Romanced

Romance me with your beauty

Touch me with your sun on my skin

Love me with your breathe in the wind

I picnic with you

I eat of your grace

I drink of your sweetness

We look to the sky as clouds form into images of our affection.

Nature knows the way we feel for eachother.

The spirit realm celebrates the way I know you.

As time moves, with each moment will you love me again?

With each breath, will you romance me again?

Who am I

Who am I?

Who am I that the maker of worlds sees me and craves me?

The sewer of the stars, the splitter of the seas, the conqueror of nations. He knows me. He loves me. 

Who am I?

He sees me.

He molds me.

He shapes me.

He paints me.

He puts me on display.

Who am I? 

He calls me worthy

He calls me just. 

He touches me tenderly, 

Not with lust.

He caresses me with his wind, 

Savors me with his spirit.

He is ravished with love.

His thoughts are for me, 

His thoughts are above

Every high place I've ever seen.

Yet for me, his mind has always been. 

Water, earth, and sky bend as his command. 

Yet in the quiet he whispers to my soul, 

Blooming my affections, making them grow. 

Who am I? 

The mighty savior of men, women, children alike

Calls me his lover, the source of his delight. 

I will not be blinded to his gaze.

I will not be silent, to him my song will raise.

The glory of people, of nations, of seas, 

Belong to Him, the lover of me.

Who am I?

I am who He says I am.

Naked

Love purges my heart. I burst forth in melodious song & dance. Are the captivating movements of soul & body not the most delicate expressions of romance? Intimacy inspires pure, vulnerable beauty. I am my most beautiful when I am vulnerable to you. The nakedness of intimacy with you is the transformational process. Purifying myself, I bear my mind, body, & soul to you completely. 

What is mine? For you have it all. Ultimately, it is yours. Not through demand do I surrender myself. Through the purging of love, through the holy romance. 

Your kisses, divine.

Your breathe, hot. 

Your embrace, intoxicating.

Your gaze, breathtaking.

What do I possess that is worth holding from you? 

My secrets, yours.

My desires, yours.

My passions, yours.

The capability in your hands to protect my soul is greater than the most impenetrable walls, surrounding the most stunning of gardens. 

Is my garden not yours to admire? Is the fountain at the center not yours to place there? I find that I breathe best when I am hidden under your waters, drowned.   

I am safest when I am at your mercy. 

Awaken

"It's the glory of God to hide a matter. It's the glory of a king to search it out."

Our Father is the master of hide and go seek. God hides Himself in mystery, and it is our pleasure to find him. He is the treasure which we seek. There is no better way to symbolize this exhibition than with a childlike treasure hunt.

To seek God is not difficult, because He is in you, around you, dancing over you, breathing into you. He is never distant. But it is ecstasy to have our eyes and ears opened to new realms of His character. Who is this God that gives of Himself to spend eternity with mere human? Are you not made curious? 

A new season is here and it is the season of awakening. The spirit realm is hungry to see the lovers awaken, the dreamers awaken. I believe that there is a holy curiousity to ignite this generation of believers on fire with the passion of holy romance. 

He is mysteriously lovely. He is intriguingly good. If He died for me then surely it is in my destiny to know who my knight in shining armor is. 

When the knight sleighs the dragon to set the princess free, she asks of him to remove his helmet, so to know who her savior is. 

Are we not to do the same? Father! Lover! You rescued me, now show me who you are to do this! Show me the glory of your face, show me the beauty in your eyes. 

If I were in this situation, I would kiss him on the mouth! Are we not to show our affection to The Lord? Kiss him with the kisses of your thankful heart. Pour your affections on His feet. Your worship is like  burned incense, the frangrance fills the atmosphere. We are to be intoxicated by this. 

I believe the spirit realm is attracted to the frangrance of affection through worship. Worship is not music but it is a place your heart rests in. When you are in love, there isn't a moment your heart stops worshipping. 

The craving of my heart is to see this generation awaken the nations to worship. The holy romance of God is undefiled and purifying, it is contagious and it is pleasurable. 

You are made to know the face of your lover. Do not fear, for He is with you and He craves your attention. He wants to be known.