The Gleanings of Ruth: In Boaz field, there is food to glean for the one who will walk as Ruth and receive the unseen, into a heart that is thirsty and soberly aware. Knowing now is the time, and there is not a day to spare. Yet deep in the pages of this unwritten book, there is a light burning that bears another look. Pure in essence, and untouched by time, purposed to be established line upon line. 

 

The Heart of Light: Light a candle and look deep into its embrace, take heart, and feel it's light, warm your face. Let go of all the things that say this is the end. Make this a heart to heart and not offend. Leave the memories behind, and fill your soul with light. Look for the clues that impart what's right. Strengthen your need to dream, and therein change your mind. Knowing it's a choice to get up and take hold of being kind. Light a candle to walk this narrow path. Free the heart to be lit with love instead of yesterday's wrath.

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The Master's Call:  Uncommon is the call to one who would hear the master as He comes near. His voice moves like the wind, removing what cannot stand, and building with a passion according to the plan. Calling one to come to the threshing room floor, I know I am prepared for what is in store. As it rips away the veil of fear so that I can see, life has its refuge and hidden keys.

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The Midnight Hour: The bridegroom cometh to behold His bride His pure delight to an inner chamber where His love abides; in a holy city deep within Him; moving swiftly through each chamber of light; as His purpose is made clear. Journeying further, one begins to see the treasures of this holy place for blessed is the one to whom He draws near to seek His face! Planted firmly as His cornerstone a rose of rare beauty, a lamp of oil like none have known, the bridegroom cometh in gentleness and power wooing His bride to come to meet Him in “this midnight hour.

 

The Red Sea:  Moving along the ocean floor exploring the caravans along the way; comes a revelation within a place that is quiet and warm, a place I want to stay. Looking through the seaweed and the darkness there, venturing upward to the state of cool air...while reaching to

solve the mysteries I have not resolved before. One enters into an adventure of a curious heart, grasping the moment and pressing on through (when all seems gray and torn apart) strengthens the traveler amidst the storm; bringing with it the dawning of what it takes to become less torn.

 

The Word Is God: Behold my seed planted deep within, unknown to one yet seen of another. I am here. Use this time to find the keys to reveal my heart. Sustained by my sword, hidden as an inner well, keep this before your eyes. Allow me to cast a fresh spell upon all that you do, with one purpose to make your day new. Behold my son and then come, for I am beckoning you to draw near, to make your path clear. For I am, and upon my return, I will spring forth as the new day in those who will use the time to discern. Reviving this place of grace and a renewed strength to run this race, so come.

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There is Oil in the Lamp: There is oil in the lamp, and it’s precious to see ignited and fueled by the word of three. Lost to its brilliance as one strikes the winning match, moved by this substance one sees to whom they are attached, there is oil in the lamp. His purpose is sealed in a common clay vessel, his treasure is revealed, there is oil in the lamp. Breathless with this love, held close in his embrace, my being’s aflame, with the balance of his grace, there is oil in the lamp. 

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To Him I Belong: To be made hollow to receive his seed, to become empty and let him lead. To see the true nature and then stand strong, this I desire to him I belong. To be lit with a fire that cannot be put out, to realize it fully, and not question what it's about. To yield completely in with a heart of praise, and to live in this union the rest of my days, this I desire to be my very life's breath.

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Unclaimed Gem Stones: The path I walk is lit, and yet there is a determined commitment to make it fit. I realize I did not come to this on my own, and no one enters with a heart of stone. And, for those who fear, life has its ups and downs. But to the overcomer, love moves without a sound. My path is lit to draw me near to what is real, and therein break loves hidden seals.

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