How I spent my quiet time:
Oh piercing joy you never come too late,
Rip through my stomach like shards of clay.
Broken and smashed against solid ground,
Unleashed anointing oil shows the smile You've found.
Oh Lord Your iron is sharp,
It cuts through my flesh like a rippling barb.
Each cut inches closer to the Christ in me,
Affliction upon affliction, electric until screams and
Rest...
Oh piercing joy You never come too late,
Cascade through my chest like light in the day.
Cooling sensations streaming down skin,
Chills the aches and the pains, inches till dim.
Winds of love just striving to blast,
Uncovered rubble and piled up ash.
I'm half the man I used to be,
I'm my Father's half and He's set me free.
Meditations on John 15:1-11
Pruning can be rough and painful, but it's for our joy and His glory
Weston, You dont know me, but I just stumbled upon your blog and started reading. The Lord told me two days ago that he was going to prune me.. and that it would hurt real bad. I said ok. The next day I watched a video of Heidi baker speaking at a church somewhere and she spoke right out of john 15 and then tonight I read this post. Ha. Jesus is so wonderful! Anyways just wanted to encourage you that Jesus had you write that for me if no one else. Blessings
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