Lord You Are

 

Lord You Are

Lord you are the life within me

Lord you are the breath I breath

Lord you are the very beating of my heart

Lord you are

Lord you are the song within me

Lord you are the melody I'm singing

Lord you are rhythm moving my heart beat

Lord you are

Everything to me and more

Lord you are

Everything to me and more

Lord you are

Everything to me and more

Lord you are

Everything to me and more

And I will sing to you this new song

And I will sing to you this new song

Because

Lord you are the life within me

Because

Lord you are the breath I breath

Because

Lord you are the very beating of my heart

Because

Lord you are the very song within me - and -

Lord you are the melody I'm singing - and -

Lord you are rhythm moving my heart beat

Yes....Lord....You are!

words and music by: AmyColleen Klapp

Copy right ©2010 All right reserved

He’s waiting

I wrote this about 15+ years ago. 

Inspired by my own busy life.

The Holy Spirit used this to change my own perspective about time.

No Matter how busy our life is, The Lord is always there waiting for us to come to him. 

♥️

 Making Time

By: Amy Colleen

Copyright March 2002 all rights reserved

First thing in the morning; children running here and there,

The husband, needing your attention; a neighbor calls needing some care.

“It’s only seven in the morning,” with a sigh, you say out loud.

But your plea of exasperation is, drown-out by the noise of the crowd.

Before too long, it’s half past eight; you’ve just said your good-bye prayers.

The kids have all left for school. Your neighbor now knows you care.

With a sigh, you head for the kitchen. Put the water on for some tea.

Take a deep breath and think to yourself, “I could really use some time for me.”

With a tea cup in one hand, a good book in the other to read.

You find your favorite chair to sit down; and sure enough, someone calls with a need.

Before you know it, it’s three o’clock. The kids are home for the day.

Time for home-work, dinner; who knows what else. “No time for Mommy,” again you say.

So with a sigh, you resolve yourself; smiling, you open your arms wide.

Greet your children with a hug and kiss; and usher them all inside.

It’s now late in the evening; children running here and there.

The husband, needing your attention; a neighbor calls needing some care.

“It’s nine o’clock in the evening,” with a sigh, you say out loud.

But your plea of exasperation, is, drown-out by the noise of the crowd.

Before too long, it’s half past ten; you’ve just said your good-night prayers.

The kids have all gone to bed; your neighbor now knows you care.

With a sigh, you head for the kitchen; put the water on for some tea.

Take a deep breath and think to yourself, “I could really use some time for me.”

With a tea cup in one hand, a good book in the other to read;

You find your favorite chair to sit down; and much to your surprise you see ~

Someone already sitting there, having waited all day, patiently;

He greets you with these simple few words, “I thought you could use some time with me.”

“Oh LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.”

Psalm 5:3

The Valley

There are many rare and beautiful treasures 

deep down in the valley, if you take the time to look for them. However, if your only goal while traveling through the valley is TO GET OUT then you WILL MISS OUT on such rare gifts of God!

I admit when I notice I am on a fast track down hill from a mountain top to the valley low, the first thing I tend to do is to try and see if I can locate an alternate route. I mean come on! Seriously now. Going ALL the way down the mountain to the valley and back up again isn't exactly the quickest route and I know I have wasted enough time already in my life messing around so when it comes to pulling out the ol' spiritual GPS and choosing between quickest way or least amount of mileage I am all for quickest way! Unfortunately for me, the Lord doesn't always see it MY WAY.

Or IS IT....."unfortunate"?

I have learned, after a great many trips down the same old mountain and into the same valley, that it is quite fortunate that I have upgraded to the spiritual GPS system (God Positioning System) and no longer have to depend on my out dated gps. My navigating skills are some-what lacking! I have this ever longing desire to go upward, even though the map is telling me otherwise. 🤦‍♀️ Go figure.

It has taken me quite a few years and a good up grade but I have finally made it to the valley and taken a full tour. It is quite beautiful down here!

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
For Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff
they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my
head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house
Of the Lord for ever.

A Poem by AmyColleen

Changes of the Heart

 

It’s evening now, as the sun sets low.

The sky is a painting with bright colors aglow.

The midnight sky not far away,

Nighttime animals come out to play.

A whole new world beneath the sky,

As the moon and the stars rise up so high.

A world the same, yet not at all,

Just like the mountaintops in spring and in fall.

Both a beauty in themselves; the mountains in the fall;

Speak of change and solitude; spring, new life to all.

So mountaintops in seasons change a divine work of art.

We too have night and day to live, in changes of the heart.

The sun awakes as morning breaks. Mankind begins its day.

Survival of the fittest one is now the game we play.

Though games of survival we continue to play, and the life we lead goes on.

There is a change in man's heart, between the dusk and dawn.

For some it is as a mountain in fall,

A way of escape from it all;

For others it is as a mountain in spring;

A breath of life for their weary being.

~Selah~

Before too long, it's no longer dawn, but evening has arrived.

Tired and yet thankful ones are happy to have survived.

No matter what the case may be, there's beauty to be found;

If we’ll only take the time to see, how God’s glory in nature abounds.

If the Lord has led you into the valley,

Know,  HE is with you.

Know, it is not a punishment.

Know, everything will be okay.

REST, because SOON you will need strength to start your climb back up the mountain!

Grace, love 💗 peace 🕊️and joy 🥰 in Jesus!

AmyColleen

Dry bones come alive

 A vivid night vision. 

Three Tornadoes

 I was inside a huge church building and I saw out the front window three tornadoes in the distance. I walked up closer to the window and stared  at them for a moment and saw them swirling around each other like crazy – back and forth – back and forth.

I hollered out, “Every one! Quick! Get down stairs!  There’s a tornado coming! Don’t worry about closing the doors, the wind will get them for you!”

Everyone headed for the basement except for a few people in leadership. They kept working. I stood there staring out the window. Then I saw the three tornadoes come upon a small town just blocks from us. As the tornadoes hit the city…the city instantly went up in flames. At that point I headed for the door of the church and went outside. I had absolutely no fear. I looked straight up into the sky. There were heavy winds blowing all around me and dirt flying because of the hard, dirt ground that surrounded the church grounds. At this point the tornadoes were right above me and the building and I actually saw the “face of a man” in the one tornado - right above me. I recognized the face. It was Jesus.

 Just as soon as I recognized the face - the tornadoes simultaneously dropped like heavy rain upon the church and the ground around ….so much so that the once hard, dry ground became like mud.

Then, people started coming up from the ground like dead people being made alive…..they had bandages on them and were all dirty from the mud. Some had scars. They were ugly and some were so old. 

I felt so bad for them…..I began to cry out to those that were in the church, “Help! Somebody help me, help these poor people! Please!!”

Then the door to the building opened up and one by one a few people came out and began to help those that came up from the ground, that were uncovered from the storm.... those that  had all those wounds.