Captivated

I am without words when I think of my Father. I tried to capture a small portion of the magnificence & what I feel when I am with Him,...in His presence.

     

 

Emblazoned by the heart of

 

My Father

 

Captivated by heaven’s tender touch

Every pore of my being

Imbued with who He is

 

 

Mind blowing

 

Mind boggling

 

 

Knowing I am one of many

In the sea of His children

 

 

Who am I that He should care?

 

Who am I that He should touch

 

     my heart?

 

 

Moving me melodiously

Meticulously

 

 

Playing me like Heaven’s Violin

 

Causing my heart to sing a

Harmonious heavenly tune

Of yearning

 

 

For more of Him

 

 

Moving me

Wooing me

Encapsulating me

 

Like a chess piece

On the board of life

 

 

Totally submitted to

  

His Will

               His Purpose

               His Plan

 

 

Nothing compares

To the articulate God that He is

 

So Electrifying

       Tantalizing

          Moving

                        Spectacular

 

 

A brilliant display of fireworks

 

    Effervescent

        Dazzling

Enrapturing me in ecstasy

 

 

Eternal bliss like no other

In the presence of My Almighty King

The one who loves me

The one who bids me come

 

And never turns me away

 

 Nothing compares to the incredible euphoria

Of touching heaven & holding His hand

      His heart…

 

 

Adoring Him

      Loving Him,

 

 

Yearning to be with Him

     To touch Him

 

 

Even just for a moment

 

 

To feel my head upon His chest

 

To hear the beat of His heart

To be drawn close to the King

To hear His cries for humanity

 

 

His groaning

      His moaning

             His longing

 

 

For in that moment of time

 

 

I am enthralled by the

River of Life He produces

Within me

 

 

When that New Wine

 

Touches my lips

I am

 

Refreshed

     Restored

                Transformed

 

By the beauty of His Love

 

 

The waves of His Spirit

 

Rolling over me

AND

Producing a mellifluous tune

Within my soul

 

 

Making me crave His presence more and more

Making me want to search Him out

And press in to that heavenly place

That perfect place

       Where He is

 

 

 

He's Calling...

 

 

Author's Note

There is an intrinsic beauty in free flow poetry...I know some of you don't care for it. That's quite alright.
Feel free to review accordingly.

Reviews

[None]

A standing ovation!! What beauty, I can feel His energy through your words. I know this is how I feel inside through loving Him. Carole, this is so truly beautiful and you have really expressed so well the feeling only Our Father can give us in our hearts! This is so true and refreshing and by reading this, I could filter out all the junk today and replace it with exhilarating exuberance! Keep sharing you gifts, they are astounding. He is putting it on your heart to share because He knows you can do so quite beautifully!

[Michael X]

wow carol, i am swept away by the overall depth you portrayed in true imaginative fashion, explosive
in emotional detail, and pays touching tribute to one you hold close to your heart, who inspires
your soul to create such powerul, yet peacefully and truly captivating work to ponder in light
of the beautiful meaning which gracefully entwines the entire blissfully vibrant vision, your pen flows
with colorfully enlighten ink, i found myself hooked on the first word and couldn't let go, love it

[Gary H]

Enjoyed this. It's a style that I don't tend to do too often so feel that you have created a fine piece here. Also I see that you have used colours to fit with the picture. I certainly think this is an important part of the overall work by fitting all things together.
Have you taken the individual colours and worked them as seperate poems? I think this to adds to the interest of your writing.

[AK]

"He's calling�"
He is indeed still calling and the gates are still open, a bit. Those who are familiar with Revelations and other Bible prophecies understand that CNN is the single best witness to the Word of God in terms of the completion of the Dispension of Grace that began on Golgotha's hill.

I think of Jeremiah, the "weeping prophet" of the Old Testament. He preached to and wept for his people his entire adult life. He knew of the beauties and glories in God, even in his time. And he never completely gave up.
There is still reason to seek salvation and one's place in God, there is still hope.

Beautifully written Carole.

[youngwriter222]

Carole this is VERY good! Nothing compares to what he gives us in life. He loves us all the time nd his spirit is always with us.


I like the way you described God

"Nothing compares

To the articulate God that He is

So electrifying

Tantalizing

Moving

Spectacular"

I love it!!!!
Sarah