I worship God through my thoughts

  they banter with him in a holy way

with the Holy Spirit’s grammar

 one cannot go wrong 

 the speak in his language 

touch of soul clings to hope

savoring every moment of this pause in time

I wait to battle the old

for when his peace leaves

a wee but

   we begin again to be in this

mortal flesh with 

a 

time limit..

     he silences the worries

putting love into the blanks of me

   for I am nothing but all

I am all but nothing

 removing self from

the taste of time

   the Holy spirit

has my  rhyme

     what you say?

have you given away?

    all of me for God to use

to lift a soul from sadness

and its ugliest hue of

oh so much pain

 fear tries to claim

   easy is a second

with his glance as the brush

  upon me now is God

within me 

is God

I banter with

 God 

the three in ones I call them

   neither of any maters though

for God is God

and he carries the tow

 of our

souls

    flushed away is evil

with the rotted and decayed

lies   purged  .. thrown

 tossed   to make me clean

 I give today once more to thee my Lord

 use me to heal others

use me to soothe fear

use me to work your love

your light..that holy light

covers every pain and removes every sin

 with one

faint whisper

   that one of faith

  how do I tell them?

how can I say the magnificent of your love Lord!

  .. when easy is the walk with you by our side

with our stride

between our tides of doubt

and rise

        ..I will try Lord

but you will finish

 the way of me 

the way of free

 the way of forever   

me with thee

 we all walk our different paths

but you my Lord

 have the wya

the way

the way is Jesus

the way ..

 I bid thee good day for

a moment I rest

   the battles have

worn my body

to weaken my seed

with thee across and into

tomorrow will be again again

 my journey here

in mortal flesh 

to wipe the sadness off

the clay feet

cleaned with your word your love!

oh praise you God our savior indeed

for sacrifice relieves

relieved… gives freedom

to smle

at the whispers of the trees..

oh I begin to ramble and babble nonsense 

within your joy the way of s smile

is perfection across me  

.. slumber with me Lord

 rest your open wounds

of our sins across your Sons flesh

    still seen

in heavens bow

           until I awaken

to begin again

your walk through me

to remove their sin

my sin

our sins..

removed yet still oh my mind is tried

of the way of the devils

ways to ..

to

   I laugh    he can do nothing when I stand true

in your glory I will swim

forever until 

my end..

here in this world

 of learning life and love

again..

Mitch Bensel 

Linke to ‘hear’ the words 

https://youtu.be/st2PZdcJAaA

This morning while in the shower I talked to God. I talk to Him a lot while in the shower. The hot water is wonderful and clears the mind and hands away from the phone and internet scrolling. I began to tell Him a story. I was shown the story while speaking and singing. I will now present to you my first story, told to God for His amusement and how God does what God does. Shows His love.

A sunny day in the park a young lad was walking and pondering life. He looked at the cool flowers to his right, just off the path. And the other same coolness flowers to his left. As he walked he talked to God. Asking silly questions and such what he normally does. Boring God most likely but most likely not. He heard some music up ahead of him off the path to the right. He walked closer and heard such beautiful sounds. He remembered he had his harmonica in his pocket and got it out and began to play along with the music. But his mind was for God to hear, not only his harmonica playing but he told God, "all the music is for you!" as he walked closer to the group playing their music. So beautifully played next to flowers and tall grasses. He looked up to the sky while playing along with them with his harmonica. He saw a wisp of white floating toward the music. He began to see several of these images of white light gather around behind the group playing their instruments. They seemed oblivious and he had some difficult for a bit playing his harmonica. He looked up and around the group and was surrounded by angels! He couldn't believe his eyes! He smiled while playing the harmonica which caused him to miss some notes. Can't smile and play. He listened to the absolute most beautiful sounds of angels singing and the group playing all in an indescribable flow. 

He stepped back and sat on a concrete bench. He was overwhelmed and smiled and pointed to the heavens, "this is for you God!" The music played and the notes began to turn the clock of time. Time hurriedly removed him from the moment. He was an adult. He fell away from the fantasy. There was still a small bit of singing from the angels but the people were gone. He was sad and went to the park on his lunch to try to get rid of worry and pain from his life. This man did not have an easy life, he never had an easy life. But this man loved God since a wee boy and took him through his life with him. Even when intense pain from lost love or abuses in life, those kind that rip a heart out of people. Yes, not easy but when it got too loud, drowning out his Lord he went to the park. To the place he went as a child so long ago. The path where he lifted his harmonica out of his pocket and played with the angels and a simple group of people, for God. The path where he was now, sitting on a concrete bench oh so very sad.

The angelic sounds began to increase and he swayed with the glorious sounds. God always did have a way of letting him know he wasn't alone. But life has to be lived and life is hard and he learned, oh so long ago, that long ago time when he was so very small, that God was always with him. God was always holding him when he cried. Although at times he would cry, "where are you?". The 'where are you moments' were the worst. 

The singing increased and light from the sounds began to filter through him. He looked up and saw white light, small at first then growing larger and larger and... The brightest light ever, stood in front of the smaller lights. He smiled and sang in that cool language of tongues along with the angels. Suddenly, the brightest light showed him to be still. The song got louder and oh so angelically beautiful. The large giant light, which he knew was Jesus said, "this song is for you my child." The sounds of the angels the lifting of light all around was beyond. He broke into tears, he sobbed and got on his knees, "thank you Lord, thank you for your love!"

To this day whenever anyone walks down that path there is a magical music sound from the winds the leaves on the trees and even from the flowers as they lean toward all and give a flower smile followed with God's smile.

The.. end?

I have surely gone insane for today I told this story to the Lord.. to God to the Holy Spirit. I was shown how God was singing with His angels for me! And I broke into tears       those tears that only the Holy Spirit and God's love can create. Sobbing, thankful tears.

Tell God a story today all the heavens could use one. Whisper a nod to Jesus to maybe skip along the sidewalk with Him. Gather angels around and sing to God with them.  

Surprise God with your complete love. For He surely completely .. loves.. us

Amen..!!