Our fleeting shouts of “Hosanna!”, they all too quickly fade.
…..But not even death could keep Him away.
We cried out for a Savior, and He came to us that day.
…..But not even death could keep Him away.
Then our praises turn to cursing, as we look the other way.
…..But not even death could keep Him away.
We spoke of Him in anger, and not a word would He say.
…..But not even death could keep Him away.
Beaten, bruised, abandoned, it was our debt He came to pay.
…..But not even death could keep Him away.
God’s broken heart of anguish, made Him hide his face.
…..But not even death could keep Him away.
All hell and it’s demons, scoffed at His disgrace.
…..But not even death could keep Him away.
Our futures seemed so hopeless when they put Him in the grave.
…..But not even death could keep Him away.
He returned with life for us, when He rose on that third day,
…..Because not even death could keep Him away.
Because His love for us was overwhelming, not even death could keep Him away!
Amy Rainey 4/09
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Vision
How much of a Vision is seen with the eye?
Or heard with the ear?
Or thought with the mind?
Or felt with the heart?
Like life that springs from the crack in the earth?
It comes not from the surface
But extends deep into hidden places,
Secret depths of treasure.
Each finger roots deep until it finds
Rich soil and tender earth
Which brings forth the nourishment
intended for the heart and soul.
As it makes every effort to produce life,
It's as though sight and sound
and thought and passion
Spring forth in revelation and birth.
It blossoms and blooms fruits of wonder
under the careful watchful eye of the Master Gardener.
It's produce springs forth from the unseen.
First small to the observer then abounding in glory.
Glory for One.......Only One....
Amy Rainey 7/6/09
Or heard with the ear?
Or thought with the mind?
Or felt with the heart?
Like life that springs from the crack in the earth?
It comes not from the surface
But extends deep into hidden places,
Secret depths of treasure.
Each finger roots deep until it finds
Rich soil and tender earth
Which brings forth the nourishment
intended for the heart and soul.
As it makes every effort to produce life,
It's as though sight and sound
and thought and passion
Spring forth in revelation and birth.
It blossoms and blooms fruits of wonder
under the careful watchful eye of the Master Gardener.
It's produce springs forth from the unseen.
First small to the observer then abounding in glory.
Glory for One.......Only One....
Amy Rainey 7/6/09
His Voice
Some know not the sound of His voice.
But how shall it be described...
For at times it is as a soft breeze rustling through leaves
But others as a rushing wind exerting power on what doesn't bend.
It's like the soft trickle of water as it sings across small pebbles
Or it is like strong waves that beat and crash against the shore.
Like spring showers that tenderly patter on leaf and petal
And then as forceful torments in sheets that flood.
In solitude and serenity is where it is heard, in the silence
As a still small voice, a whisper in the garden.
Like food for the soul and nourishment to the spirit of the one He loves.
Easily remembered and craved in times when He is quiet.
Amy Rainey 7/7/09
But how shall it be described...
For at times it is as a soft breeze rustling through leaves
But others as a rushing wind exerting power on what doesn't bend.
It's like the soft trickle of water as it sings across small pebbles
Or it is like strong waves that beat and crash against the shore.
Like spring showers that tenderly patter on leaf and petal
And then as forceful torments in sheets that flood.
In solitude and serenity is where it is heard, in the silence
As a still small voice, a whisper in the garden.
Like food for the soul and nourishment to the spirit of the one He loves.
Easily remembered and craved in times when He is quiet.
Amy Rainey 7/7/09
The Treasure
As new found treasure brought from the depths into sight
Glimpses of sunlight capture first smooth surfaces
Then thrown about by angled cuts of gems and glass
Prisms of color dance about as captured in a whirlwind
As to tempt it's finder to dig deeper into the heart
For often the most precious tokens have settled deep
As if it were cradled safely to be earnestly found when sought.
Amy Rainey 7/7/09
Glimpses of sunlight capture first smooth surfaces
Then thrown about by angled cuts of gems and glass
Prisms of color dance about as captured in a whirlwind
As to tempt it's finder to dig deeper into the heart
For often the most precious tokens have settled deep
As if it were cradled safely to be earnestly found when sought.
Amy Rainey 7/7/09
The Butterfly
Emerging from his slumber,
His wings unfold from it's blanket of protection.
His colour dries in it's own unique fashion.
The fragile lattice work binds the dusty ink
In an intricate and majestic pattern .
The etched colour reflects the sun like stained glass.
On the breathe of God his beauty in full view
His erratic and graceful flight seems to draw our focus
And landing to display his splendor of God's handiwork.
A trophy appearing as tender delicate softness
But holding the strength to travel thousands of miles
Only because his God carries him on the wind.
Amy Rainey 7/7/09
His wings unfold from it's blanket of protection.
His colour dries in it's own unique fashion.
The fragile lattice work binds the dusty ink
In an intricate and majestic pattern .
The etched colour reflects the sun like stained glass.
On the breathe of God his beauty in full view
His erratic and graceful flight seems to draw our focus
And landing to display his splendor of God's handiwork.
A trophy appearing as tender delicate softness
But holding the strength to travel thousands of miles
Only because his God carries him on the wind.
Amy Rainey 7/7/09
Growth To Faith
Like trees against the backdrop of dusk, thier silhouette display only stature and form.
Void of distinctive features to the eye but not absent to reality.
THough darkness pours in from above , drowning out the last glimmers of light.
The pure darkness only to reveal twinkling bodies as if eyes from heaven.
As the outline of branch and foliage blend in with night
Not seeing but understanding their presence still remain - Unmoving.
That moment when it seems as though night will be eternal
On the horizon as our soul yearns with an overwhelming longing
The flood of hues, first gently creeping beneath the veil
Then bursting forth of glorious light, revealing awesome wonder.
The gifts once hidden until called forth to life by it's Creator.
Amy Rainey
8/15/09
Void of distinctive features to the eye but not absent to reality.
THough darkness pours in from above , drowning out the last glimmers of light.
The pure darkness only to reveal twinkling bodies as if eyes from heaven.
As the outline of branch and foliage blend in with night
Not seeing but understanding their presence still remain - Unmoving.
That moment when it seems as though night will be eternal
On the horizon as our soul yearns with an overwhelming longing
The flood of hues, first gently creeping beneath the veil
Then bursting forth of glorious light, revealing awesome wonder.
The gifts once hidden until called forth to life by it's Creator.
Amy Rainey
8/15/09
Delighting
The deepest desires and longings of my spirit, though half-heartedly grasping at endless portals of pleasure.
Drawn from the heart as an unquenchable thirst, craving the intoxication of fullness to the soul.
Revelation brought forth through consistent unmet expectations in wordly treasures.
As true delight is found IN The Delighter, a satisfying peace not just ever-lasting
But ever-drawing to drink The Living Water and know that the Lord He is good.
"O, God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you"(Ps.63:1)
Amy Rainey 8/16/09
Drawn from the heart as an unquenchable thirst, craving the intoxication of fullness to the soul.
Revelation brought forth through consistent unmet expectations in wordly treasures.
As true delight is found IN The Delighter, a satisfying peace not just ever-lasting
But ever-drawing to drink The Living Water and know that the Lord He is good.
"O, God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you"(Ps.63:1)
Amy Rainey 8/16/09
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