement glows in my eyes.
You are great. You are radiant. You are tall and ceaselessly strong.
As I stand under nature’s beauty, Your glory echoes in their songs!
With every chirp and whistle, the birds repeat Your name.
The branches of the mighty sequoia tree brilliantly, Your splendor, frames!
I can stand with arms wide open and feel the air salute you.
You are the admirable Father, to You all praise is due.
Come sweet Savior. Come and overwhelm us with your presence.
I wait, my Jesus, fresh grass under my feet, in sheer suspense.
Your mercy, it surmounts my being. It washes over me.
Your words are like fragrant embers. They resemble potpourri.
My heart, it bubbles over, at the thought of dancing in your attire.
Hold me, lead me, guide me, and lift my feet higher and higher.
To be a symbol of sturdiness and certainty at the nail-scarred feet of God,
I sing a ballad of gratefulness—for I am gently guided by Your solid rod.
Kimi Willingham
Psalm 68:35:
A terrible beauty, O God, streams from your sanctuary. It's Israel's strong God!He gives power and might to his people!
O you, his people—bless God!
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Watch Over Me
By: Aaron Shust
I was lonely
You came waltzing over to me
And Your eyes they saw right through me
And You heard each one of my cries for help
And You came to rescue me
I was broken
Every prayer that I had spoken
Reached Your ears and all my tears weren’t cried in vain
You carried all my pain
And put me back together again
You watch over me in the darkest valleys
You watch over me when the night seems long
You help me to see the way before me
You watch over me; You watch over me
Always faithful
To be leading, at this moment
Interceding for Your children
Though I’ve wandered astray from Your infinite ways
You’ve never left me alone -[to chorus]
Take my frozen heart; awaken me
Never once have You forsaken me
Even though I walk through this shadow of death
You will guide and defend me
You’ll guard and protect me
Even though I walk through this shadow of death
You will lead me homeClick the link below to hear a small segment of this song!
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You are the ROSE OF SHARON!
Soil of Richness Let me dive into you Lord. I want to breathe your air.
Enable me my Father, to sit at your feet and stare.
With eyes wide open, I gaze at your face.
Lord of All, my Precious God, you are my Hiding Place.
Wrap me in your robe of glory; douse me in your perfume.
Plant me in your soil of richness. God for you I want to bloom.
I long to grow tall and strong in your rays of sunlight;
God, my Gardener, water me with sparkling life so bright.
I want to reach the sun—to touch it with my petals.
Rose of Sharon, the model of perfect nature, I do not want to settle.
Build in me veins so receptive, responsive, and pumping;
So that the water running through me will be swelling instead of stunting.
You are the Rock Ages, I stand upon your power.
You create life in me. Lord, I pray you establish this dainty flower.
Kimi WIllingham
Song of Solomon 2
Beloved
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
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Pupils of Fire Glistening, shining, and radiating light
My Lord is the epitome of all that is bright.
King of creation you are gentle and mild
You comprise characteristics of a soft, fragile child.
You are a fiery furnace of blazing delight.
Through the flames of your presence, we gain seamless sight.
This fire brightens our pupils; it heats up our hearts.
Burning passion through your inferno, to us, you impart.
Shades of reds, oranges, and blues sway in the wind;
In the sparks of your bonfire you whisper like a friend.
Child you are my passion. You are my delight.
You are the reason my wings take to such flight.
I fly to your rescue, to shelter your essence.
I am here to mature you in your adolescence.
Grow in me dear one. Strap on my grace.
Lace up your running shoes. Prepare to sprint the race.
The beads of sweat you feel running down your forehead
Are only evidence of your effort to taste the true Bread.
Feel the breeze child. It is my bottomless assurance.
Breathe it through your nostrils. The race—you must endure it!
I am here my beautiful one, I have never left.
Your hopes and dreams are secured in my rocky cleft.
You are a work in progress. I am so proud of your pursuit.
Keep running precious treasure. You are developing sweet fruit.
By: Kimberly Willingham
Revelation 1:14:
His head and his hair were white like wool, as white as snow.And his eyes were like flames of fire.
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Expertise Dancer
Tippy toes pointed, she laces her pink shoes.
She smiles from ear to ear. Her heart races to dance for You.
Such grace she displays with every bend of her shape.
The shadows of her figure stir like wind through drapes.
Her hair pulled up as if not to distract from her vision.
She twirls in sheer and fervent passion; it’s elegant precision.
She’s caught up in the moment. She can’t stop to catch her breath.
She gasps and keeps dancing. She does not want to rest.
Sweet blossoms of fuchsia flowers fall in descending pattern.
She continues to twirl, her dress, spinning like the rings of Saturn.
She twirls into the throne room of a beautiful, white enveloped King.
Her focus suddenly changes from a fixed spot to a perfect being.
Dance steps, once simple, now, skip in complex formation.
For she dances for the Lord of all on a solid, firm foundation.
Tears stream from her fixed eyes. She wants to stop and adorn Him.
But this passion in her heart of hearts continues to make her fervor swim.
Oh God, you are my inspiration, she shouts between the violent spins.
My life of amateur dancing is gone. Now the expertise in You begins.
By: Kimberly Willingham
Proverbs 4:25:
Let your eyes look directly ahead. And let your gaze be fixed straight in front of you.
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