Palace Of Language

The sacredness of Holy sits before me, within me, around me. I stand as commanded in a posture of obedience that sounds from this call. 

As this work forms the sights of beauty, I take with me the trembling knowledge that Fire sets a beacon of Grace. I torch my boundaries of division and open the gates to find Revelations; for the war of disobedience drops. 

This house sounds out ‘come one, come all’ until the pain of desire for His Kingdom answers the call, His call. The Heavens open to the Worthy One. The senses reach the level of visions after visions for this house. 

The wonders of Heaven upon earth gives brightness its color and form. The drink of such kindness sends freshness throughout, so First Love moves among thousands and thousands gathering to find Heaven’s Place to worship. Even the child reaches to the warmth of Fire ahead of them. 

Beholding glory as the mother, eyes open and see with clarity the wishes to be cared for. Awareness has opened its beauty and the soul enters with speed un-numbered as in the lightning strike. The choice has been swallowed in abundant life guiding the heart. All the earth is filled with His glory.

Father, the soul cries with great speech above the knowledge of angels. For angels look about for the victorious promises, to see what is heard. Give this brightness its raging victory. 

The wrinkles of age, the hair that is white, the wisdom of the testimony, sound out the voice of He who is Worthy from deep within these wells. Tell of the Face from new ones entering the palace of language from Your Spirit. Carry the Message spoken as praise dropped from its assembly unto the ears of young and old. Let those rejoice of pardoned hearts sing their song as the Worthy One fills the temple. 

Your Word lives forever as it brings history and future to remembrance as if it all has been known from beginning of time. It was given to Adam with joy from Your Heart. Forever walking in that Garden of who You are!

See, oh eyes of creation! Hear His Voice! Speak a new as the Fire of His Spirit unveils. Riches laid up in Heaven are to those whose eyes are on Him. 

A honeymoon has been given not written by man… Fix your eyes upon Him. Enter His Palace of Language from His Spirit.

Photo by Jeri Hudgins (Maxine Ford -my mom- formed from scripture)