Your Well

your well is deep
a gift from the
Sovereign hand of God.
Your well is full
to rejoice the hearts
of many.
When your door is
shut the water fills
every point of your land to bitterness.
But when your door is open
it floods many, and sweetens
the smile of your heart
and many.
Your well is deep
is it there for you to keep?
Is it not His gift to you to replenish
the souls of those without?
To fill their hearts with joy
and sweeten their smile?
Keep the door open wide and
hold not deep inside.
For God's door is open wide
and sweetens the hearts of many.

Come and Die

come and die
come and cry
come and let your
heart be filled
to overflowing
of God's unmeasurable
love for you.
come hear his
voice bidding you
to his precious bleeding side
all the sin forgiven
and forgotten.
but come to taste
and see how good
He is.

Beyond the face

I travel beyond your face
to look behind the corner
of your smile, your eyes,
your face.
Around that corner is another place
where another world
unfolds, a world is told.
Layers hidden
then suddenly suspended in space
to who you are, where you are.
Dissecting like a surgeon
I walk through your world and see
the hurt, the gifts, and empty jars.
Unfolding memories of hanging pictures,
scented candles, dirty laundry and
rainbows in your heart.

Cause Me

Cause my eyes to see
may they be focused on thee
in the midst of my longing heart
hear the beat
the crying deep
troubled mind be silenced with ears
brightened with eyes
than the light that brings a message sure
the song with melodies stir
hope springs anew no more adieu
and my heart captured by you.

Intricately Involved

intricately involved are His ways,

intricately involved His power to display

Morning to Evening nothing passes His eyes

with every sparrow that dies.

Behind the vail

of eyes that cannot tell.

His soft whispers gently

changing my moment to moment.

Wind of God ever moving in

the courts of man's minds,

ever breathing your breath divine.

Ever moving paths

and in silent I walk with a vail

I cannot tell.
-Allison

Mystery of darkness

He creates anguish and darkness

to reveal His light.

He hides in dark mystery unknown

We stumble to find The Hand of help.

We hide with Him in the mystery of darkness

Blindfolded we stumble

but His eyes stand watching

our searching steps, our hands stretching

to touch His hand of help.
-Allison

Unlikely Interruption

Unlikely was the time
for conviction to knock.
I was already set on a
path,
then interrupted by
His beckoning call
My tossing confusion
of conviction troubled
seas overwhelmed me,
disturbed.
My course was interrupted
Words of warning
Scriptures confirming
Now...is it too late,
I wonder
-Allison