Come unto me my darlings
Come unto me my darlings
Come unto my watering hole
Gather thee around n drink of me
Look into the deep
And you will find me
The deep calleth unto the deep
My brew is not toxic but sweet n life giving
And many secrets are hidden within
Glowing like gold
Deity within
The folded printed pages
The listening heart of God
will hear n understand
I am He the Omnipresent Omniscient Invisible Eternal One
It is but I behind the tangible flesh
of the son of a man
I, The Son of Man

Oh come unto me where you belong
The hour is nigh
When you must fly
In the twinkling of an eye
Transformed nature unto the mind of God
Into this glorious Light
And just my Light alone will rule
No human thinking of this sordid earth has a part
Shalom Shalom
Agape is my Love for you
My darling beloved!

When All Of Life’s Toils Are Done

One day when all of life’s toils are done
Should we close our eyes…
And in Christ we sleep n await
This life on earth
Will seem like a moment
For the spiritual reality
beyond earth’s dream

For that glorious hope revealed to Job
in the midst of all his pains
He saw the resurrection morning n praised the Lord, the King.

From skin-wormed body corruptible
And the Promise of which He has revealed
The wait is but awhile…
just a little longer…
while we pray n watch n wait

Looking up unto the hills
On Mt Zion
on that hill
we’ll surely stand
In our new body incorruptible
In the image of the Son of Man

Oh, beauteous lady on the hill
Darling purchased prize of God
no greater love story could ever touch …
could ever measure…
The AGAPE LOVE of our Father
in depths unspeakable …
unutterable…
Gloriously sublime!

A LIVELY STONE

Thank you Lord   
for the songs of the brook
falling on lively stones
They make my heart to skip a beat
n in awesome wonder 
I sit amazed, enthralled
my listening ears  
drowning in the waters of Life 

I am found floating in heavenly spaces n
places
in celestial bliss
in your River of Life
that is brimming n bubbling
rushing n gushing
n my heart 
like torrents
burst the banks of flesh

I am made weightless
to soar the heavenly heights
crashing into the blue n beyond
and as in a surreal dream
a lightness I feel…

Then bursts the golden rays 
The Son Of Man in view
casting power n strength
to run another day

I rise up once more
my Spirit filled wings span the sky
renewed like an eagle
my razor beak shall not spare
nor my talons
they are ready to war, to snatch
the serpents that hiss
n the dragons that spew ungodly fire
They are but fodder,
ashes to tread upon

The King’s roar is heard in all the lands!
they are quietened
they hide away
but the Bride is like a powerful steed
reigned n turned
by The Master’s Hand
thundering n driven

The Music of His Undying Love
plays on
trebles n clefs 
fortes n quavers 
the quiet pauses n rests
God's Music 
tripping n brimming 
humming n whistling
to the chatter of Lively Stones 
in this singing brook of mine.

Sis Grace
13 th March 2022
Sa

WRAPPED UNDER YOUR BROODING WINGS

Thank you Eternal Invisible Almighty God
you have not forsaken us
from this saddened earth’s sod
we see your hand, your purpose n plan
we’re looking up to our spiritual New Land
eternal kingdom where theocracy reigns.

We see the darts around us fly
and nations breaking with helpless cries
the enemy is roaring n diseases pouring…
we are wrapped under your brooding wings
n the Lamb’s song we now sing
feet shod for Enoch’s flight
walking in your Revealed Light

The hour is nigh
no time to sigh
we watch n wait
with your Word our Stay
strong n sturdy
your Staff in hand
we're feasting on our Passover Lamb

We’re staying in your boundary of Love
in position playing our roles
knowing soon we’ll be reunited with thee
with the family of your Zoe specie.

Praise God!
Praise God!
Honour n glory
Awesome amazing
Eternal Invisible King

THE GLORY SEAT 

Oh Father my fairest n dearest 
my Husband King
If I could look upon your glorious face
I would become as nothing  
Thou art Spirit God without shape or form made flesh
My heart is inclined toward thee
I am a purchased  prisoner of my Master’s love agape
 in virtuous  pursuit barging my way into, 
giving my all…  heavenly joy abounding 
the inner man 
a celebrity star 
bright n lighting the dark of the subconscious..

I might not sing a lark’s song
or a poet be
or make melodies to ring
But there are joybells 
to do the little most of the mostest I can
beyond duty
beyond my own comforts 
awaiting a bema bar’s reward
a crown to wear
a seat of glory
be it for the littlest person  in status
but highly esteemed n honoured by our Father

I embrace the intangible God
made tangible 
His Word consuming my soul 
I am emboldened in humility
Yea power driven
a boosted rocket propellant 
hot in pursuit 
action packed
a leading star
in God’s epic love story
selfish for merit points 
yet selfless to the core
But does not God deal in the impossibilities of my needs?
I shall barge the queue with my services for Him to crown
for I know I am celebrated in heavenly chorus
and a priceless original expression of the Elect Bride of Christ

Thank you Father 
Thank you for the unique gifts of the Bride 
Wrapped in untold blessings 
Healings to my soul.

Amen.
God be praised

THE SPIRIT EAR AND HEART

Herewith the unseen spirit ear n heart
maketh joybells to ring n sing
Songbirds in praise at morn
open windows n in secret places bring  
There all creatures great n small
 in the spring of life 
Chirping
clicking cackling warbling
squeaking
 cawing 
a resounding symphonic  bouquet 
 to heaven’s door to gift

I could have had a kitchen band 
with my rusty pots n pans
But when I’m in the garden 
It plays a piano grand
The notes tinkle on the ivory keys
of these lusty  throated beauties
I grasp the opus n arias
shrill notes 
 dangling  on the trees
Yes  i pick them one by one
and hide them in my heart  

Oh garden fairest my Father
You're all that I would have
You're the fairest of ten thousand 
 the sweetest Dove I know 

My Father 
Into your garden
with rhythmic steps i come 
You're the cooing of the sphere
Ever present  ever so near. 

Thank you
God be praised
Shalom

SETTING SAILS TOWARDS GLORY

The bride of Christ has her sails
set towards heaven
she is vaccinated  with the serum of Godliness
she is God’s DNA
her radar
in righteous direction of her Father’s leading
she is ready for the take-off
astronauts of the Most High God
She is a mighty warrior
immune from the toxic brew of the enemy
Sons n Daughters of God in Authority
she watches n waits
in prayer n patience
from God’s mighty Tower …

Stalwart strong n trained
with battle cries
she springs into action
her eyes are likened unto eagles
piercing sharp afar off
quickly responding
attending laboriously
a medic on the battlefield
with the balm of Gilead
in God’s army of service ….

Striving for mastery
she is not of her own but her Father’s
and all that He wills she is willing
to fight the cause
for the crown that awaits her
What a celebration of joy that would be
seated, an honoured medallist
at the Lamb’s Supper

Indeed the bride has set her sails towards the heavenly
blown by His kisses
cocooned in the caressing arms
and the loving gaze of her beloved Elohim.

Amen
Grace
23rd March 2022
Sa.

A WINDOW INTO GOD’S GARDEN
I wander into the garden each morning
To catch a glimpse of God
In everything I touch n see I know it speaks of Him
The morning sunlight beams, in the brightness of the sky
The blooms of flowers, hues of Colours invite.
And like the rainbows of Joseph’s coat after the rains
A bridal arch for the bridal March
Refreshed n skipping like a lamb
I run to kiss the leaves n shrubs warmed n lively from the dew at night
I gather the smiles n the scents of blooms.
Each unque as a gift, the bloom He owns
The fertile beds, the earth n soil
All tended n watered by the Master’s Hand
I clasp the bouquets close to my heart
As the trees around me clap
The rhythm of this Garden’s heart can only sing praises to the King!

MY GOD – MY STRONGHOLD
Thou teacheth my hands to war
I hold upright the sword of Truth
to do battle with the Philistines of my mind
walking the earth hither thither
Waiting to devour
Give me a heart
n know my ways
lest I murmur n complain
for thou hast shown me The Way
of righteousness
thy loveliness of mind
Let me drink of thee n rejoice in the face of calamity
I am weak but thou art strong
For thou art the stronghold of my mind
Casting away fear
Thou hast prepared for me mine enemies n my friends
in your love agape
To fight the battle of faith
Spurring on under the empowerment
of the 7th seal
For thou has uttered n thundered
N brought me to a high mountain
To know my Father in intimacy
To walk with you in the brightness of the SoM
Glowing from the inside out with the oil of gladness
The Captain of the host art thou
Leading me on  in chains of love
I am strong when I am weakest
Because you have loved me
n called me your little bride
SOM thou art fair to look upon
My heart faints with awe n amazement
I am fulfilled with happiness
In the    boundary of your love divine !
Amen

Grace
21st Feb 2022
SA

WALKING THROUGH THE DOORS OF DOORS

My heart is consumed 

rekindled

burning with the loving fire of Thee

I am walking through the Door of doors

along the Enlightened way

in the cradle of your embrace

warmed and touched by the Son of Man

I cannot speak for words

but in utterings I know

that beyond the printed pages of your Word

penned with a gilded quilt …

a love letter unto the bride

And only the Bride will understand

the rhythm of your sweet breath

your long patience n waiting

for your Zoe family

beloved and purchased

by the sprinkling of your Blood

that speckled Dove set free,

crying “holy! Holy! Holy!” unto Thee

Indeed I am set free

from the wilderness  of the fleshly man

the inside man growing

from the Tree of Life

tasting of the heavenly fruit

seasoned n ripened sweet

As dawn breaks

in the morning light 

i shall go into your vineyard of secrets

i shall meditate

till the noon day sun beats me

till I am black but comely

quenched by the waters of Bethlehem

i shall be satisfied

i shall tarry still

the glorious dying sun to beckon …

The Lamb at Calvary’s Tree

embodying all the offerings and sacrifices …

broken and humbled

i am your supreme purchased prize

Thus, my Lovely One

my Sweetheart, my Darling

my Breath, my Living

how else can this heart speak

but the utterings of the Heart of God…

and Father, may it be

a melody, a song of degrees unto thy bosom

and a jubilation of praises perfectly unto thee

Sis Grace – 30th March 2021,  SA

A THANK YOU LETTER TO MY FATHER

FIRST OF ALL I JUST WANT TO SAY HOW GLORIOUS N AWESOME YOU ARE

WE ADORE AND PRAISE YOU

FOR YOU ARE THE BEAUTIFUL AND LOVELY ONE

WE ARE INSUFFICIENT BUT YOU ARE THE ALL SUFFICIENT ONE

YOU ARE WORTHY OF ALL THE TITLES IN THE BIBLE

MY WORDS ARE FUTILE BUT YOU READ THE HEARTS

THANK YOU FOR EACH DAY AND NEW BEGINNINGS

AS WE AWAKEN TO ANOTHER DAY OF YOUR AGAPE

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PROVIDENCE AND THE GIFTS OF THE FIVE FOLD MINISTRY

WE ARE YOUR DISCIPLES FOLLOWING YOUR LEADERSHIP AND ALTHOUGH WE MIGHT LOSE SOME BATTLES WE WEEP NOT WITH TEARS OF DEFEAT AS IF THERE WAS NO GOD

FOR WE KNOW WE HAVE WON THE WAR

YOU WERE THERE ALL THE TIME CARRYING US

THEY WERE YOUR FOOTPRINTS NOT OURS

THANK YOU FOR THE SEASONS OF JOY AND PAIN

OF TRAINING AND LEARNING TO PRODUCE SONS AND DAUGHTERS INTO YOUR VERY IMAGE 

MAY WE SEE WITH UNDERSTANDING YOUR GREAT PLAN THAT YOU DEAL WITH EACH UNIQUE PERSON

FLOWERS IN YOUR GARDEN

SOME IN BUD AND SOME IN BLOOM

WE ARE STRIVING FORWARD

GIVE US A HEART TO BE GRACIOUS AND MERCIFUL AS WE ENVISION YOU AT CALVARY

CRYING OUT FORGIVENESS

INCHING TOWARDS GLORY 

OUR FEET GROWING IN SIZE TO FIT ENOCH’S DESIGNER SHOES

WE ARE REMINDED THAT IT’S ONLY A CERTAIN SHOE FIT FOR THE MINORITY OF OVERCOMERS

LET US LOOK INTO THE WHITE STONE AS WE WRESTLE WITH THE ANGEL FOR OUR BLESSINGS LIKENED TO PARAPLEGICS   A LIMPING PRINCE TO THE WORLD OF PRIDE AND SELF

A LAUGHING STOCK AND RIDICULED

THEIR EYES ARE DARKENED AND THEY DO NOT SEE US STANDING

A Bridal Seed For Glory

Day and night I ponder
how much have I done for my Father?
do I labour for self or others?
am I seeking this earth’s mouldy wealth?

Yes I’ve begun to realise
my gain on earth is but loss
moth eaten and cankered they’ll be
what good is that to me?

What is my life –
His Zoe Bride saved unto good works
what should I do if not to live my life in bodily sacrifice?
did not Christ die to self a sacrifice?
did He not pay the ultimate price?
Moses went with just a stick in his hand
Samson fought the Philistines alone
with a jaw bone at hand
David slew the giant with five stones
and yes indeed there were so many more

What am I?
but to offer in service all of me
springing into action
let the sparks fly!
for the glorious seeds of God’s family
not for worldly gain leisure or pleasure
but for my Father’s heavenly treasures

What am i?
I am but his seed for glory
the crown and reward I must fervently seek
and thus I say
“Oh my Father
here I am
please take me”

Sis Grace
20th March 2022
SA

UNDER THE SHADE OF THE LIVING TREE

I am your dove
ringed and tagged by the Word of love
I know no other destinations
for you have brought me to roost

on the sprawling branches of the tree of Life
I am made to perch and rest
under the shade
under the healing leaves
on this fruit laden tree
of the doctrine of Christ n Godliness
The Alpha n The Omega

I am nourished
my feathers perfumed
oiled with spikenard
the sweetest of herbs
glowing from within and without.

I was in the wilderness of sin
of unbelief n unrighteousness
on man’s hunting ground and battlefield
of woes and sorrows
but you have wrenched me from
the enemy’s grip
tended to my wounds
taught me how to know
my God and the secret part of thee

thou art my quickening
the stimulating wine of youth
I am come home to your dovecote
to nest in your amazing love and grace

Happy is a heart
that serves the Lord
giving of self untold
eyes to see the Bridal needs
hands hastening to do the deeds

let my life dear Father
be a poem
your workmanship
created for good works
a work of art in your gallery
brushed and touched
by the Master’s hand
abounding in bodily sacrifice
bearing the cross of Jesus Christ

Servants in motion
objectives and motives pure
not for profit or worldly gain
not for glory or shouts of fame
but oh!
to catch my Father’s loving gaze
for a crown to wear after the race

Bearing willing gifts
let this be my end
a love story to account
a non-commissioned volunteer
beyond my call of duty
constantly in service and ready
with a skip in my steps
a song on my lips
Tis’ my heart’s cry
to my lovely One
my God Eternal Father Elohim

Sis Grace
20th march 2022
SA

The Son of Man swept His Light
over the dirt of me
I was brought forth
green leaves sprouting life
Anastasia Lily in full bloom
a true Easter Seal
bound on the inside of me

I was in the tomb of unbelief, of death
of Roman guards
In the gloom of darkness and chaos
but at the rising of the sun
the gloom vanished
I was risen
I was quickened

Our Father’s free will offering
by grace transferred me
from the Book of Life
to the Lamb’s Book of Life
from the tree of death
to the Tree of Life

A cripple I was
brought and cared for
in His Inn of Life
tendered to by a Pastor true
eating the Truth of God’s fruit
within Eden’s gate
receiving wholeness
of the resurrection of Christ

God by His amazing grace
condescended as man
volunteered and died
a Lamb on Calvary’s Tree
and at His dying
as He screamed out loud
broke the seal of death unto victory

Oh Tree of Life
that provided a Way
and snatched me out
from the Land of Nod
Sunrise of my living
that gave me the secret potion
the elixir to a body change
thou art the True Easter
the Headstone that has come
to finish the building
His Bride in the season
of expectations most glorious

The angels will see
the climax of our family reunion
as we receive honorary crowns
the Heroes of the ages
how we shall rejoice!
and how we shall sing!

Thank you precious Father
for the glory of Easter
the Anastasia of me!
Amen

Here I am Lord
Cleanse my lips n SELF
With your fiery tongs
Wash n perfume me with the
Oil of the Rose of Sharon
From the deep murky waters
of shame n filth
That I sin not with my soul

Though the enemies surround n shoot their darts
May I stand steadfast
n the doctrine of Christ n Godliness
I am indeed God’s favour, His purpose
In all things, situations n circumstances
Enabling me to love myself…my enemies…
Through His agape in prayer

Giving grace giving praise
Measuring my responses
Armed with the mind of God
Rejoicing in victory n shalom
An Enoch walk unto eternity

While the world in atomic frenzy sizzles
n like a frayed thread explodes
My heart yearns…desiring Godliness
I see clearly through the brass laver
my hidden sins

When before I could see but darkly…
I thought myself a ‘perhaps’
Beloved Father
Grace came n quickened me
Speedily I must run
To His secret hiding place

And not the hole of my ugly self
For there I shall breathe the breath of God
The sweetness of the lily
There I shall find no fault
with anyone no blame

For the purpose of God
Is His good pleasure n will
I shall not fear
The shadows of darkness must flee

As the soul in obedience to the gene seed
of God’s agape receives the Light
The new man emerging
Perfumed in beauty n grace
Unto the image of the Son of Man

Away! away! with the old man
The morning sun has risen
To shine upon the new man
Yea in shalom, quietly n gently shall I walk
Empowered in His garden
in the glorious flower of His love
Amen

My desire is to be counted worthy
Worthy at the bema bar
of service unto the bride selfless
dedicated to the cause

The army of God’s mighty force
likened unto David’s men of valour
spurring into action
armed with His mighty strength n vigour
noticing every need

With no thought of monetary greed
a unicorn awakened to speed
my hands may He use
my mind with His eyes to see
the church’s needs

He has saved me by grace
that I know
Now beyond the boundary
I must go

Graduation requires the workings
I am running the race
that at the end
I might be counted worthy
To receive my crown of valour
To hear Him say
“Well done my good n faithful servant
Enter thou into the joy of the Lord”

So help me Lord from my slumber
I am awakened n surely now
n quickly
I must rise up n go!

Father
Thou art my song n the dance to my harp
Your bride is warmed to your embrace
She kisses the mouth that speaks
She walks tall and kingly
Her strides are certain n measured
This is the Enoch hour
She has her shoes ready
N the staff of His truth in hand

Though fiery trials n challenges beset her
She is meek
In godliness contentment
She is unfazed
Knowing God has n purpose n a plan
She sings praises n adoration n loveth
the enemy’s favours

In the seasons of blessings
She pauses to ponder
She searches the mind of God
‘Father what will You have me do?’
This is a test that I must pass
to please my Father in every way
She seeks after virtue
She plans her day with meditation
from the dawning till the set of sun
Her soul yearning
Willing to put into action His word n mind

Tapping untold power
A champion Olympian is she

So to His music she is inclined
She hears no other
And to His dance of life eternal
She will sing upon her harp till in a
twinkling she takes flight

Make my mountains a plain dear Father
that I sin not with haughty lips and a high head of pride
let meekness becometh me

let me walk softly and gently
for there’s a mountain set for me
a mountain high that I must climb
the summit of love divine
let me walk tall and kingly
my head bowed low in Deity’s gold
let the SOM shine His light upon me
my heart to glow with Godly humility

meek as a lamb
gentle as a dove

bridle my mouth and open it
with gracious words and the splendour of your Love
hold the reins of me
direct me
turn the corners of my life in servitude unto thee

oh make haste to help me Lord
that my plain be tender n soft to tread upon
that the briers and thistles that trouble
will be nothing and if anything at all
for greater is the one who makes himself lesser
and esteemeth the other better

oh Lord
how wise thou art
you have made my plain to blossom
a single rose to be my garden.

GRACE
20TH MARCH 2022
SA