He marked my hands, pouring out His love to reach your heart. Soul. Mind. Body. Mark our love with deepening Heaven. Fierce. Calm. Strong. Regal. Passion flows from the hands of God. The hands that held the universe before we came to exist in the grandeur of His creation. Now we do exis
Mouth open. Head tilted back. Potent liquid. He drinks the cup. Toxic fermentation of sins past, present and future burn the inside of his throat and esophagus as lethal fluid unleashes. The alchemy infects His body like a poison. Eyes blaze. He slams the cup. Says “it is finished.” After Jesus drinks the wrath of God.
Jesus is an early riser. Dawning the day with His glorious face before the sun ever kisses the face of the earth. It tastes its first kiss from the Son of the Most High God.
Enshrine it. Glorify it. The love of Jesus spilled out from sliced veins with heart beating. It beats for you. His. The heart that ruptured to give you infinite commitment…
enflame your eyes enflame your heart let him see the work of art inside your spark
Pick me up and carry me away, like the River Seine cascades into the lights of Paris glimmering in the moonlight. It’s reciting love notes over us… The starry hosts who love to behold a romance unfurling like a ballerina twirling. Captivate me.
His feet move powerfully marking footprints in the sand where the shore glides up to the imprint. Its water dances softly into the sea leaving the marking. The holy marking. The sacred marking. Jesus’ feet.
Jesus is moving closer… and closer… The city is bustling faster… and faster… He isn’t stopping His stallion nor halting the pattern of His footprints imprinting in the sand. The movement of the Spirit hailing the dawning of the Lord’s day is swiftly propelling forward. When Jesus comes into town, He gets to work.
Thunder roared when the sky soared higher and higher into the galaxies converging. Lightning sparkled… in the showcase of a starry night unfurling like ribbons of silk in the waters beneath.
Close your eyes. Remember how he looks at you. He's got lashes on his heart, fluttering freely. Batting wildly. Full and luscious. Dark and lavish. Like the ones he made to frame the ocular lens. God's eyes gaze intimate. His heart connects at the instant He draws you in close to Him.