(AFTER THE CROSS) Then they returned to Jerusalem from the mount called Olivet, which is near Jerusalem, a Sabbath days journey away. When they had entered the city, they went up to the upper room where they were staying; that is, Peter and John and James and Andrew, Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew, James the son of Alphaeus, and Simon the Zealot, and Judas the son of James. These all with one mind were continually devoting themselves to prayer, along with the women, and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with His brothers.…(ACTS 1:12-14) The Holy Spirit; what is it like? Its like a rapid running steed racing in steady stride, effortlessly moving in a state of power and ecstasy Your Holy Spirit moves within me, O Lord, and pulls me higher, ever so steadily and excitingly breathlessly I cling to Your Holy presence as we leave the confines of earths gravity, and we move with the power of the wind No, its not a dream; it is far beyond the auspices of mere mortal imagination, and the far away realm of pretend Its a Spiritual venture into the ethereal, among clouds of glory and a light from God, so profound and intense Theres no human distraction in this place of beauty, and theres no falseness or manufacturing of pretense, the unspeakable Joy of Your hand reaching for me, to glide in the misty moments of early morning dawn The earth is so far beneath us; I long to rise higher to the Gates of Pearl, where Im so continually drawn To chase Your amazing love is the wind beneath my wings, that draws me closer to my heavenly groom Its the constant yearn of my soul, the pounding of my heart, and the eternal depth of the unseen visions womb Oh, to fly away with my Beloved among the billowing clouds to the dimensions, passing the confines of time No, there is absolutely nothing like it, my love; the altitude renders unknown beauty the higher we climb. And, I dwell with my love forever, in His beautiful Eden paradise, so peaceful, holy, pure, and lovely Its Glory untold in prisms of color, surrounded by voices of Holys, in a feathery angelic covey, mighty winds, take me on up to my faraway home, above the noisy mundane unholiness of earth. And settle me in my forever mansion beside Lifes river, theeternal destiny of my holy new birth. With each new gust, we rise in breathless wonder, and we soar in the auras among lightnings and thunder Its the Holy Spirit and fire that frees my soul, breaking the holds of wickedness and the chains asunder. The majesty of it all is far beyond the human words of splendor, spectacular, awesome and omnipotent Lord, You are the essence of words weve never uttered in the auspices of the Holy and magnificent Blow, trumpet blow, draw me and whisk me to my Lord in the air, away from the world of evil, earths dross Ill take flight at His call and His Word, when the final trumpet sounds; it was His promise After The Cross. (SHALOM)
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