Only You

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

Your face will I seek, Lord. 
Not Your will
Not Your way
Not today
 
Only Your face –
the essence of who You are
just to BE with You
to know Your grace
 
To feel Your eyes
smile down on me
and know that here
together
we begin again
 
fresh
new
like Your every morning manna
and mercies
Just You
falling on me
that I may know You
 
For someday
I will
fully
But for now…
 
You invite me.
So my heart with David’s says
Your face, Lord,
Will I seek
 
 
“When You said, ‘Seek My face,’
My heart said to You,
‘Your face, Lord, I will seek.'”
Psalm 27:8 NKJV
 
©Lisa DeVinney, April 2016
 
 

A Shepherd in Sheep’s Clothing

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

Not only did He lay aside
His kingly robe and crown,
There also came a day when Jesus
Willfully laid down
The Shepherd’s rod and staff He’d held
So tenderly in hand –
The Shepherd of the sheep became
The sacrificial Lamb.
 
He stood before a worldly king
Who mocked Him to His face,
Who stripped Him of His robe, but not
His meekness, or His grace;
For those would take Him all the way
Up Calvary’s torturous hill
Where He’d remain our Shepherd in
Sheep’s clothing up until
 
He snatched the final vict’ry from
The clutches of despair.
And in the tomb, they’d find His empty
Grave clothes lying there.
Behold, the Lamb of God had conquered
Satan, death and sin!
Our Shepherd in sheep’s clothing
Ushered life eternal in.
 
 
 “Look,the Lamb of God,
who takes away the sin of the world!”
John 1:29b NIV
 
©Lisa DeVinney, March 2013
 

Levees that Break

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

“Our arteries need to be levees that break. 
If God’s love is getting in, it should also be
getting back out.”
* Beth Moore
 
In this world of hearts grown cold,
Where we’ve believed the lie we’re told
That we must bind ourselves up tight
Against the pain and dark of night,
Against a love that someday might betray…
So it would not be worth it anyway,
 
We then become so bound that we
No longer feel, no longer see
The love God wants to pour inside –
A perfect love that stems the tide
Of pain
 
And how can we then share that love
Available from God above
If we won’t open to receive
That pouring in when we believe
He’s love.
 
Oh that our arteries would be
But broken levees filling seas
Of others who are seeking, too,
What God’s poured into me and you –
His perfect love.
 
 
“Dear friends, since God so loved us,
we also ought to love one another.
…if we love one another, God lives in us
and his love is made complete in us.”
1 John 4:11-12 NIV
 
©Lisa DeVinney, May 2015
*Beth Moore. Video Sessions 1& 2 of “Loving Well.”
 
 

In Sickness and in Health

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“’My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,’ says the Lord.
‘And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.’”
Isaiah 55:8 NLT
 
When healing doesn’t come this side of Heaven,
It doesn’t mean God loves us any less;
Or that our prayers were lacking, faith was weak…
It means He chose a different way to bless.
 
It may not be what we had hoped or prayed for.
It may feel like He didn’t care enough
To send the healing touch we all were wanting.
But oftentimes it’s just not clear to us
 
How much He loves, and just what His love looks like.
We think that grace and healing are the same.
But God just doesn’t think or work like we do.
His grace is on a deeper, higher plain.
 
So when the healing comes through gates of Glory,
There is no struggle lost. No prayer unmet.
Instead, it means God had a better answer
That we, through tear-stained eyes, can’t see just yet.
 
But one day, up in Glory, we will understand
The wisdom and the love behind His will.
Until that day, friend, we can choose to trust Him,
And in the sad times, glorify Him, still.
 
©Lisa DeVinney, March 2016
 

…This I Know

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

“Jesus loves me! this I know”
- Anna B. Warner
 
Draw me in, Lord. Pull me closer
So I’ll better hear
Your voice, so sweet, so still and gentle,
Not just in my ear
But deep within my longing heart
Where Your own Spirit dwells.
For there I hear my Shepherd’s voice –
How tenderly it tells
Me just how much You love me, Lord;
And who I am to You –
Not just another stubborn sheep
(Though yes, I am that, too);
But also Your beloved child,
In whom, Lord, you delight.
You take me up into Your arms,
And there You hold me tight
Until I feel that I am loved
Far more than I can know.
I smile way down deep within
Each time You tell me so.
 
 
“I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.”
Jeremiah 31:3 NIV
 
Lisa DeVinney, February 2016