Yadah

The LORD is an anchor unto my soul,

His righteous right hand is upon me

From the depths of despair to the heights of joy

His glorious face shines on me

Even in the midst of darkness to the purest of His light

He awakens my soul, He stirs my spirit within me

When storms rage and waters rise

The fiercest of tempests is but a sigh to Him,

He is with me and I abide under His wing

He is my shelter and my fortress beyond the break of dawn

When hopes scatter and dreams fall

His living spirit saturates me from center to circumference

The God who gives and the God who takes away,

But the God who is all-knowing , all-seeing and all-powerful

The God who works all things for my good

He has dealt to me the measure of faith

In Him I find repose, I still my soul

He unravels the wind and calms the waves,

He envelopes me in His song

A song of grace, a symphony of the fiercest, purest love

Wrapping around my soul

The great Comforter, the God of peace

He unravels the wind and calms the waves

A breathing sigh in all creation,

One song of praise to Him, Adonai

The bow of nature, the bow of man

Let everything that has breath praise Him,

He has adopted me to royalty

In Him I am more than a conqueror, more than an heir

For I am His, and He is mine

He has ransomed me, and He calls me by name

Let all that I am yield to You, oh LORD

My God in whom I trust.  

Written By Wilhelmine Wachter

2Chr 20:21
Give thanks (yadah) to the Lord, for his loving kindness is everlasting.
Ps 63:1
So I will bless thee as long as I live; I will (yadah) lift up my hands in thy name.
Ps 107:15
Oh that men would praise (yadah) the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men.

Hashem is tov!

Shalom! Hashem is tov(good)!

God is the sustainer of our simcha(joy) and how faithful He is!

Joyful and grateful I am for all that Hashem has done, truly there is no God like our God!

A God who is good and kind and whose loving kindness endures forever.

A God in whom we find refuge and strength and blessing! The LORD our portion, the LORD our inheritance, who quakes the mountains and fills the valleys.

Who shepherds the constellations and gives food to the raven. The merciful God, slow to anger and abounding in love.

Our God- the LORD our confidence, the LORD our crown!

He alone is worthy of our praise, for to Him(awesome and eternal) belongs glory and honour, the power, the splendour, the majesty, the dominion and the Kingdom, both now and forever and ever!

To the Eternal Father, The Sovereign KING- Melech hamelachim (King of kings)- Adoni haadonim (Lord of lords)- who is faithful and true!

In Yeshua our King's name, Amen and Amen.

-Written by McNorris Hakata-

Dark deep space (drifting)

The closest of stars

 is but a wick of a candle in its dying glow. 

As I float aimlessly

 in the abyss of cruel thoughts 

that mercilessly attack my tormented mind.

Shades of disturbia

 that flicker in the distance

 as the glow of that star loosens its grip 

on my suspended soul. 

That star, that once was a supernova.

Drifting away in a new realization

of a new gravitational centre to which I’m drawn

and constantly orbit

 in this mix of matter and or anti matter

 I am not aware 

as I seem to have lost consciousness

 in my constant drifting.  

 Orbiting around an unseen cosmic body

 its fabric sheer pain. 

Pain that freezes my face and cracks my lips,

numbs my soul and mortifies my mind. 

As I drift my legs bent at an angle 

and my arms in a perfect pose and balance.

Drifting into some dark comer of the universe.

This feeling i posses like a desperate electron,

wanting, yearning 

to be excited to a higher energy shell. 

To escape this orbit 

and the constant bombardment 

of harsh memories or just 'thoughts'. 

That star that has turned into a black hole 

that the light of what used to be has failed to escape.

Still i drift. 

Towards this invisible cosmic body 

whose fabric mortifies me.

Have i lost to gain, 

my soul leaving a trail of dark matter 

or anti matter i do not know. 

My breath is slow 

and suddenly a gasp of air 

and what seems to be a ray of light. 

Its gravity more powerful, 

Than these tentacles of shadows that linger

My trajectory shifted

that light pulling me in. 

Maybe its just another passing comet

or is it that star 

that was but a wick of a candle in its dying glow 

coming to life?

"in the confines of time and eternity"

Time and mortality 

the debris of a spoken word
withered petals of a glorious beginning
when it was spoken

 "in the beginning"

eternity and immortality

 the sustenance of a word spoken

 continuous ripples of a glorious beginning
from the moment it was spoken

 "let there be"

constellations that He shepherds
He knows them all by name
A third of the illuminaries 

torn by the dragon's tail
Futility pride failed to curtail

Witnesses of the Word spoken

 "it was good"
now confined to this debris 

of withered petals of creation
wrapped in the confines of time and eternity

... yet Polarized.

I fumble with my excuses
deep in thoughts that tumble into reality,
A reality i constantly have to deny
for the sake of the man i am.

The man i need to be
yet these traitors connive against me.
These two yielding traitors-
my heart and mind.
Do they not realize
this is a hostage situation-dire And shackling

Is it the hold of that gaze
that pierces into my soul
Beauty that invades my being
gentleness that pervades my sphere.
A sphere effectively affected
by a smile so captivating
Those intoxicating giggles
that send ripples  of this..
...this unfamiliar force
vibrating through my whole being.

Is it the sound of a voice
The reflection of an amazing heart
The constructs of which
are kindness  and the fear of God.
A fierce fire that flames inside her
and covers her in her mesmerizing beauty
The beauty of a godly woman
Her mind a dazzling universe of inspiration      
Her character etched
in that Divine force
that brought the world into existence

Please shut down my heart
Shadows hover over it..
Please hard reset my mind
Darkness lurks by..
Dark and deep yet so inviting
Desires to stop fighting..
Fighting with myself
In this place where my mind retires
And i sink even deeper
Into this ... this unfamiliar force..
That's pulling me in like a black hole

What God Hath Promised

God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through.
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
But God hath promised strength of the day,
Rest for the labour, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

Annie J. Flint/ 1866-1932

Song of the Lioness ©

In the growing light of dawn she stands on the edge of a magnificent river,

 A silhouette of calmness as she peruses her horizon,

She has traveled far,

From the cold depths of winter, through the hot roils of summer,

Her history is partly written in the sands of the Sphinx,

The obsidian that tore her innocence away,

She struggled through the wilderness, crouched in darkness,

Moving with the shadows,

But drawn and guided by the sun by day,

She broke to the periphery of the thicket,

Walking along the edge of her salvation,

She felt the dawn before the light,

But memory was cruel,

For though she had arrived, her eyes did not see what was before her,

The Artists hands that molded her in her journey,

The Maker of her destiny,

He knew her legacy,

He took the smallest point of light and transformed it into sight,

And now, here she stands, in that very spot,

At the edge of a magnificent river, perusing her horizon,

She’s looking across the Jordan,

And she finally sees the promise before her,

She smiles

And from within her, she begins to purr,

A voice that matures into a rumble,

It is not a mere outburst of sound, but a graduated performance,

She knows who she is, she knows her path has led her here,

And all she has gained is rightly hers

So when she throws her head back and lets it go,

Her roar rolls like thunder

Her voice is a fearless proclamation of protection,

She lives what is within her out loud,

And all the intangibles of faith, hope and love

Become tangible when she sings,

Her voice resonates with the dominion given to her by her Creator,

And reverberates in many an echo in the far distance,

She knows the light that guides her will forever soothe her inner kitty,

He has made her an heiress,

A majestic beauty beheld in her graceful walk,

The dignified look of strength and courage in her eyes,

Do not mistake her meekness for weakness,

For it is absolute power, under perfect control

It is tempered strength and poised might,

There will be no mistaking her incredible beauty and her fierce valor,

For she knows where she has come from,

And she has used it as a stepping stone to where she is going,

Her Maker has fashioned a stunning legacy,

And within her His Spirit is unleashed,

She is the pinnacle of hunting prowess and her roar is an exulting cry,

For hers is a song of freedom,

A lioness arising to the Promised Land,

And she dares to realize all she was created to be.

-Wilhelmine Wachter-