She’s a War Angel, of a Heaven one must-have; shhlisten. Yahweh breathes;
if Music can give me new eyes and lips, if it can flood death with Dawn, this is it.
Here Yahweh Himself touches me; if a Song can string every tear into a harp, strumming silences with peace, speechless Peace…this is it…
with Peace that stokes Understanding. Without borders, without apology, working me into new Shape,
here where Chords are that Threefold (Triune)* Strand that none can defy, destroy, compete
*(Father Compassion. The Christ of Redeeming Sacrifice Cross, the Comfort of Holy Grace);
this Music is The Potter’s wheel, whirring my core into form I stop fighting moooovvved by His Fingers,
Whose Touch alone is new-birth: this new Single (Holy & Majesty) makes me re-mould, with new Breath, like lyrics I must learn,
each decibel, a healing Spin higher, deeper, wider, steep with Sacred Love
Sacred Love wheeling in Grace, oh Grace upon Grace.
This, the Music of warrior Angels of a heaven one must dare go surrender at,
to please allow humanness to transform with the Power that raised Jesus from the dead. It shuts up hell.
Out of the mouth of Babes, even my own daughter, a Newnessity! A mother can find her own heart strings, tugged all over again, by the Love of Christ…
im listening on repeat. Gratitude, my God, for the work you do in me/ us
🕊🌿🎶🌷🥀…
still startled by the Presence of God, I hear/ see in this song: His Fingers strumming my heart… inviting me into a whole new Day..
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(for those wondering if this posture is tantric chant, uh. We are comfy in the floor, sorry maybe its our bones. We ground. Not touting any One but Christ of the Cross: His arms and feet taking our diversity, in one act of Redemption).
thankyou FMF Writers for every Prompt.
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