Dream Holder

I have a box of hopes and dreams closed off to the world.

This little box of wishful thoughts needs to be unfurled.

I hold it close unto my chest and stroke its polished top.

Tightly gripping its fragile form, desiring it not to drop.

Embellished box of hopes and dreams, I pray you do not shatter.

The contents of your form are strictly secret matter.

I feel a breeze and a gentle touch upon my feeble shoulder.

Child, I hear a fervent voice, I am your dream holder.

Let go of the box in which you’ve hidden your desires,

Don’t you know that I am your Supplier?

My hands grow weak and lose traction on my box.

It falls to the cold pavement like a bag of rocks.

Tears well up in my eyes, my hopes and dreams are gone!

I turn my back on this dreadful scene. My body is withdrawn.

But, like the new morning’s dew, you call to me and present—

Beautiful new dreams, hopes deep with rich content.  

Don’t lose heart child, you say.

My favor in you I’ll portray.

Do not hide your pretty dreams. Display them in power.

For blessings will come to a heart induced with valor.

Now, my hands are free from the burdens of my requests.

In your face I see assertion of true success.

-Kimi Willingham

Psalm 103: 1-6

 Praise the LORD, O my soul;
       all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the LORD, O my soul,
       and forget not all his benefits- who forgives all your sins
       and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit
       and crowns you with love and compassion,  who satisfies your desires with good things
       so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's. The LORD works righteousness
       and justice for all the oppressed.

Bloom in your Youth

Tensing, I’m climbing to the city on the hill.

Flexing, I’m gripping to the side of the mountain still.

Light, I can see on the buildings in the distance.

I’m moving forward on the path of least resistance.

What manner of guidance is this?

I have a leader who provides me with complete bliss.

What type of provision am I given?

My God gave me strength by the blood nails driven.

Reaching to the city paved in shining gold,

I’m stretching for his mighty hand to hold.

Clutching, I feel him scoop up my feet,

I’m elevated to the shining street.

No weight, I feel light. He’s lifted my cares.

Mind fixed on his goodness, He’s answered my prayers.

How I cried for an answer both day and night.

Waiting for his promises to set flame and ignite.

God, your word is an arsenal of fervent truth.

Like Jeremiah you said, “You’ll bloom in your youth!”

Blessings beyond imagination, I cannot measure.

Amen to the promise of restored holy pleasure.

Jeremiah 1: 4-10

 ⁴ The word of the LORD came to me, saying,

 ⁵ "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
       before you were born I set you apart;
       I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."

 ⁶ "Ah, Sovereign LORD," I said, "I do not know how to speak; I am only a child."

 ⁷ But the LORD said to me, "Do not say, 'I am only a child.' You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. ⁸ Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you," declares the LORD.

 ⁹ Then the LORD reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, "Now, I have put my words in your mouth. ¹⁰ See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant."

Capture me. Consume me. Run thorough my body. Invade my spirit. My flesh is weak, but my mind sharp. Dressed in white, I come to the edge of this mountain. With hands spread, nothing to give, but a life! I worship you for you alone are unfailing. You, my Prince, are faithful. You, my King, are strong. Nothing can separate me from your love. I see waters before me. I see mountains hovering in deepening desperation.  Birds fly overhead and whistle out your praises. I am surrounded by grace. My heart is made of faith. Complete. I feel complete. Mesmerized by your features, I give myself to you. Your light invades my soul. My heart beats in anticipating surrender. Remove this veil, sweet bridegroom. I long to rest in your arms. I’ve given myself to the Warrior King. In him my being: mind, spirit, and soul reside.

John 3: 28-30

The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom's voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete. He must become greater; I must become less.

Miracle Worker Dressed in a Smock

Let my tongue resound with praises wrapped in flames!

May my life be filled with spices seasoned in your name!

You are the master artist. I’m awestruck by your hand.

You paint colors lined in gold. Your art technique expands.

I want to be brushed into view- a relic on your canvas.

In hues of shining white, display your light around us!

To be created by the hand that heals terminal sickness,

To be covered in the blood that reassures forgiveness.

I’m ecstatic. I can’t explain the wonderful mystery of your name.

I admire the artist that strokes grace in my life.

I value the imperfections you allow with your painters knife.

For what is artwork without uniqueness?

Who am I without your completeness?

Your artists eye, spots raw beauty.

Like every creator, to transform becomes duty.

But, you transform like no one else!

You paint skin on bones and restore diminished health.

I admire your talent. You sculpt life into rock.

Miracle worker, dressed in a smock!

-Kimi Willingham

Isaiah 40:26 

Lift your eyes and look to the heavens:
       Who created all these?
       He who brings out the starry host one by one,
       and calls them each by name.
       Because of his great power and mighty strength,
       not one of them is missing.

Hannah’s Prayer

I’m barren my Lord, lacking sweet promise.

You’ve always said you’d shine on a woman pure and honest.

I’ve been mocked my Lord, paraded through mud.

How I pray the heavens open and your blessings start to flood.

I am on my knees in sheer desperation.

My tears stain the cold stone. Am I in a temple of separation?

All I want is to bring you praise and utmost respect.

And, if it means giving my beloved to you--

In his soul-utter devotion-I will erect.

I have waited dear Lord with deep love to give.

Let your daughter be with child and finally begin to live.

So, I will, Dear God, hope in your unfailing disposition.

I will wait Abba in complete submission.

For your ways are not my own, I lack heavenly judgment at times.

Whatever your will, I will accept it as a plan divine.

Servant to the mighty King—a marksman in his war!

Hear my prayer sweet Miracle Maker. Answer this valiant roar!

  Kimi Willingham

1 Samuel 1:19-20:

They rose early in the morning and worshiped before the LORD; then they went back to their house at Ramah. Elkanah knew his wife Hannah and the LORD remembered her. In due time Hannah conceived and bore a son. She named him Samuel, for she said, 'I have asked him of the LORD.'

Hannah's Full Story

Psalm 23:5 (KJV)

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

My teapot is white and the water boiling clear.

I’m bathed in the courage of the Warrior’s spear.

Fragile as porcelain, I break in the face of threat;

But, my Master has a battle cry that erases my full fret.

He’s fiercer than the army sergeants; and, patrols at every hour.

This General of generals parades in grace and power.

Eyes open to the enemy; he knows his tricks and ploys.

The Lord of lords, Jesus Christ, is my supreme envoy.

What fear is there in following such an utmost commander?

His gentle heart and burley ways sparkle bright in grandeur.

Yes, my teapot runneth over, with the mention of his name.

My hands that hold my teacup, burn with passion’s flame!

The steam reaches to the heavens in color and in form,

In ascension to our God on high of lives and tongues transformed.

We are in Christ made to brew in grace and security.

He’s taken us from the land of milk to complete maturity.

I’ll drink to my Lord at a table of hosts that despise my true affection.

For Jesus’ blood paid the ransom for my soul. In him I gain protection.

With an impassioned smile, I wait, teeth glaring,

For the one enthroned on high, white robe wearing.

Maker and Molder, the Potter in life,

I remain true to your promises, a consecrated wife.

-Kimi Willingham 

The world with all its shiny ambitions is nothing compared to the greatness God has to offer those that love him with a fervent heart.

1 Corinthians 2:9

No one's ever seen or heard anything like this, Never so much as imagined anything quite like it— What God has arranged for those who love him.
But you've seen and heard it because God by his Spirit has brought it all out into the open before you.

What is fervent God? I want to love fervently I cry from the depths of my soul. You whisper, Child, love with no bounds. Let your impassioned prayers fill my throne room like deep fragrance from seeded lavender fields. Envisioning myself, surrounded by the dark purple buds, I breathe in deeply filling my lungs with the fragrance of this new life. Is this the scent that coats your robe and washes your feet, Lord? I want to be caught in the midst of this field of grace. I will bathe myself in this flower water!

Ezekiel 16:9, 10

“‘I bathed you with water and washed the blood from you and put ointments on you. I clothed you with an embroidered dress and put leather sandals on you. I dressed you in fine linen and covered you with costly garments.

Sometimes insecure, I dangle my toes over your goodness beyond recognition. I look into the pool, watching its rippling surface wanting to touch the tips of my toes in the cool, refreshing water. But, I am hesitant. Why? For I know your love will engulf me like roaring waves upon the Dover Cliffs. Your love is violent and real. Yet, I choose not to extend my feet and fall into your overwhelming waters.

Mark 7:37

^“People were overwhelmed with amazement.”He has done everything well," they said. "He even makes the deaf hear and the mute speak."

Give me the courage to stand and dive into the ocean headfirst. Fear strangles my passion. Give me the strength to release this fear and strap on the belt of truth! You are true God. In the presence of precise truth trepidation must flee in seven directions for truth is your essence.

Psalm 119:30

I have chosen the way of truth; I have set my heart on your laws.

-Kimberly Willingham

My God,

 You are earnest. You are faithful.

You are priceless.

I am a treasure seeker.

I race toward the light that shines.

No longer bound by sin and shame,

This new life gives me wings.

Soaring. Lord, I want to fly.

Away into the sunlight,

Glimmers on my feathers;

Touched by the warm rays,

 I am protected in your grasp.

Set fire to my heart once more.

Give me eyes to see.

I want to see through hearts, souls, and minds.

To bring compassion to the aching,

Your plan for me—unsurpassed.

Hurting. I come to the throne room alone.

Bridegroom, kiss my face.

Can I crawl into your lap and have you sing me to sleep?

Your voice it calms the storms.

Your passion parts the seas.

Though I don’t see it, the plan up ahead,

Blessings and utmost honor I thrust upon your head.

You crown me with beauty and say,

Daughter, crawl into my wounds.

I have saved you from the beast that steals.

I will build up your temple and restore.

Trusting. It’s frightful.

But, I have to trust your matchless grace.

Living in the flesh is painful,

I hang onto your words.

I’m in love with a miracle man, A man that wipes my feet!

Speechless, at this ongoing love,

Gazing into his face makes my life complete.

So, I will wonder. I will fall before the Warrior King.

Heal my heart O’ Maker of all.

Set a blaze to my aching feet.

Sword in hand, I take up your call.

Like Deborah, you’ve spoken to me.

I will fasten my armor to the tightest notch.

Speak to me my God Supreme.

Kimberly Willingham

Matthew 25:6 (NLT)

“At midnight they were roused by the shout, ‘Look, the bridegroom is coming! Come out and meet him!’

Leaflet pages turning over

Life made new by my one True Lover.

Scared, I travel with a lighter load,

To new adventures, new discoveries unfold.

The road before me a grayish blue,

I press on in passion, this love to pursue.

Breathe. I breathe for the body of Christ.

My being he’s enraptured. My hunger enticed.

The bread to my body, the wine to my tongue,

The hope in my soul, and all melodies unsung;

I walk in a rhythm, the pattern of grace.

Stretch on to the blessing in my Hiding Place.

Oh God of my heart, Sweet Precious Lamb,

The beginning and end, the Great I AM.

You gave me a purpose. I march on to this call.

I sit in the throne room. You are the King that enthralls.

Kimberly Willingham

Revelation 7:14 (The Message)

Just then one of the Elders addressed me: "Who are these dressed in white robes, and where did they come from?" Taken aback, I said, "O Sir, I have no idea—but you must know."

Then he told me, "These are those who come from the great tribulation, and they've washed their robes, scrubbed them clean in the blood of the Lamb. That's why they're standing before God's Throne. They serve him day and night in his Temple. The One on the Throne will pitch his tent there for them: no more hunger, no more thirst, no more scorching heat. The Lamb on the Throne will shepherd them, will lead them to spring waters of Life. And God will wipe every last tear from their eyes."