<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412</id><updated>2012-01-04T10:39:44.348-08:00</updated><category term='Song of Solomon'/><category term='Scriptures'/><category term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Concerning the Lilies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-984912542131545032</id><published>2010-08-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:13:38.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And he said to them...</title><content type='html'>When the hand was held out to you, on the street&lt;br /&gt;did you reach in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;or shift your gaze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saw the child who cried&lt;br /&gt;and no one answered&lt;br /&gt;Did you lift them in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the widow sat alone &lt;br /&gt;remembering his past&lt;br /&gt;did you hear his stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or hold the hand of one in pain&lt;br /&gt;and cry with them,&lt;br /&gt;sharing their moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your only dollar&lt;br /&gt;to the man who wanted coffee..&lt;br /&gt;your dinner to your neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the steel bars &lt;br /&gt;in front of your brother&lt;br /&gt;and reach in between them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you tell a joke&lt;br /&gt;just to make them smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;so that they wouldn't be alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you do it to the least of these?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-984912542131545032?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/984912542131545032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=984912542131545032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/984912542131545032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/984912542131545032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-hand-was-held-out-to-you-on-street.html' title='And he said to them...'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-3198664444037951413</id><published>2010-05-20T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:53:44.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>This has been on my mind a lot lately. I am the kind of person who resists change. I eat just about the same breakfast every morning, eat at the same restaurants for lunch each day of the week, and can even run the same route over and over, because I like to know what to expect. I think the sameness gives me a level of comfort. Perhaps because even though other things may vary in my life, I can control some parts of it.  I like that, and the level of power it gives to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mentality can be a good thing.  It gives discipline and dependability, but can also be a crutch, one that needs to be knocked out from underneath me from time to time. There are many crutches I have used in my life that, in the end, harmed me.  Jesus came along and replaced himself for my useless crutches,  because they were holding me back from becoming closer to him.  He is still showing me where I have stashed spare crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he does this I really panic.  I grab my crutch, hold on for dear life, and kick and scream like a small child. But underneath my childish behavior is a seed that resist change, fearing I will be naked without it. If you take away what I have then what will I have?! Nothing.  I easily forget he has already replaced what I am desperately trying to hold onto with something better. It's like trying to keep wearing your glasses when you don't need them anymore. You are worse off than before, because you won't let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a religion where everything was defined, dissected, and spelled out. My life was actually quite stormy, but the belief I had in God seemed to be a steady stream, one that I could follow along without doubt and have 'God's approval'. All I had to do was listen to what the leaders taught, and follow the path they laid out. I did this faithfully, and I found it comfortable. The problem was however, is that the path I had chosen to follow was not the path Jesus was walking.  It was one that man had paved. It was full of pits, holes, wolves, and robbers. When my Lord found me on this road, I was beaten and bleeding. He bound up my wounds and took me to him. My entire life shifted, and even as my scars were healing, I was completely consumed with fear. I wanted him more than anything, but he had removed my crutches.  I was terrified.  He replaced my terror with hope.  He is still teaching me, that I no longer need them. I am not beaten and bleeding. He has completely paid for my recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking without definitions is like walking with my eyes closed. Walking by faith, not sight. He directs me through faith in his love, nudging me here and there, giving sight of heavenly things, instead of eyes of flesh. The difference is such a change that it can be overwhelming, and it's hard to let go of fear. He says if I  follow his voice I can walk in his footsteps and he will lead me.  When I try and put the flesh glasses back on, I am blind, and in a worse state than I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning to trust him, that I am not in fact naked, but beautifully clothed.  I can be a slow learner.  It's funny, when the crutch is gone, I end up wondering why I wanted it in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-3198664444037951413?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/3198664444037951413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=3198664444037951413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/3198664444037951413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/3198664444037951413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2010/05/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-1585983843872783569</id><published>2010-05-16T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:07:11.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't Know.. Part 2</title><content type='html'>I have been away from my blog for a long time now. Basically I had decided it wasn't really accomplishing much, and writing wasn't much of a talent of mine. That perhaps, it was best left to those who had been gifted as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out running today. For some reason I feel more free to talk to my Lord at this time. I will actually talk out loud to him. And when I am listening, he will answer me deep within. I heard him today, maybe because I was in a particularly lousy state, you know, the one where you have just ripped open every emotion you have and said this is what I got, where I am, now please teach me a better way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answers are usually very simple, but somehow satisfy what I need. Like bread filling the hole in my stomach, a warm satisfaction of feeling full. Anyway the conclusion of the matter was this. He told me to start writing again. Ever ask a question and not really like the answer? Yeah it's one of those for me. But I have decided to trust him, and I do not wish to tell him no. You see, I love My Lord, more than all else. He knows this about me, and he loves me too, for he gave all for me. What he asks of me, is to tell you the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you more than all else. Come to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I don't know the answers to the big questions, He has told me I don't need them for my own life, so I cannot give you the answers to yours. Except this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you, more than all else. Come to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this. I love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-1585983843872783569?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/1585983843872783569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=1585983843872783569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/1585983843872783569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/1585983843872783569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-part-2.html' title='I don&apos;t Know.. Part 2'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-2869277207303172020</id><published>2009-03-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:39:13.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>It is at the core&lt;br /&gt;when all is stripped away&lt;br /&gt;when nothing is left to look at&lt;br /&gt;except the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he place it there?&lt;br /&gt;Made it what it is?&lt;br /&gt;How is it the only thing left&lt;br /&gt;of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is naked and pure&lt;br /&gt;exposed and real&lt;br /&gt;small and yet fills &lt;br /&gt;my entire soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be&lt;br /&gt;that it is all I want to be&lt;br /&gt;and all I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never left&lt;br /&gt;was not stolen away&lt;br /&gt;replaced, destroyed, or covered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everytime a wave washes over&lt;br /&gt;it is all that is left of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-2869277207303172020?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/2869277207303172020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=2869277207303172020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/2869277207303172020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/2869277207303172020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-6190072422067756748</id><published>2009-03-09T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:57:33.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know - Part 1</title><content type='html'>A friend asked me a few days ago, why I never had more children. There was really no short answer. Especially since my friend has only known me for a couple of years. Had he known me longer, perhaps the question would never had been asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day, like most others, I went to get out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything on fire, and the pain so intense tears ripped down my cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no." I thought, "not again! I HAVE to work, I HAVE TOO!" &lt;br /&gt;"I can't, I just can't, the pain, it's too much," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked myself into a sitting position, breathing deeply to focus on anything but the throbbing. Now having psyched myself up, I think, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been worse, pull it together and just get over it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propelling my body off the bed, I try and keep my equilibrium until I straighten up. It would have worked too, had my right leg not been numb from the knee down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers were at that time, pretty basic. No very conversational, because it seemed to be of no use. So I prayed for at least one of the many medicines I took to work. I didn't beg for a cure, I had given up on that.  What was left of my faith was in a pill. I just wanted the pain to be tolerable.  The swelling to go away.  The tears to end.  I wanted what they would call a 'normal' life. Please God, just let me feel like living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of a pattern of thinking for me since I was a small child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the prayer starts with a desperate sob, urgent and begging "Please, Please, Make it stop. HELP ME!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it doesn't stop, the next prayer is just a little different isn't it? My faith... altered, more unsure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"please, please, let me not feel it, let it not hurt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next prayer even more negotiating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let it be short.". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns it to a bargaining doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this altered faith, goes on and on, patterned over and over into new circumstances, but the same questions. Is he listening? Does he love me? Why doesn't he answer!? What is real faith? If I had more, would he give me the answer? And there it goes again. Trying to bargain with God. At least it felt like something I could do. Otherwise the feeling of helplessness from lack of answers was too overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had someone tell me one time, after I had been trying to almost three years to have a baby, "As soon as you give up, really give up, it will happen." I can't tell you how stupid those words sounded. Funny how now they makes sense, and not just because I gave up, and had a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how much I think I know. The wealth of acquired knowledge swimming around in my head that I think that if other people could possess it would change their lives. What if they could see what I see, just understand! When those words are written down is sounds so very pathetic, and laughable, doesn't it?  All the real answers I still am trying to grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is embarrassing to say, "I don't know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself saying this more and more every day. I truly feel I have had more questions answered by my Father in the last three years then the previous 35 and yet I know even less then I began. Maybe because his answers have been so simple, and I wanted them to be complex. Maybe because he is still waiting for me to really give up, so that I can hear him, instead of my own answers, and then the answer will feel complete. Or maybe I will spend my life asking him more questions, as he patiently waits for me to accept the first one. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course leads to another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I loved you first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how this opens to all the other questions, and especially the next one which feels the most desperate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer to that one, I guess that leads to "I don't know" part 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-6190072422067756748?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/6190072422067756748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=6190072422067756748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6190072422067756748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6190072422067756748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-part-1.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know - Part 1'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-6284042472383485907</id><published>2008-12-12T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:07:22.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Love in Slumber</title><content type='html'>Let love not cool&lt;br /&gt;and slumber make&lt;br /&gt;with ease of familiarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for love that sleeps&lt;br /&gt;when called to rise&lt;br /&gt;makes embers vanish from the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeclared love is death&lt;br /&gt;in unspoken words&lt;br /&gt;a parched flower that can thirst no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for when the well is capped&lt;br /&gt;and the fountain dry&lt;br /&gt;it weeps a barren Love's cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a mourning dove&lt;br /&gt;bidding her mate&lt;br /&gt;that receives no reply &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let love not cool&lt;br /&gt;and slumber make&lt;br /&gt;breathing a contented sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-6284042472383485907?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/6284042472383485907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=6284042472383485907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6284042472383485907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6284042472383485907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-in-slumber.html' title='Love in Slumber'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-6298242162603614370</id><published>2008-09-21T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:02:46.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>At Night</title><content type='html'>At night&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness comes&lt;br /&gt;The shadows that run&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness reigns&lt;br /&gt;When the candles wane&lt;br /&gt;lay me safely down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams rule&lt;br /&gt;with the voice of fools&lt;br /&gt;I grab your sword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak your name&lt;br /&gt;oil the flame&lt;br /&gt;and break the chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light the fire&lt;br /&gt;speak the truth&lt;br /&gt;burn the lies&lt;br /&gt;clean the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark king &lt;br /&gt;has no crown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-6298242162603614370?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/6298242162603614370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=6298242162603614370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6298242162603614370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6298242162603614370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-night.html' title='At Night'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-7015057134231184373</id><published>2008-09-15T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:00:48.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me</title><content type='html'>Let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Let me understand&lt;br /&gt;all the words you speak&lt;br /&gt;to this little lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away my wounds&lt;br /&gt;for I tripped and fell&lt;br /&gt;I can't walk alone&lt;br /&gt;in this darkened land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;and I'll grasp your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold your arm&lt;br /&gt;For by you I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord of Light&lt;br /&gt;To you I give my life&lt;br /&gt;Make me into you&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord of Love&lt;br /&gt;To you I give my heart&lt;br /&gt;Make me into you&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to your land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord of Life&lt;br /&gt;To you I give my love&lt;br /&gt;Make me into you&lt;br /&gt;Let me understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-7015057134231184373?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/7015057134231184373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>To Shine Forth</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Who being the shining splendor of His glory, and the express image of His essence, and upholding all things by the word of His power, through Himself cleansing of our sins, He sat down on the right of the Majesty on high." Heb 1:3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking on this scripture as of late. It says so much in just a few sentences. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Who being the shining splendor of His glory". &lt;/strong&gt;The words here 'shining splendor' mean to shine forth from, or to shine out of. So in our mind we can picture Jesus shining forth from God's glory, being taken out of it and sent forth just as light shines out of the creation of the light, and goes forth into the darkness. This is stated in John:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joh 1:2 He was in the beginning with God. :3 All things came into being through Him, and without Him not even one thing came into being that has come into being. :4 In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. :5 And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overtake it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helps us understand the next statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"and the express image of His essence". &lt;/strong&gt;He is taken out of his glory and his essence, and so he is the exact copy or in this illustration, image or representation. Another reference called express image, the figure stamped. So we see God's Glory through a 'sample' of that glory or image of him, Jesus. Jesus explains this to Phillip when he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jesus said to him, Have I been with you such a long time and yet you have not known Me, Philip? He who has seen Me has seen the Father. And how do you say, Show us the Father? Joh 14:9 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next statement reveals to us even more the substance of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"and upholding all things by the word of His power".&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus is the image of God, and he is the word of God. These two things are synonymous, for both are a reflection of the source, provisions that helps us understand the creator of the image and source of the words. This is further explained in Hebrews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"By faith we understand that the ages were framed by a word of God, so that the things being seen not to have come into being out of the things that appear." Heb 11:3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is our frame of reference, or word by which to understand and see our God. We are able to view Jesus by belief and faith in him. To those who believe he is a source of power and gives life, just as light is a source of power and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In Him was life, and the life was the light of men." Joh 1:4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He who believes on the Son has everlasting life, and he who does not believe the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abides upon him." Joh 3:36 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how does this light shine on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through Himself cleansing of our sins, He sat down on the right of the Majesty on high." &lt;/strong&gt; He came and took away our darkness, our sin, leaving with us the word, and returned to the Father's right hand, having accomplished what he was sent to do. He was sent, to bring light into the world, our world. And not only bring light, but to make us a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"and persuading yourselves to be a guide of the blind, a light to those in darkness;" Rom 2:19 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For we do not preach ourselves, but Christ Jesus as Lord, and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake. :6 For it is God who said, "Out of darkness Light shall shine;" who shone in our hearts to give the brightness of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. :7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us;" 2Co 4:5 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we shine forth, and be his glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-5475279477543488915?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/5475279477543488915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=5475279477543488915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/5475279477543488915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/5475279477543488915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-shine-forth.html' title='To Shine Forth'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-1137158184223941062</id><published>2008-05-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:29:44.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Fearful and Faithless</title><content type='html'>I shall not live as a coward&lt;br /&gt;That spirit cannot reside with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For with his sword, I faced down darkness&lt;br /&gt;I have looked at demons in the eye&lt;br /&gt;I declared them liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By his arm, I withstood men of rage&lt;br /&gt;exposed their deceit&lt;br /&gt;and have not denied my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his strength, I have forgiven the unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;loved the unlovable&lt;br /&gt;and feel the unfelt&lt;br /&gt;cried out tears of sorrow for righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his light he made me shine&lt;br /&gt;created his child&lt;br /&gt;that is who I am&lt;br /&gt;May no man call me faithless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my Lord is in me&lt;br /&gt;I can face the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will do his will&lt;br /&gt;and fear will not dwell with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved is brave&lt;br /&gt;he fears not anything&lt;br /&gt;not even sorrow or pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is light&lt;br /&gt;and exposes evil&lt;br /&gt;he gave everything and was glorified&lt;br /&gt;he trusted his God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is me, and so can I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I am the daughter of God&lt;br /&gt;May no man call me coward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-1137158184223941062?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/1137158184223941062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=1137158184223941062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/1137158184223941062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/1137158184223941062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2008/05/cowards.html' title='Fearful and Faithless'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-240355868202420636</id><published>2008-05-07T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:05:58.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Window Christians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/SCJlZTzjTfI/AAAAAAAAABY/NFfFD1lwPXg/s1600-h/window+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/SCJlZTzjTfI/AAAAAAAAABY/NFfFD1lwPXg/s320/window+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197828405426605554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I visited my first Christian Bookstore. Seems kinda amazing for someone who has been a christian their entire life. The reason I have never shopped at such a store, and my impression of the store itself, will have to wait for another time. Because I would like to share with you a little incident that I witnessed and see if perhaps you are as affected as I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the store to look for a book I have been wanting. Within the first few minutes I found out that the book was out of stock. So I wandered around the store a bit and picked up a few trinkets.(Okay, okay, I have a weakness for hippie jewelry, this one said "live love"). There was only one register open, and a woman was very involved in a discussion with the young man who was working the counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I waited in line, the more irritated the woman became with the clerk. She began to berate the mild man. Complaining and yelling about everything that came to mind that she was unhappy about. The kinder the man treated her, the ruder her behavior became. I have always felt for people who work retail, because I too had worked it for four years, and understand how hard it is to have someone treat you so badly. Of course, I had people yelling at me about shoes. This was a christian, in a christian bookstore, buying a Jesus statue, out doing herself in arrogant rudeness. Acting completely in opposition to how Jesus would. The irony of the situation was astounding. But it was about to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the spectacle was over, in what was a previously very quiet store, it was my turn to checkout. I tried to lighten the mood a bit, and said to the young man, &lt;em&gt;"Do a lot of grumpy Christians shop here?"&lt;/em&gt; He had to laugh and replied, &lt;em&gt;"I would say that would be about 90 percent of our customers."&lt;/em&gt; I was amazed! &lt;em&gt;"How terrible!"&lt;/em&gt; I said. &lt;em&gt;"Yes, and most of those are Pastors like her." &lt;/em&gt;he said very matter of fact. I was stunned! I was already concerned with how this professed Christian woman treated the clerk, who may or may not be a christian, but to find out that she was the Pastor of a congregation took my breath away. I felt the need to apologise for his treatment.  &lt;em&gt;"I am sorry you were treated that way." "It's ok" &lt;/em&gt;he said, &lt;em&gt;The other 10 percent of the customers make up for the 90.". &lt;/em&gt;At that point I was really hoping I fell in with the 10 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very small event really opened my eyes. While many profess to be Christians, how do they act when not on display as one? When no one is watching do the values disappear into selfish actions? Do we say we follow Jesus, but ignore his commandment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. As I have loved you, you should also love one another. Joh 13:34 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but wonder what one of this woman's congregation would have thought of her actions, and if she would have acted differently in front of someone she was accountable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad that many professing christians forget that all our actions are on display to our Father. &lt;strong&gt;"Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in His sight, but all things are naked and opened to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do." Heb 4:13 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip service is of little value without love. Faith and love that changes us from the inside, affecting our thoughts and actions to the core, our heart. Without allowing Jesus to change our hearts, we become like what Jesus called the Pharisees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And the Lord said to him, Now you Pharisees make the outside of the cup and the platter clean, but your inward part is full of plunder and wickedness." Luk 11:39&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event made me even more aware of how I treat others. Self examination reminded me of times that I had gotten irritated, some for good reasons, others for none, and it has made me even more determined to live up to the name of whom I profess to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accordingly, as God's chosen ones, holy and loved, clothe yourselves with the tender affections of compassion, kindness, lowliness of mind, mildness, and long-suffering. Col 3:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-240355868202420636?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/240355868202420636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=240355868202420636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/240355868202420636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/240355868202420636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2008/05/window-christians.html' title='Window Christians'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/SCJlZTzjTfI/AAAAAAAAABY/NFfFD1lwPXg/s72-c/window+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-6086641088899207900</id><published>2008-03-01T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:22:27.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>Jesus the Vine</title><content type='html'>In chapter 15 of John, Jesus gives us a beautiful illustration explaining the Body of Christ, how it is rooted, grows, and produces fruitage. How it fulfils its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading Jesus illustration we can see he once again used something that his audience was very familiar with, a grapevine. Jesus choice of symbols is fascinating when we parallel it to the body of Christ. For example, The grapevine, is all one plant, connected to the rootstock, it's lifeline. It self-pollinates, producing fruitage within itself, and the nature of the vine is that twines together it branches to strengthen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am the True Vine, and My Father is the Vinedresser." Joh 15:1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is showing us that he is not only the rootstock of the vine&lt;strong&gt;(Rev.22:16), &lt;/strong&gt;but the vine itself. As we join the body by accepting his word in our hearts, we become Jesus and part of the vine. &lt;strong&gt;"But those on the good ground are the ones who, in an honest and good heart, having heard the Word, keep it and bring forth fruit with patience." Luk 8:15 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the vinedresser. The vinedresser is the one who prunes and cares for the vine, training and causing fruitage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away. And every one that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bring forth more fruit. Now you are clean through the Word which I have spoken to you. Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it remains in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in Me." Joh 15:2-4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 17:6&lt;/strong&gt; Explains that it is The Father who gives us to Jesus, for those whom he loves he gives to the Son. We abide in Jesus. As we abide in Christ, we are nourished and pruned by the discipline of God to produce more fruitage&lt;strong&gt;.(Hebr 12:7-11)&lt;/strong&gt; In fact if we are not pruned, than we are not sons of God. It is an attentive and caring vinedresser that prunes. He know that in it's early two years of growth, a new branch is not yet strong enough to produces good fruit. Through pruning the branch is strengthen for it's task, and by the third year it can produce to it's full potential. It is also in the benefit of the entire vine(body) that training and pruning occurs, as without it, the whole plant becomes a tangled unproductive mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse three also explains how we become part of the vine. &lt;strong&gt;"you are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you."&lt;/strong&gt; The word cleanses us, remaking our hearts as a reflection of Christ&lt;strong&gt;,(2Cor 4:10)&lt;/strong&gt; and giving us life within ourselves&lt;strong&gt;(John 11:25, John 6:53).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am the Vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, the same brings forth much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in Me, he is cast out as a branch and is withered. And they gather and cast them into the fire, and they are burned" Joh 15:5,6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a plant, which can only grow to a certain size, a vine can continue to grow without bounds. But the branches must stay with the rootstock and the vine itself. It cannot exits on it's own. A plant will produce seeds and then die. The seeds will each form their own plants and the cycle continues. But the vine is fed and nourished, by itself. Jesus is our vine, and the body it's branches. To have life, we have to be part of his body. Without him, we dry up, and are cast away. Jesus explains, there is no other way. &lt;strong&gt;"Jesus said to him, I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life; no one comes to the Father but by Me. " Joh 14:6 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By staying with the vine and bearing fruit, the body of Christ brings Glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you abide in Me, and My Words abide in you, you shall ask what you will, and it shall be done to you. In this My Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit, so you shall be My disciples. Joh 15:7,8 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few verses explain how the body is fed and grows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As the Father has loved Me, so I have loved you; continue in My love. If you keep My commandments, you shall abide in My love, even as I have kept My Father's commandments and abide in His love. I have spoken these things to you so that My joy might remain in you and your joy might be full. This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you." Joh 15:9-12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Jo 4:8 The one who does not love has not known God. For God is love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the expression of God's love, his Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In this the love of God was revealed in us, because God sent His only begotten Son into the world that we might live through Him." 1Jo 4:9 &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us to be part of Jesus, to live with him. We &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jesus answered and said to him, If a man loves Me, he will keep My Word. And My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our abode with him." Joh 14:23 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only must we love God and Jesus, but we must produce fruitage. Our Fruitage, and Christ commandment, is to love one another by expressing the love that Jesus has placed in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you." Joh 15:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unproductive branches are cut off, and tossed away. If the branch stops getting it's nutrients from the vine it withers up and dies&lt;strong&gt;.(1Jon 3:10-12)&lt;/strong&gt; The vine, Jesus, is expressed love. We must also express love to others creating fruitage for the vine body. The vine pollinates itself through expressed love, causing new growth and fruit. So if we do not love our Brother, we cannot love God, we cannot abide with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love the brothers. He who does not love his brother abides in death." 1Jo 3:14  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a simple, beautiful command, for Jesus explains, all is fulfilled by it being kept, including the purpose of the body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Master, which is the great commandment in the Law? Jesus said to him, You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like it, You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets." Mat 22:36-40 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-6086641088899207900?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/6086641088899207900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=6086641088899207900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6086641088899207900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6086641088899207900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2008/03/jesus-vine.html' title='Jesus the Vine'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-5757673577729840123</id><published>2008-02-09T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T05:29:42.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>The Righteous Cry</title><content type='html'>To the afflicted heart&lt;br /&gt;his ears awaken&lt;br /&gt;the suffering soul&lt;br /&gt;his eyes seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will not look away&lt;br /&gt;and not deliver&lt;br /&gt;he will not turn around &lt;br /&gt;and not save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are the pains of the righteous&lt;br /&gt;saddness swarms from all sides&lt;br /&gt;darkness seeks to bind&lt;br /&gt;and cast into the pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolves wait for the kill&lt;br /&gt;and the dragon breathes an impatient sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh Lord your hand saves!&lt;br /&gt;Your Voice is my balm&lt;br /&gt;never will you allow my heart to fail&lt;br /&gt;it searches for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise my voice, so I can sing&lt;br /&gt;lift my eyes to gaze upon your face&lt;br /&gt;grasp my hand and leads me down your path&lt;br /&gt;put your words upon my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I may praise you all my days&lt;br /&gt;and lay them upon your altar&lt;br /&gt;as a sacrifice to your goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the mirror so I may see&lt;br /&gt;how to remove the dirt from my face&lt;br /&gt;how to shine just like your Son&lt;br /&gt;and bless those whom you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I take what you give&lt;br /&gt;and pour it out&lt;br /&gt;may I possess you&lt;br /&gt;and share you with the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I recieve your love&lt;br /&gt;without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;and supply it as freely &lt;br /&gt;as you bestow it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the righteous cry&lt;br /&gt;oh my beloved&lt;br /&gt;for I lie at your feet and wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-5757673577729840123?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/5757673577729840123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=5757673577729840123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/5757673577729840123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/5757673577729840123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2008/02/righteous-cry.html' title='The Righteous Cry'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-2633285168263597308</id><published>2008-01-05T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:20:17.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>In God's Image</title><content type='html'>During some personal reading about a week ago, a friend of mine raised the question "Are angels created in the image of God?" Having never really researched the question myself I took a guess and said "yes" for a few reasons. Since leaving organized religion, I had come to understand more fully the role of angels in the ministry of the Testimony of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said to me, See, do not do it! I am your fellow servant, and of your brothers who have the testimony of Jesus. Worship God, for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy." Rev 19:10 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being our fellow servants, they worship, serve and testify to God's glory and to the Lamb. To me this seemed to show a similarity to our own purpose and nature of our worship. Also into my consideration fell the fact that they are also held accountable, just as humans, for pure worship of God. In the old testament it also seems they were in fact used to represent God's face. &lt;strong&gt;Gen. 32:25-30&lt;/strong&gt;. And although all these facts seem to be worthy of consideration. It still does not answer the purposed question. Are angels created in God's image?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First questions has to be, What is the image of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And God said, Let Us make man in Our image, after Our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the heavens, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over all the creepers creeping on the earth. &lt;br /&gt;And God created man in His image; in the image of God He created him. He created them male and female. Gen. 1:26,27 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam was clearly stated to be created in the image of God. What I found interesting was that God seems to be discussing this creation with someone else. "Let &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; make man in &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; image." So by this context we see it is no longer just God's image, but OUR image. To whom is God addressing this comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can find this answer in a couple of scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the image of the invisible God, the First-born of all creation. For all things were created in Him, the things in the heavens, and the things on the earth, the visible and the invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers, all things were created through Him and for Him. &lt;br /&gt;Col 1:14-16&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see here, that Jesus is called the image of God. He being the first-born of all creation, also was used to create all things. So when our Father was speaking in Genesis he was speaking to Jesus, his Son, whom he used to create all things. The words "let us", was a direction from God to Jesus to create man in their image. It would be "their" image because Jesus is the expressed image of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has in these last days spoken to us by His Son, whom He has appointed heir of all things, by whom also He made the worlds, who being the shining splendor of His glory, and the express image of His essence, and upholding all things by the word of His power, through Himself cleansing of our sins, He sat down on the right of the Majesty on high, &lt;br /&gt;Heb 1:2-3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In whom the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelieving ones, so that the light of the glorious gospel of Christ &lt;em&gt;(who is the image of God)&lt;/em&gt; should not dawn on them. 2Co 4:4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this understanding we can see that Adam was created in the Image of God, The image of God, being Jesus. After Adam and Eve's transgression against God, they no longer reflected his image. Therefore when they had children, they were in the image of Adam, not in the Image of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen 5:3 And Adam lived one hundred and thirty years and fathered a son in his own likeness, after his own image. And he called his name Seth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man continued to multiply according to his own image, and this led to all being enslaved to death. With Jesus coming as the second Adam, death is no longer king over Man. Jesus is now King, and with him all enemies will cease, including death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For since death is through man, the resurrection of the dead also is through a Man. &lt;br /&gt;For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ all will be made alive. But each in his own order: Christ the first-fruit, and afterward they who are Christ's at His coming; then is the end, when He delivers the kingdom to God, even the Father; when He makes to cease all rule and all authority and power. for it is right for Him to reign until He has put all the enemies under His feet. The last enemy made to cease is death. 1Co 15:21-26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man can now reflect God's image again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so it is written, "The first man, Adam, became a living soul," the last Adam was a life-giving Spirit. But not the spiritual first, but the natural; afterward the spiritual. The first man was out of earth, earthy; the second Man was the Lord from Heaven. Such the earthy man, such also the earthy ones. And such the heavenly Man, such also the heavenly ones. And according as we bore the image of the earthy man, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly Man. 1Co 15:45-49&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Jesus, we can now reflect the image of the heavenly man, in the image of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we all, with our face having been unveiled, having beheld the glory of the Lord as in a mirror, are being changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Lord Spirit. 2Co 3:18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you should put on the new man, who according to God was created in righteousness and true holiness. Eph 4:24 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful thing. We as Christians become the body of Christ, his image, in the image of our Heavenly Father. Jesus truly restored to us what was lost and gave to us light and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have noticed, I still have not addressed the original question "are Angels created in the image of God?" I will be honest, I do not know. The Bible does not tell us. To me it seems that if they share with us, being a reflection of God's image and of Jesus, they would also be included in the body of Christ, or being part of his bride. There is no biblical support for this view. I think the scripture below seems to explain to us the difference in creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are also heavenly bodies and earthly bodies. But the glory of the heavenly is truly different, and that of the earthly different; one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differs from another star in glory. 1Co 15:40,41 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Bible does not explain to us the specifics of the creation of angels we cannot assume any other creation was made in the image of God other than the first human pair and Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-2633285168263597308?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/2633285168263597308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=2633285168263597308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/2633285168263597308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/2633285168263597308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-gods-image.html' title='In God&apos;s Image'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-517266329290278034</id><published>2007-12-22T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:49:04.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>Simply Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/R22E4WYcxEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hTPsrmNNMEI/s1600-h/12-19-2007-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/R22E4WYcxEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hTPsrmNNMEI/s320/12-19-2007-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146916052770014274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having read many comments on discussion boards recently concerning Faith and knowledge, I have observed that people seem to unwittingly tie faith to knowledge. Almost a stipulation of having faith is that I have to understand and have deep knowledge of what I am to believe in, before being able to demonstrate faith. Yet, Faith is not tied to understanding, but belief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Co 8:1 But concerning the sacrifices to idols, we know that we all have knowledge. Knowledge puffs up, but love edifies. &lt;br /&gt;1Co 8:2 And if any man thinks that he knows anything, he knows nothing yet as he ought to know. &lt;br /&gt;1Co 8:3 But if any one loves God, he has been known of him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what knowledge do we really need? Knowledge of Jesus, of Our Father, knowledge of love. Through this knowledge we can have a firm foundation for our Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heb 6:18  so that by two immutable things, in which it was impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us, &lt;br /&gt;Heb 6:19  which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters into that within the veil, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people who have come into my life recently who has given me much insight on the love of God, and the pure demonstration of faith, is "Ruthanne".  What is interesting, is that she has very little knowledge and not a lot of capacity to understand. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Ruthanne"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was several months ago that I met Ms. Ruthanne. She was seated outside a convenient store in my path to work. I entered into a conversation with her while she sat next to a pay phone. She was having a stressful day and was crying. She asked if I would pray with her, so I knelt down and prayed with her for God to help her, and for His Son to grant her peace, and the removal of the darkness that was pressing in upon her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ruthanne, is what I would call a transient. She is not homeless, but lives in a rather destitute state. She is afraid to bathe, for fear of being attacked. She carries all her valuables with her, for fear of them being stolen. And many nights, sleep eludes her because voices tell her they will kill her in her sleep. she is learning disabled and a ward of the state. Although being married, her husband is not active in trying to comfort her and lift her from these fears. She had no one else in the this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being especially vulnerable because of her mental disabilities. Ruthanne has a past like you would be unable to believe. Being abused and taken advantage of by not only members of her immediate family, but also demonically controlled people who found her to be easy prey. There are no less than three people in prison for what they did to my precious friend. Society as a whole has discarded her, because they either did not care for the odd mannered women, or felt powerless to aid her in any way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my friends, whom needs to know the love of Jesus, more than her? Was not Jesus in search of such ones to heal? You see, despite her illnesses and odd behavior, and even though told to be valueless to society, she is as precious as Gold. For Ruthanne has pure faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not understand the seven congregations of Revelation. She could not explain the image of Daniel. And more than likely, could not tell you too much about the accounts in the Gospels. But she does not need this knowledge to show her faith. For she understands the simplicity of Truth. God's gave us his son to show us love. Those who love God, have belief in Jesus. And if we believe and trust in Jesus and his promises and words, our Faith will keep us safe and heal our wounds. She understands the Kingdom of God. She is pure in heart, and therefore God has shown himself to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mat 5:8 Blessed are the pure in heart! For they shall see God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showers love on all those around her, and prays every chance she gets. She understands that it is Jesus spirit that brings her peace, and it is his Holy Spirit that is giving her physical healing. She explained to me the other day that her Faith will make her well. Ruthanne doesn't know that Jesus said that, and when I explained to her, that those were the words of our Lord, she smiled in delight. How refreshing is her faith, for it is children like her, that shall inherit the kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has taught me so much. More than the meaning of a Greek word, or the explanation of a deep prophecy could ever reveal. But teaches by her displays of faith. Showing how simply wonderful is the gospel of our Lord. Knowledge, like many other things shall cease. It is fleeting and perishes. But Love endures forever. Faith in God, Faith in his Son, therefore Faith in Love, shall never cease. And these things stem from the heart, not the head. And how very powerful is that faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Co 13:2  And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Co 13:8  Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. &lt;br /&gt;1Co 13:9  For we know in part and we prophesy in part, &lt;br /&gt;1Co 13:13  So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-517266329290278034?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/517266329290278034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=517266329290278034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/517266329290278034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Love</title><content type='html'>I charge you Oh Daughters of Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;By the gazelles or by the does of the field&lt;br /&gt;do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How smooth goes down the wine for my beloved&lt;br /&gt;moving gently his sleeping lips&lt;br /&gt;like a bundle of myrrh between my breasts&lt;br /&gt;is where he lies all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His left hand is under my head&lt;br /&gt;his right hand embraces me&lt;br /&gt;I charge you, O daughters of Jersusalem&lt;br /&gt;do not awaken love until it pleases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let us go to the vineyard,&lt;br /&gt;and see if the vine has budded&lt;br /&gt;pomegrantes bloomed&lt;br /&gt;So that I can give him my love&lt;br /&gt;among our gates, with pleasant fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been awakened My Beloved&lt;br /&gt;under the apple tree&lt;br /&gt;My garden is ripe&lt;br /&gt;and the spices flow out&lt;br /&gt;as a fire of flame upon your heart&lt;br /&gt;and with love stronger than death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awake my Love&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you to say&lt;br /&gt;"Let me hear it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then daughters of Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;I shall stir and awaken love&lt;br /&gt;For it pleases&lt;br /&gt;upon the Mountains of spices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make haste my Beloved, Make haste&lt;br /&gt;like a gazelle or young stag&lt;br /&gt;from the mountain of spices."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-6144772891044887864?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/6144772891044887864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=6144772891044887864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6144772891044887864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/6144772891044887864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/11/awaken-love.html' title='Awaken Love'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-5039378044047884665</id><published>2007-10-30T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:13:22.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>What do you see Beloved&lt;br /&gt;in this lowly sun-worn girl&lt;br /&gt;for I have been forced to work&lt;br /&gt;in my brothers fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love, My sister!&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful are your feet&lt;br /&gt;in sandals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Watchman has stripped me&lt;br /&gt;of my Veil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O prince's daughter!&lt;br /&gt;Your thighs are the scuplture&lt;br /&gt;of jewels by a workman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Soul had made me &lt;br /&gt;as Chariots of my noble people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your navel is a goblet &lt;br /&gt;lacking no drink&lt;br /&gt;your waist is wheat &lt;br /&gt;set about with lillies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh beautiful one&lt;br /&gt;your stature is as pure&lt;br /&gt;and straight as the palm,&lt;br /&gt;and I will take hold&lt;br /&gt;of it's branches.&lt;br /&gt;Drink deeply my wine&lt;br /&gt;and let is go down &lt;br /&gt;smoothly,&lt;br /&gt;for your love &lt;br /&gt;is as a flame of fire&lt;br /&gt;and you beauty&lt;br /&gt;as a dove, my dove,&lt;br /&gt;and there is no other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us walk&lt;br /&gt;through the fields&lt;br /&gt;my love, my bride,&lt;br /&gt;smelling the blossoms&lt;br /&gt;and mandrakes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where you shall give me your love&lt;br /&gt;and whisper:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am my beloved's &lt;br /&gt;and his desire is toward me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-5039378044047884665?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/5039378044047884665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=5039378044047884665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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worship him. And he said to me, See, do not do it! I am your fellow servant, and of your brothers who have the testimony of Jesus. Worship God, for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy." Rev 19:10  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scripture brings up two questions for me.  One, how are angels my fellow servant, and what is this testimony of Jesus that we share.  In trying to answer these questions I came across many interesting Bible verses.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then He said to His disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray to the Lord of the harvest that He will send out laborers into His harvest." Mat 9:37,38  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are laborers in the Father's fields.  This is further discussed in &lt;strong&gt;1Co 3:4-9 " I have planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the increase. So then neither is he who plants anything, nor he who waters, but God who gives the increase. So he planting, and he watering, are one, and each one shall receive his own reward according to his own labor. For of God we are fellow-workers, a field of God, and you are a building of God."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work with one another, within the body of Christ, in the field to build up the body, and make it a beautiful temple for our Lord to dwell in.  Each member of the body contributes to it's growth and harvest, not matter what roll, small or large, that may become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question remains how are Angels our Fellow-servants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus illustration of the field of the Kingdom of God.  Angels are entrusted as reapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The enemy who sowed them is the Devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels." Mat 13:39  &lt;/strong&gt;This is further shown in Revelation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And another angel came out of the temple in Heaven, also having a sharp sickle. And another angel came out from the altar, who had authority over fire. And he spoke with a great cry to him who had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in your sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for her grapes are fully ripe. And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast it into the great winepress of the anger of God." Rev 14:17-19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only though are Angels appointed to reaping.  They also are entrusted with the care of &lt;strong&gt;"Who will inherit salvation." Heb. 1:14   &lt;/strong&gt;Does that not mean us as God's Children? Peter was spoken of as having a personal angel in Acts 12:15, who aided him in his escape from the Romans and in fufilling his ministry.  This also happened in the Old testement.  Angel were sent to aid God's servant to fufill thier duties before the Father.   &lt;strong&gt;"And the angel of Jehovah came to him the second time and touched him, and said, Arise, eat, because the journey is too great for you." 1Ki 19:7  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times Angels are given messages and information to be delivered to a prophet, or servant of God. (2 Kings 19:45)(Rev. 22:16) It may be a condemnation that is to be proclaimed to the erroring nation, or just comfort for the hearers heart only, as in &lt;strong&gt;Zec 1:13  "And Jehovah answered the angel who talked with me with good words, comfortable words."  &lt;/strong&gt;When Jesus was distressed or in need of strengthening The Father would send an angel to comfort and encourage him.  &lt;strong&gt;"And an angel appeared to Him from Heaven, strengthening Him." Luk 22:43&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How comforting to know that we are so loved that our Father uses Angels to help us down our road to Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this brings us to how Angels and ourselves give the Testimony of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Jo 5:10  Whoever believes in the Son of God has the testimony in himself. Whoever does not believe God has made him a liar, because he has not believed in the testimony that God has borne concerning his Son.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through belief in Jesus the Word of God we give testimony to Jesus and therefore declare that God is true and holy.  Jesus is also called the Spirit of Prophecy because in him are the fufillment of the promises given to those who obey him.  So when we give the Testimony of Jesus we also prophecy and declare the Glory of God.  As children of God we have this honor to spend our lives bringing the testimony of Jesus to the ears of believers.  Angels through their work also testify to Jesus, and soon will aid in bringing to fruitation the Kingdom of our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In researching the Testimony of Jesus I discovered beautiful parallels to the restoration of the Ark of the Covenant or Ark of Testimony, to it's heavenly home.  But that is a subject for another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-1995329299742070947?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/1995329299742070947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=1995329299742070947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/1995329299742070947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/1995329299742070947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-fellow-servants_26.html' title='Our Fellow Servants'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-8613714415576174578</id><published>2007-10-14T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:50:33.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Call to Her</title><content type='html'>He knew the path to be long&lt;br /&gt;The road to be dark.&lt;br /&gt;She is made as a helper&lt;br /&gt;and not meant to make&lt;br /&gt;her trip alone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alone where she can only hear her own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Alone because her Lord's home is still a distance off.&lt;br /&gt;Alone but still walking, knowing he is there at the end.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her cloths are worn through trial&lt;br /&gt;and face darkened by tribulation&lt;br /&gt;but her eyes are bright with a light&lt;br /&gt;held for her beloved.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shall he send an angel to sing her along,&lt;br /&gt;to lift her head when it falls &lt;br /&gt;hold her hand when the perils are too high&lt;br /&gt;Shall he speak in the still of silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be another one along the way,&lt;br /&gt;to stay the road with her&lt;br /&gt;Oh perhaps for awhile?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lord keep her eyes bright&lt;br /&gt;Send forth your light&lt;br /&gt;Fill the sky with sight&lt;br /&gt;Let there be no more night&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How long oh Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Beloved, whisper your words in her ear,&lt;br /&gt;call to her from your Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Remind her what she if fighting for,&lt;br /&gt;Give her a scent of home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Call to her&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away. &lt;br /&gt;SoFor lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself. &lt;br /&gt;the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, &lt;br /&gt;and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; &lt;br /&gt;the fig tree puts forth her green figs,  &lt;br /&gt;Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-8613714415576174578?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/8613714415576174578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=8613714415576174578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/8613714415576174578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/8613714415576174578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/10/call-to-her_14.html' title='Call to Her'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-4756432483725070435</id><published>2007-10-10T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:42:53.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>Faith in Love</title><content type='html'>Studying about the word love the other day I notice how intertwined faith and love are.  Many times in the scriptures they are mentioned together, as if dependant upon each other.(Eph. 6:23)  Pondering on this I wondered, why must faith and love be demonstrated together?  My answer came in 1John chapter 4 and 5.  These chapters show the essence of love.  What is it?  How do we recieve it? And then of course, how do we display it?  Really without fruits love is dead.  Just as faith. How so?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source of love is God, for he IS love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God, and everyone who loves has been born of God, and knows God. The one who does not love has not known God. For God is love. 1Jo 4:7,8  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this the love of God was revealed in us, because God sent His only begotten Son into the world that we might live through Him. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation concerning our sins. 1Jo 4:9,10  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man has ever seen God.  So how are we as humans suppose to know love?  The Father gave us Jesus, He is the demonstration of God's love for us.  The manisfestation of love that is undeserved.  The essence of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another. No one has seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwells in us, and His love is perfected in us. By this we know that we dwell in Him, and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit. 1Jo 4:11-13  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loved us first, he sent his son to show us that love.  And Jesus exibited the ultimate love.  The sacrifice of himself.  What more does a human have to show self sacrificing love?  Except to offer everything they have, their life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having faith in God's love for us, faith in our Lord Jesus, we are able to have his spirit dwell within us.  This spirit perfects our love, makes it pure and beautiful.  His spirit within us brings forth fruitage, fruitages of the spirit.  They are Love, Joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faith, mildness and self- control.  What is interesting about these fruitages of God's spirit is that none can be displayed without love. That is why it is referred to as the greatest fruitage. Truely though, we cannot recieve this spirit without displaying faith in Jesus.  For how can we produce true love without understanding what it is?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is described in 1Coritians Chapter 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if I am having [the gift of] prophecy and know all secrets and all knowledge, and if I am having all faith so as to be removing mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. 1Co 13:2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith and love must exist together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And if I dole out all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I am burned, but am not having love, I am not at all benefited.1Co 13:3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Displays of self sacrifice without love as the reason is usless.  For it is not a true reflection of our Lord without it being unselfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love waits patiently; it acts kindly. Love does not envy [or, is not jealous]; love does not boast; it does not become haughty. It does not behave disgracefully; it does not seek its own [things]; it is not provoked [or, irritated]; it does not keep a record of evil. It does not rejoice over unrighteousness, but it rejoices with the truth. It puts up with all [things], believes all, hopes [or, confidently expects] all, endures all. Love never fails. But if [there be] prophecies, they will become useless; if tongues, they will cease by themselves; if knowledge, it will become useless. 1Co 13:4-8 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love believes all things.  It has faith.  To be able to show true love we must keep it unselfish, just as our Fathers' was, just as Jesus demonstrated his to be.  We cannot show love on the basis that it must be returned. That we must see the results of our love to be able to give it to others.  Jesus tried to teach us this in many illustrations.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have heard that it was said, "You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy." But I say to you, Love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who despitefully use you and persecute you, so that you may become sons of your Father in Heaven. For He makes His sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax-collectors do the same? And if you greet your brothers only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the tax-collectors do so? Therefore be perfect, even as your Father in Heaven is perfect. Mat 5:43-48 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect love.  If we want to be perfect we MUST show love.  By doing this we show we are his children.  We reflect the qualities of  Jesus, therefore having the father within us, and exibiting his love through ourselves.  Our faith in God's love is now alive, because we provide that love to others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwells in him and he in God. And we have known and believed the love that God has in us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.  In this is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment, that as He is, so also we are in this world. There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear, because fear has torment. He who fears has not been perfected in love. We love Him because He first loved us. If anyone says, I love God, and hates his brother, he is a liar. For if he does not love his brother whom he has seen, how can he love God whom he has not seen? And we have this commandment from Him, that he who loves God should love his brother also. 1John 4:15-21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have boldness on the day of Judgement because we have Faith in God's love, we have faith in Jesus.  Perfect love is without fear.  Fear is a lack of faith, and shows a weakening of love.  Sometimes I feel people hold back their love, out of fear they may be hurt, or that it will not be returned.  This is not perfect love.  Perfect love is not dependant on it being returned, on seeing, because perfect love is based on the unseen, Faith.  It must be given without condition.  If we have love returned, it is a gift from God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith in love, is based on what we cannot see, but know to exist.  God is love.  We cannot see him, but have faith in his son, whom he gave to us to show us his love.  Through our faith in Jesus we also are able to have that love within us, and give it to others just as our Lord poured it out for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-4756432483725070435?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/4756432483725070435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=4756432483725070435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/4756432483725070435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/4756432483725070435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/10/faith-in-love.html' title='Faith in Love'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-3330727613206697010</id><published>2007-10-01T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:30:35.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>Harvesting one at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"But seeing the crowds, He was moved with compassion on them, because they were tired and scattered like sheep having no shepherd. Then He said to His disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray to the Lord of the harvest that He will send out laborers into His harvest."  Matt 9:36-38&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about how fields were harvested in Bible times the other day, and realized how thorough the fields were reaped. First the harvest was accomplished by means of a hand sickle.  A meticulous means of insuring that scarcely a stalk of grain is missed.  The reaper cuts the grain and gently lays it down and moves forward.  Then others would gather and bind the handful into larger bundles.  Behind them were the gleaners,usually women. It was their job to pick up any stems or heads of the precious grain that may have eluded the workers before them who needed to work rapidly to complete the harvest.  In this way, not a head of grain would be missed.  It reminds me of the following scripture.  &lt;strong&gt;"The doorkeeper opens to him, and the sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out." Joh 10:3  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirst said he will not loose even one of his sheep. &lt;strong&gt;"While I was with them in the world, I kept them in Your name. "Those that You have given Me I have kept, and none of them is lost",.. Joh 17:12&lt;/strong&gt;  As workers in his field we can understand how important it is to be a gleaner.  How so?  Because as we see in John 10:3, Jesus calls his sheep by name.  Or we could look at it as, one at a time.  Though there are those who would be given the "gift of evangelism" experiencing events similar to the book of Acts.  I feel we are given a more individual Gospel.  If Jesus allows, for us to help harvest one soul at a time.  Taking care in our Lords harvest, to not miss even one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people feel that their work in the Lord, has to be done on a large scale.  Reaching as many lives as possible, affecting large groups at once.  They base the sucess of their work by numbers, and sadly some even by financial gain.  Is this how Jesus feels? &lt;strong&gt; "What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them strays, does he not leave the ninety and nine and go into the mountains and seek the straying one?" Mat 18:12  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy would my Lord be, if even I found just one, head of grain that was missed, one sheep that was lost.  For the angels rejoice at just one sinner that repents.  Yes one, just one, and we can bring joy to Jesus heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"By this we have known the love of God, because He laid down His life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers." (1Jo 3:16)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-3330727613206697010?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/3330727613206697010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=3330727613206697010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/3330727613206697010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/3330727613206697010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/10/harvesting-one-at-time.html' title='Harvesting one at a time'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-3582709134178859818</id><published>2007-09-27T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:18:36.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>The Beloved</title><content type='html'>You are pleasant, oh my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Your shade is my delight&lt;br /&gt;and your fruit sweet to my taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the shadow of your wings&lt;br /&gt;against your strong chest I lean&lt;br /&gt;listening contently to your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me beloved&lt;br /&gt;call my heart home&lt;br /&gt;with your voice&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time of singing has come&lt;br /&gt;and the song of my dove is here&lt;br /&gt;The rain has ended&lt;br /&gt;and my garden is ripe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day will break &lt;br /&gt;and my heart leap&lt;br /&gt;for upon the mountain&lt;br /&gt;he will stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will grasp his words to my heart&lt;br /&gt;and become a mountain of myrrh&lt;br /&gt;drip honeycomb from my lips&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in his garments of spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wine goes down smoothly, oh beloved&lt;br /&gt;blowing wind through my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me hear your song, my dove, I am held captive by your eyes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am my beloved's&lt;br /&gt;and my beloved is mine"&lt;br /&gt;"Make haste my love, my Lord, make haste."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-3582709134178859818?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/3582709134178859818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=3582709134178859818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/3582709134178859818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/3582709134178859818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/09/beloved.html' title='The Beloved'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-2071527233483516318</id><published>2007-09-10T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T05:57:11.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Her Lord's Hand</title><content type='html'>Her beloved says:&lt;br /&gt;"Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;step into heaven's light.&lt;br /&gt;Sword in my hand&lt;br /&gt;we will walk together&lt;br /&gt;cutting through the darkness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"recall the truth that I have spoken&lt;br /&gt;There is no fear in love. &lt;br /&gt;Our perfect love casts fear outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His light reflects off her sword&lt;br /&gt;as she steps into the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;In the left hand she raises her weapon&lt;br /&gt;and in the right she grasps her Beloved's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands smell of myrrh and cedar pines&lt;br /&gt;and his head is covered with fresh dew&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are of doves by water&lt;br /&gt;bathed in white light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His presense gives her courage&lt;br /&gt;His love gives her power&lt;br /&gt;His sword, strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words spoken in truth &lt;br /&gt;guide her along the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His authority at her touch&lt;br /&gt;she slashes her sword &lt;br /&gt;at his request&lt;br /&gt;breaking the chains&lt;br /&gt;of the disgusting things&lt;br /&gt;healing the wounds of vultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear his voice &lt;br /&gt;daughter of Zion?&lt;br /&gt;The call of the dove?&lt;br /&gt;He is in front of you&lt;br /&gt;and beside you&lt;br /&gt;all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear not the darkness my sister, my spouse&lt;br /&gt;you are a child of light&lt;br /&gt;and your soul belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;You will never be alone beloved,&lt;br /&gt;for your heart is in me &lt;br /&gt;and mine in you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-2071527233483516318?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/2071527233483516318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=2071527233483516318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/2071527233483516318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/2071527233483516318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/09/her-lords-hand.html' title='Her Lord&apos;s Hand'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-5874338453089051966</id><published>2007-09-06T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T07:18:29.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>I Sleep but my Heart is Awake</title><content type='html'>I sleep but my heart is awake&lt;br /&gt;to the voice of my beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen for his knock&lt;br /&gt;as he calls&lt;br /&gt;"Open for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Daughter&lt;br /&gt;your heart yearns for him&lt;br /&gt;open your door&lt;br /&gt;and spring forth your well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fear the darkness&lt;br /&gt;for he is your lamp&lt;br /&gt;do not fear the pain&lt;br /&gt;for he will lift you above it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the watchmen of your city&lt;br /&gt;will beat you instead of care for you&lt;br /&gt;they will strip you of your veil&lt;br /&gt;and wound you.&lt;br /&gt;They despised the treasure given them&lt;br /&gt;they spit upon his Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear her cry my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;"If you find my beloved&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I am lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;Come for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will bring her from this wilderness&lt;br /&gt;for she leans upon his chest&lt;br /&gt;a seal set upon her heart&lt;br /&gt;upon her arm&lt;br /&gt;For love is as strong as death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can no longer be harmed&lt;br /&gt;for he awoke her beneath the apple tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where her mother brought her forth&lt;br /&gt;She dwells in his garden&lt;br /&gt;and eats his fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Oh Daughter of Zion&lt;br /&gt;Sing him your song&lt;br /&gt;call to him to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make Haste my beloved&lt;br /&gt;for upon your wings I wait&lt;br /&gt;Come take me home &lt;br /&gt;Where together we will stand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-5874338453089051966?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/5874338453089051966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=5874338453089051966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/5874338453089051966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/5874338453089051966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-sleep-but-my-heart-is-awake.html' title='I Sleep but my Heart is Awake'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-419352511250926008</id><published>2007-09-03T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:03:33.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>Matt. 21:44</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mat 21:44  And he who falls on this Stone shall be broken, but on whomever it shall fall, it will grind him to powder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditating on this scripture the other day, I found myself seeing this verse in a whole new light.  I just love it when that happens.  When you have been reading an account over and over your whole life and then just like the scales being lifted off our eyes so we can see, the Spirit teaches us even more about our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the verse.. "He who falls on this Stone shall be broken, is in contrast to "Whomever it shall fall, it will grind him to powder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to fall upon the stone and be broken.  For it shows our willingness to be comformed into Jesus.  Our fleshly hearts are broken, and we are recreated into a reflection of the stone we have fallen upon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psa 51:17  The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our spirit must confess Jesus.  By falling upon that stone, we subject ourselves to him, "Here I am send me".. and also echo the words of our Lord.  "Not my will, but yours."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pro 3:12  for whom Jehovah loves He corrects, even as a father corrects the son in whom he delights. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Pe 5:10  But the God of all grace, He calling us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a little, He will perfect, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we fall upon Jesus, we are broken and made pliable, soft and workable, so that we can by trial be make perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But notice what happens to those who do not fall upon the stone.  The stone falls on them, and they are crushed and pulverised.  Having the stone fall upon us, is a judgment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan 2:44  And in the days of these kings, the God of Heaven shall set up a kingdom which shall never be destroyed. And the kingdom shall not be left to other peoples, but it shall crush and destroy all these kingdoms, and it shall stand forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we show a lack of subjection, or appreciation.  If we do not build ourselves up upon the cornerstone, conforming to his foundation, than we will be rejected and fall into judgment for lack of faith. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heb 10:30  For we know Him who has said, "Vengeance belongs to Me, I will repay, says the Lord." And again, "The Lord shall judge His people." &lt;br /&gt;Heb 10:31  It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mat 21:42  Jesus said to them, Did you never read in the Scriptures, "The stone which the builders rejected, this One has become the head of the corner; this is the Lord's doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we reject the stone, and want to build upon our own fleshly foundation?  Or do we throw ourselves on the chief cornerstone to become part of his wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-419352511250926008?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/419352511250926008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=419352511250926008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/419352511250926008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/419352511250926008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/09/matt-2144.html' title='Matt. 21:44'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-6450514748715050391</id><published>2007-08-30T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:43:26.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>All of you who were baptized into Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, here is water, what hinders me from being baptized? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philip said, If you believe with all your heart, it is lawful. And he answered and said, I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God. - Acts 8:37&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, Aug. 26th 2007, is now one of the happiest memories of my life. Let me explain why. Sunday, I got baptized in the Name of Jesus Christ. As I went under the water, the following scripture came to mind.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or do YOU not know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? Therefore we were buried with him through our baptism into his death, in order that, just as Christ was raised up from the dead through the glory of the Father, we also should likewise walk in a newness of life. - Romans 6:3,4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the above scripture that prodded me to want to be rebaptized. You see, I had been baptized before. I grew up as one of Jehovah's Witnesses. And at the age of 13 I wanted to be baptized. I understood at that time, that is was a dedication to God, and that I promised to serve him the rest of my life. That I was repentant of sins, and promised to try and sin no more. Now at 13 I was told that I was too young to be baptized, and there was a process of steps I had to take to "qualify" to be baptized. So I waited. Then at 16 I finally had "passed" their tests of knowledge, and was allowed to be baptized. I really did not fully understand the symbolism of being baptized, and I definately did not understand what being Baptized into Christ meant. At that time Jesus was not someone I understood or appreciated fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got baptized in front of friends and Family and a crowd of about 600. It was in a cold metal horse trough that I had to sit down in first and then be submerged by lying down. The man who baptized me was very cold, old and distant in the way he baptized me, assembly line like. I am glad it meant alot to me at the time, because it surely did not affect him, even though he had known me since I was a child, not even a smile passed his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHY get baptized again? Well alot has happened since then. First I am no longer a part of the Jehovah's Witness organization. They "expelled" me for taking my stand with Jesus instead of them. And although in my heart I knew I loved God when I was orginally baptized in that religion, That is what it was, being baptized into a religion. Still I didn't necessarily feel compelled to be rebaptized. Mainly because I had been baptized once and had since recieved a spirit baptism, that completely changed my life. I felt that since I had recieve my spirit baptism that was all I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still though in my heart I wanted to do it right. And what was right you may ask? Romans 6. Understanding that I was being baptized into his death. And being raised up into life. A newness, a promise to my Lord that I want to be baptized into death, just as he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Jesus said to them: "YOU do not know what YOU are asking for. Are YOU able to drink the cup which I am drinking, or to be baptized with the baptism with which I am being baptized?" - Mark 10:38&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be baptized, fully understanding what it meant to be baptized in the name of Jesus. I wanted it to be all about my love and belief in him.  I got my wish. This past weekend, my husband and I and friends, whom are now dearest family to me, went and found a secluded spot in a creek. It was in the middle of beautiful woods and the afternoon sun shined through the trees. The water was cold and invigorating, as minnows brushed against my legs. And I couldn't help thinking. "Now this is more like it!" No horse tank this time! I could almost see Jesus standing on the banks, smiling and saying, 'This time it will be right, for you are with me now, and here in the midst of my Father's creation." And so it was, perfect. We were all so happy, so at peace, and full of love. And this time, it wasn't a cold, uninterested man baptizing me, but the best of friend. After we had all been baptized, I walked back on the bank. I glanced down to see a white pebble. I had to smile for I love the following scripture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna, &lt;em&gt;and will give him a white stone,&lt;/em&gt; and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it. - Rev 2:17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bending down to pick up my white pebble I noticed there were others right near it, actually one for each of us whom had undergone baptism that day. Gathering up the pebbles, I prayed thanks to the Father and my Lord, for such blessings... and my heart filled with song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/RtdzMW_nG5I/AAAAAAAAABI/mQJsP3uNTyg/s1600-h/kentucky+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104675358815755154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/RtdzMW_nG5I/AAAAAAAAABI/mQJsP3uNTyg/s320/kentucky+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/RtdzCG_nG4I/AAAAAAAAABA/y9LGMTp3g_4/s1600-h/kentucky+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104675182722096002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_morWL5F1XlA/RtdzCG_nG4I/AAAAAAAAABA/y9LGMTp3g_4/s320/kentucky+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-8721037901957424717</id><published>2007-08-03T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:33:34.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>a woman of Virture</title><content type='html'>Who shall be a lily among thorns&lt;br /&gt;but the daughter of virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She works good and not evil all her days&lt;br /&gt;her mouth she opens in wisdom of the Gospel of her Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Works willingly with her hands to cloth her sheep&lt;br /&gt;Laboring to bring food from afar&lt;br /&gt;shepherding the lambs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She aquires a field and plants a vinyard&lt;br /&gt;she is strenthen by her Beloved sword&lt;br /&gt;girded with his power&lt;br /&gt;to cultivate her fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand is outstretched to the poor and needy&lt;br /&gt;binding the wounds&lt;br /&gt;applying salve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lamp does not go out&lt;br /&gt;her oil she replenishes&lt;br /&gt;drawing her children to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is clothed in strength and honor&lt;br /&gt;in wisdom she speaks her Lords words&lt;br /&gt;for he is the honor of the gate&lt;br /&gt;and she praises his very name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her children will praise her, her beloved bless her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women, and yet not weak&lt;br /&gt;she carries a sword&lt;br /&gt;to cut through darkness&lt;br /&gt;to shine forth his light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will stop her?&lt;br /&gt;He has empowered her with his spirit&lt;br /&gt;Her ministry to complete&lt;br /&gt;Is he ashamed of her?&lt;br /&gt;No, for she is his helper&lt;br /&gt;to carry out his will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he strengtens her hand&lt;br /&gt;and imparts power to her call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen in much faith&lt;br /&gt;may the bride be strong&lt;br /&gt;a women, powerful in his name&lt;br /&gt;inciting praise for her beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinky toe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-8721037901957424717?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/8721037901957424717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=8721037901957424717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/8721037901957424717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/8721037901957424717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/08/women-of-virture.html' title='a woman of Virture'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-2385587538727252295</id><published>2007-08-02T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:33:43.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><title type='text'>Coals of Fire</title><content type='html'>Looking a Romans chapter twelve I found the following verses of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I looked closer at this scripture, I always felt that it was saying that by doing nice things to your enemies, that it would heap coals on their head.  As in the sense of it bothering (torturing) them by our good treatment of them,  in essence, getting back at them through being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course it has a deeper meaning I have missed all along. That our purpose in heaping coals on their heads is in hope of saving them, not condemning them,  through fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rom 12:17 Repay no one evil for evil. Provide things honest in the sight of all men.&lt;br /&gt;Rom 12:18 If it is possible, as far as is in you, being in peace with all men.&lt;br /&gt;Rom 12:19 not avenging yourselves, beloved, but giving place to wrath; for it is written, "Vengeance is Mine, I will repay, says the Lord."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom 12:20 Therefore if your enemy hungers, feed him. If he thirsts, give him drink. For in so doing you shall heap coals of fire on his head.&lt;br /&gt;Rom 12:21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feed and give water to our enemies. That food and water is Jesus, and the good works of the fruitage of the Holy Spirit. By doing this we preach the gospel of Jesus. Jesus not only baptizes in Spirit, but also with fire. By heaping coals upon their heads we are in hope of them being cleansed by fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Co 3:15 If anyone's work shall be burned up, he shall suffer loss. But he shall be saved, yet so as by fire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our hopes is that they will be saved by fire. And the more we reflect Jesus in how we treat them, not returning evil for evil, and being peacable, the more coals we heap upon their heads in hopes of the good overcoming the evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-2385587538727252295?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/2385587538727252295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=2385587538727252295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/2385587538727252295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/2385587538727252295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/08/coals-of-fire.html' title='Coals of Fire'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-3597017494442548578</id><published>2007-07-30T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:32:51.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of Solomon'/><title type='text'>Song of Solomon chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Thought I would put up a few more things I found interesting in Chapter 2 of Song of Solomon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so many beautiful paralells to be seen in this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shulamite:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 2:1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose of Sharon here is not the one we are familiar with that stems from China. In Bible times it is more than likely referring to a flower from a Bulb.. such as a lily or a crocus. I personally like the image of it being a lily since that is a persistant theme throughout the Song of Solomon. The fact that it was a bulb too, makes it even more beautiful. Just think. Everything that is needed to have such a beautiful flower, is already contained in the bulb. All it has to do is have some sun and water.. and you have a georgoes bloom. So too, is the shulamite.. or the bride of Christ. Holy Spirit is placed within the shells or "outergarments" of our flesh. That bulb, that is placed within us blossums and grows into a replica of Jesus,.. to create the beautiful flower his bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beloved:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 2:2 As a lily among brambles, so is my love among the young women. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contrast is taken even further by Jesus. A lily, clothed in beauty, in contrast to thorns and brambles. Most images of thorns and brambles in the Bible is not used in any flattering manner. In Bible times the Bramble was used for fuel.. something to be burnt up and consumed... or used as a hedge. So here we have Jesus Bride a lily lovely, fair, and beautiful. Unlike the other daughters, who are prickly and undesirable because they do not relfect the "bulb" Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shulamite:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 2:3 As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste,Now the Bride says to her Lord how refreshing he is for her. He is as an apple tree among just ordinary trees. He restores and protects her, and place of conceilment for her. His shade delights her and fills her with admiration and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit (food and love) he provides not only nourishs her, but endulges her taste buds, bringing her much pleasure.The apple mentioned here, more than likely refers to an apricot instead of the small bitter apples of Bible times. Puts forth a nice image doesn't it, the bride enjoying the eating of a soft, delightful apricot!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that she calls him an apple tree can show that he is her focus or "apple of her eye".. that tiny reflection of an image we see in someone's eye. Yet he is not just the apple but the whole tree. The bride is consumed by Christ. Not just because he blesses her with so much fruit (love and assurance) but because of the strength of his branches, the refreshement of his shade. He gives her EVERYTHING she needs.. and she is overflowing from within in the abundence of his love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-3597017494442548578?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/3597017494442548578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=3597017494442548578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/3597017494442548578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/3597017494442548578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/07/song-of-solomon-chapter-2.html' title='Song of Solomon chapter 2'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-8714124575468146985</id><published>2007-07-30T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:09:14.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of Solomon'/><title type='text'>Song of Solomon</title><content type='html'>I have been reading the Song of Solomon. And would like to share with you some of the things the Holy Spirit and companions, has helped me learn.The Song of Solomon is a love song between Jesus and his Bride. It is his secret message to her and her to him. It was put there for the Bride to understand the relationship that she will have with her Groom. That being said I thought I would go through the first chapter. But First throw out everything you have been taught about the book, and look at it with fresh eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's. Son 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.Son 1:3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the Beloved pictures the King Jesus. His love comes in the form of wine, or his blood. In verse three the ointment that is poured out is His name.. or the taking of his name,.. by his bride.. her inheritance. She follows her master to the same end, or death... to her reuniteing with her beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. Son 1:5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is taken as a firstfruit from the daughters of Jerusalem. He is taken into the Beloved's chamber,.. behind the curtain of Solomon. The dividing wall of Hostility is removed and she is finally able to be joined to her beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is of dark skin because she has been misused by her brothers. They do not appreciate her beauty and have worked her in their vinyards instead of her own vinyard (garden).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(to her Beloved)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is searching for her love. She wants to go his tent and reside with him.(the Beloved) (Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus tell the bride to "sit and Wait'.. to be patient. To feed my little sheep... until I come for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. Son 1:10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is adorned with beauty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(the Daughters of Jerusalem) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(the Brides friends and companions.. perhaps the other part of the Body of Christ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Body decorates the Bride with adorments in preparation for her uniting with the Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shulamite(the Bride)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King, Jesus is on his throne.. The Bride's scent (genuine Nard) is an annointing oil.. Part of the spices used to prepare the body of Christ before his burial. So The bride is aromatic to the Groom for she sends for her scent to Jesus, and he know that she is his.. (part of the body).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:13 A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.Myrrh, is also used in anointing oil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He(Jesus) will lie on her Breasts.. they will be united in love, and togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Camphire is Henna Blooms) The Henna Blooms are white.. The fruit is red. So we can see the connection to the blood and body(white robes) of Christ. Also the vineyards of En Gedi. The ancient name for En Gedi is the "pruneing of the Palms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is very interesting things about this place. It was an oasis in a dessert, west of the Dead sea. It had "fresh water" spring bubbling forth from a rock cliff. So Jesus is the Rock that springs forth 'living water" an oasis. Also the Palm tree branches are very prominate in the entry of Jesus into Jerusalem and as images in New Jeruselam. (the Temple of Solomon). It is also of note that it is called the "vineyards" of Engedi. So the wine(blood) is the living water.. The holy spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dove has a prominant image here. The Holy Spirit is expressed as a dove. Also the Dove came down at Jesus annointing. So the Fact the Beloved has Dove eyes is very fitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son 1:16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.Son 1:17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.The Bed is green. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of the brides Mother ( the earth). So they lay (or unite) on a bed of green. Also. The beams of their house is cedar ( of Lebanon). It was used prominately in the building of the Temple. Also used in the Building the "couch" of solomon. Which later in the book carries the "beloved".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, friends.. This is what I got from the first chapter.. I have been eager to share this with all of you. I hope that the beauty of our Fathers word brings you as much Joy has it has to me. Please share with me your thoughts and comments.My love to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-8714124575468146985?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/8714124575468146985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=8714124575468146985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/8714124575468146985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856403526214510412/posts/default/8714124575468146985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/2007/07/song-of-solomon.html' title='Song of Solomon'/><author><name>LeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638562191798748420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-9015534603708067798</id><published>2007-07-30T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T04:01:04.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>Make my robe white&lt;br /&gt;use your Rod of Shepherding&lt;br /&gt;pull my heart in the right way&lt;br /&gt;along the path you prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fear reproof&lt;br /&gt;do not fear exposing the dark&lt;br /&gt;the light is more powerful&lt;br /&gt;overcoming all hidden things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejoice in your purification&lt;br /&gt;rejoice in your cleansing&lt;br /&gt;grasp hold of the son&lt;br /&gt;and implant him&lt;br /&gt;in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until what is complete comes&lt;br /&gt;until the call is sounded&lt;br /&gt;be with us always&lt;br /&gt;be with us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will not leave or forsake you&lt;br /&gt;you have been chosen&lt;br /&gt;before the founding of the world&lt;br /&gt;to declare glad tidings&lt;br /&gt;to the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;br /&gt;pinky toe&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In much faith, to all the Holy ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-9015534603708067798?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/9015534603708067798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>The death of Fear</title><content type='html'>In Christ we live&lt;br /&gt;In death we gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our citizenship is from above&lt;br /&gt;and in a twinkling we will be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be anxious over nothing&lt;br /&gt;for his love throws fear outside&lt;br /&gt;and the Darkness will not exist&lt;br /&gt;with the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not the love you feel&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it's beauty&lt;br /&gt;swim in it's tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see his Kingdom all around&lt;br /&gt;touch his hand&lt;br /&gt;observe his works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be in awe of all his good will&lt;br /&gt;and build the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are laid at the foot of the path&lt;br /&gt;to close the gap&lt;br /&gt;to open the fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father strengten us for the task&lt;br /&gt;fill us with boldness and Spirit&lt;br /&gt;let our mouths speak to your praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is comfort in Christ&lt;br /&gt;fellowship and mercy in the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Love was all&lt;br /&gt;is all&lt;br /&gt;will be all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father surpass our ability to love&lt;br /&gt;give us more of you&lt;br /&gt;fill our hearts with fullness&lt;br /&gt;until we can no longer comprehend the feeling&lt;br /&gt;and just float in spirit with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;br /&gt;in love to all his children&lt;br /&gt;be strong and do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;he has known us a very long time&lt;br /&gt;and will not let us be snatched out of his hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-6319728192441578204?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/6319728192441578204/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-317939412134486694</id><published>2007-07-30T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T03:58:05.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Signet Ring</title><content type='html'>Soften my heart&lt;br /&gt;melt it down&lt;br /&gt;build it up into your Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impress your seal&lt;br /&gt;upon me now&lt;br /&gt;and let my heart&lt;br /&gt;reflect your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the Word&lt;br /&gt;between my eyes&lt;br /&gt;let me see this world&lt;br /&gt;through your sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cast down the Devil&lt;br /&gt;in my Soul&lt;br /&gt;for I have been lead out of captivity&lt;br /&gt;into your glorious arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day&lt;br /&gt;When the hazy outline is gone&lt;br /&gt;carry me upon your wings&lt;br /&gt;and let me soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour upon me your spirit&lt;br /&gt;With gifts and wonders&lt;br /&gt;testify to me&lt;br /&gt;I am your child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;and you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved, Take us!&lt;br /&gt;behind the curtain&lt;br /&gt;perfect us&lt;br /&gt;complete us&lt;br /&gt;recieve us home to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray in much faith&lt;br /&gt;to our God, through his savior&lt;br /&gt;for we ask in his name&lt;br /&gt;and we wait to recieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinky Toe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-317939412134486694?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/317939412134486694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856403526214510412.post-2129549629272296706</id><published>2007-07-30T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T03:56:10.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Zion's Song</title><content type='html'>Daughter of Zion&lt;br /&gt;my Beloved&lt;br /&gt;hear my call&lt;br /&gt;open the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon the mountians&lt;br /&gt;take your abode&lt;br /&gt;let nations stream&lt;br /&gt;to your home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not awaken love&lt;br /&gt;before it's time&lt;br /&gt;Do not stir love&lt;br /&gt;until the call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound the trumpets&lt;br /&gt;my brothers!&lt;br /&gt;Declare his will&lt;br /&gt;Awaken the Bride&lt;br /&gt;recieve her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her path is narrow&lt;br /&gt;and perils are by the sides&lt;br /&gt;but her Lord grasps her hand&lt;br /&gt;and leads the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jah all you people&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jah you heavens and earth&lt;br /&gt;Holy Holy Holy is the Father and the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Good and great are all their ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are love&lt;br /&gt;we live in love&lt;br /&gt;and reflect their love&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;The covenant&lt;br /&gt;our seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer in much Faith&lt;br /&gt;Pinky Toe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856403526214510412-2129549629272296706?l=dovecliff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovecliff.blogspot.com/feeds/2129549629272296706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8856403526214510412&amp;postID=2129549629272296706' title='0 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