You Are

Before the world was, You are.

Before time was set into place, You are.

Before light burst forth in glorious song, You are.

Before the swelling of the seas, You are.

Before a flower sprang forth, You are.

Before the sweet fruit trees of the garden, You are.

Before the sun, moon, and stars, You are.

Before the great whales of the deep filled the waters with tender song, You are.

Before the eagles of the sky mounted up upon the winds of life, You are.

Before the lion’s majestic roar, You are.

Before the breath of man, You are.

Before man fell, You are the Lamb slain.

Before You called Abram, You are the Lamb slain.

Before You formed Issac, You are the Lamb slain.

Before You loved Jacob, You are the Lamb slain.

Before You delivered Israel, You are the Lamb slain.

Before King David penned the most holy psalms, You are the Lamb slain.

Before the temple, You are the Lamb slain.

Before the prophets of old, You are the Lamb slain.

You are the eternal Lamb who abides in the bosom of the Father.

You came to Earth as the Lamb filled with the Father.

Behold The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.

Behold the eternal Lamb of the living God.

Behold His pieced hands and feet.

Behold He who like a Lamb was led to the slaughter

and like a sheep that remains silent before it’s shearers.

Behold He who was pierced through for our transgressions

and crushed for our iniquities.

Behold the Risen Son.

Behold the eternal Lamb Shepherd,

who rescues His sheep and brings them

back into

His heartbeat of eternal fellowship.

The Risen King my Shepherd is

Nothing I shall lack for am His

He took my shame and my sin

Love incarnate He dwells within

Bread of Life He is to eat

Communion of Christ tis so sweet

He makes me lay in pastures green

Where life’s true rest is known and seen

It’s the rest of Christ it is done

I am His, His poem, His son.

I love the morning hour,

before the dawn breaks,

and the morning star rises upon the sons of men,

when I can walk with You in the cool of the day and feel your tenderness upon my heart, even as the cool breeze gently brushes upon my face.

Oh the morning hour just before the rising of the sun when I breath your very life into my spirit and commune with You face to face in the secret place deep within my being.

Oh the morning hour when I hear Your voice amongst the peaceful stars above singing praises to the King.

Even before the cooing of the dove in the morning, my heart is silently singing in Thy presence, heart cooing of spirit that is too deep for words.

I love you Lord and I seek your face morning by morning, finding only grace, love and peace that surpasses natural understanding and causes me to fall deeper in love with You, the source of life and the well of love.

Do I?

Do I think upon? Do I ponder? Do I dwell on..whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise? Do I dwell on these things? These realities? Do I?...I know I must. I know God is tending me as a Shepherd, I know I must partake of these pure character realties of the King...I know He has given me all these qualities like a garment...I know I must clothe myself with these realties, the very garments of Yeshua...I know I must...I know I must...