Eternal oases of God
Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 3:05 amThe Lord gave me this some months ago and I post it here for your edification and encouragement.
Eternal Oases of God
by Frank Lee Jennings
His praises come up in my mouth
not with my eyes, within my heart
I know He's here. I press ahead
though often weak, even perplexed
I sense His Holy Spirit always here
into my feeble weakness He pours strength, replaces cloudiness with clarity. Weariness with joyful energy, rising again I go on, lightened by the anointing and presence of God's Holy Spirit. Weariness has fled away
as I yield my tongue to His spirit
His might flows into me. Spiritual power.
Now I can do all things, anything through Jesus Christ. He'll never fail, leave or turn away from me
friends, kinsmen forsake me, turn away their faces.
I look, as the psalmist, for love, gentleness, a kind word, compassion, prayer, yet I abide alone, save for Jesus the Christ and His promised Holy Spirit of comfort
A man of sorrows knowing grief.
Am I better? The son of God is my pattern.
I yield to Him knowing all that besets me He will overcome. Firing the pots gives them strength
I know He will change men, create reborn hearts with new lives, change the times and seasons. Hearts and faces He will turn again toward me, He will transform, change and turn me around to face others
let me regard, offer hope, love, a kind word, forgetting myself. Even as He was obedient unto death. He prayed for them, offering God's love instead of man's gall. I follow His pattern, His ways, His footsteps. Come with me He says.
See where I dwell then dwell there with me
I'm astounded. I thought He'd finished long ago His saving, molding, shaping, breaking of me. After decades He's all new, working yet on this small pot. I rest in His hands. He removes flaws, smoothes, perfects, adding glaze in high heat, so that when struck a high clear ring
"Climb out of yourself" He demands
"Step into the ever new me". Let go
all holds on the old man. Divided
houses crumble into ruin. God's new
creations will abide for eternity.
I am a new creation again, again
I clasp the Master's garment as we walk together into the wilderness, worshipping Him as we go side by side on the narrow path. I yield to the urge of His spirit. He takes my hand "walk with me" He encourages. Come
firey darts often fill the air around me. Fired to kill and wound but God's armor protects me. I raise the shield of faith above while slashing back the enemy with the sword of God's word. His blood upon me a covering
to quench flaming arrows and lies,
I hear His words inside. The truth
I absorb the peace He radiates
as if a dry sponge gasping for water
calmed by His spirit, I look ahead
wondering about beyond, but
I need not consider tomorrow
turning my meditation to Him
I recall past deliverances, sweet grace
as Samson at the honeycomb
walking on, His joy lifts my heart
faith, I will not let go of Him.
faith, I will not stop. Faith,
He will never fail or desert me.
faith, He speaks through me
"The cross is very big" He tells me.
"No matter how far you travel on the road of life you can always see it. If you cannot see the cross you are on the wrong path, you've lost your way. Go back to the cross, start there".
dark forces beset and wrestle me,
assaulting my peace, I stand still.
over and again His words and love
I recall, wisdom He's given me
my health, peace, joy are assured
I speak God's promises constantly
pray in the spirit. Secrets from God.
Secrets to God, a pure language.
Jesus, the only sure anchor, a harbor
nothing else holds so fast and secure
everything else must fail, fall, break.
No matter how fierce or fearful, my
enemies flee from Him, tremble then
vanish at the sound of His name.
I speak as the very oracles of God
He freely gives me His strength
to move forward, again do exploits
a joyful heart, peace with purpose
I'm walking on in life, never alone
nothing must deflect my calling
now I through Him lift up others,
fellow travelers. Seeing their needs
I speak, do what He says, go forth
comforting as I was comforted.
I was not whole until He broke me
Pride was broken off. A husk
now the treasure within is seen
if I am seen then I've failed. His
radiance alone must shine forth
He will be seen in my countenance
a green rising now appears in
the shimmering waves of heat.
Lush green growth near ahead,
flowers by the flowing water, a
treasury of ministry to wayfarers
heat, pressure, assaults all fade
replaced by cool breezes of peace
they sweep around and through me
inside me, praise God, inside me!
Each touch heals hidden wounds
no one heals like the Lord Jesus heals
no other touch is so gentle yet strong
no other power so great yet humble
no other voice as living waters of Jesus
on the long desert wilderness
journey of life Jesus has guided
me to yet another oasis. His yoke
light, easy and a joy to bear
I need never lay it down. Times of
refreshing come by the Holy Spirit
adversaries, trouble, pressure, all
rage against His pilgrims. Trying
to grind us down. Turn us aside.
He carries us on waves of grace
It's clearly seen by the unbelievers
they are drawn to His beauty in us
they yearn to have whatever it is
that we radiate. A sweet fragrance
of His Holy Spirit draws them near
they must yield to His love and grace
or reject Him then flee away
I take in His glory as long as I might, rejoicing in His magnified presence, basking in the glow of
His peace, refreshed in the rays of His light,
a wonderful, gentle loving power
I move on, but never from Him
or from His grace, but walking with Him
I journey on life's path. He's set
this path to His heavenly city, a living
oasis I carry through the deserts
He calls me forward with Him, for
in Him we live, move, have our very being. His presence is the eternal oasis that goes along, we need never depart being refreshed by His grace
even as I journey forth and do battle,
search and seek the lost, raise up
the fallen, sowing seed by the way
watering seed sown by others
being pruned by the things I suffer
though He was a son yet learned He
obedience through the things He
suffered. This is our pattern. To know Him, fellowship with Him
in suffering. It takes so long to learn.
Have you yielded to the Holy Spirit of Jesus? Have you turned to face his word, turned around, away from men's traditions? Been baptized in His Holy Spirit of promise? Have you?
He makes oases inside us, His children, those wearied in their journeys. He has prepared them before us so where He is we may also be, and so dwell in His glory. In Him we live, move, once again refreshed
an eternal oasis of God's grace is
the ever flowing river filled with living water where we freely drink as we walk and do His will, never thirsting with His river flowing in us
And the Spirit and the bride say, Come.
And let him that heareth say, Come.
And let him that is athirst come.
And whosoever will, let him take the
water of life freely.
Revelation 22:17 KJVS
He shall drink of the brook by the wayside;
Therefore He shall lift up the head
Psalms 110:7
Deuteronomy 33:27 KJVS
The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms: and he shall thrust out the enemy from before thee; and shall say, Destroy them
Eternal Oases of God
by Frank Lee Jennings
His praises come up in my mouth
not with my eyes, within my heart
I know He's here. I press ahead
though often weak, even perplexed
I sense His Holy Spirit always here
into my feeble weakness He pours strength, replaces cloudiness with clarity. Weariness with joyful energy, rising again I go on, lightened by the anointing and presence of God's Holy Spirit. Weariness has fled away
as I yield my tongue to His spirit
His might flows into me. Spiritual power.
Now I can do all things, anything through Jesus Christ. He'll never fail, leave or turn away from me
friends, kinsmen forsake me, turn away their faces.
I look, as the psalmist, for love, gentleness, a kind word, compassion, prayer, yet I abide alone, save for Jesus the Christ and His promised Holy Spirit of comfort
A man of sorrows knowing grief.
Am I better? The son of God is my pattern.
I yield to Him knowing all that besets me He will overcome. Firing the pots gives them strength
I know He will change men, create reborn hearts with new lives, change the times and seasons. Hearts and faces He will turn again toward me, He will transform, change and turn me around to face others
let me regard, offer hope, love, a kind word, forgetting myself. Even as He was obedient unto death. He prayed for them, offering God's love instead of man's gall. I follow His pattern, His ways, His footsteps. Come with me He says.
See where I dwell then dwell there with me
I'm astounded. I thought He'd finished long ago His saving, molding, shaping, breaking of me. After decades He's all new, working yet on this small pot. I rest in His hands. He removes flaws, smoothes, perfects, adding glaze in high heat, so that when struck a high clear ring
"Climb out of yourself" He demands
"Step into the ever new me". Let go
all holds on the old man. Divided
houses crumble into ruin. God's new
creations will abide for eternity.
I am a new creation again, again
I clasp the Master's garment as we walk together into the wilderness, worshipping Him as we go side by side on the narrow path. I yield to the urge of His spirit. He takes my hand "walk with me" He encourages. Come
firey darts often fill the air around me. Fired to kill and wound but God's armor protects me. I raise the shield of faith above while slashing back the enemy with the sword of God's word. His blood upon me a covering
to quench flaming arrows and lies,
I hear His words inside. The truth
I absorb the peace He radiates
as if a dry sponge gasping for water
calmed by His spirit, I look ahead
wondering about beyond, but
I need not consider tomorrow
turning my meditation to Him
I recall past deliverances, sweet grace
as Samson at the honeycomb
walking on, His joy lifts my heart
faith, I will not let go of Him.
faith, I will not stop. Faith,
He will never fail or desert me.
faith, He speaks through me
"The cross is very big" He tells me.
"No matter how far you travel on the road of life you can always see it. If you cannot see the cross you are on the wrong path, you've lost your way. Go back to the cross, start there".
dark forces beset and wrestle me,
assaulting my peace, I stand still.
over and again His words and love
I recall, wisdom He's given me
my health, peace, joy are assured
I speak God's promises constantly
pray in the spirit. Secrets from God.
Secrets to God, a pure language.
Jesus, the only sure anchor, a harbor
nothing else holds so fast and secure
everything else must fail, fall, break.
No matter how fierce or fearful, my
enemies flee from Him, tremble then
vanish at the sound of His name.
I speak as the very oracles of God
He freely gives me His strength
to move forward, again do exploits
a joyful heart, peace with purpose
I'm walking on in life, never alone
nothing must deflect my calling
now I through Him lift up others,
fellow travelers. Seeing their needs
I speak, do what He says, go forth
comforting as I was comforted.
I was not whole until He broke me
Pride was broken off. A husk
now the treasure within is seen
if I am seen then I've failed. His
radiance alone must shine forth
He will be seen in my countenance
a green rising now appears in
the shimmering waves of heat.
Lush green growth near ahead,
flowers by the flowing water, a
treasury of ministry to wayfarers
heat, pressure, assaults all fade
replaced by cool breezes of peace
they sweep around and through me
inside me, praise God, inside me!
Each touch heals hidden wounds
no one heals like the Lord Jesus heals
no other touch is so gentle yet strong
no other power so great yet humble
no other voice as living waters of Jesus
on the long desert wilderness
journey of life Jesus has guided
me to yet another oasis. His yoke
light, easy and a joy to bear
I need never lay it down. Times of
refreshing come by the Holy Spirit
adversaries, trouble, pressure, all
rage against His pilgrims. Trying
to grind us down. Turn us aside.
He carries us on waves of grace
It's clearly seen by the unbelievers
they are drawn to His beauty in us
they yearn to have whatever it is
that we radiate. A sweet fragrance
of His Holy Spirit draws them near
they must yield to His love and grace
or reject Him then flee away
I take in His glory as long as I might, rejoicing in His magnified presence, basking in the glow of
His peace, refreshed in the rays of His light,
a wonderful, gentle loving power
I move on, but never from Him
or from His grace, but walking with Him
I journey on life's path. He's set
this path to His heavenly city, a living
oasis I carry through the deserts
He calls me forward with Him, for
in Him we live, move, have our very being. His presence is the eternal oasis that goes along, we need never depart being refreshed by His grace
even as I journey forth and do battle,
search and seek the lost, raise up
the fallen, sowing seed by the way
watering seed sown by others
being pruned by the things I suffer
though He was a son yet learned He
obedience through the things He
suffered. This is our pattern. To know Him, fellowship with Him
in suffering. It takes so long to learn.
Have you yielded to the Holy Spirit of Jesus? Have you turned to face his word, turned around, away from men's traditions? Been baptized in His Holy Spirit of promise? Have you?
He makes oases inside us, His children, those wearied in their journeys. He has prepared them before us so where He is we may also be, and so dwell in His glory. In Him we live, move, once again refreshed
an eternal oasis of God's grace is
the ever flowing river filled with living water where we freely drink as we walk and do His will, never thirsting with His river flowing in us
And the Spirit and the bride say, Come.
And let him that heareth say, Come.
And let him that is athirst come.
And whosoever will, let him take the
water of life freely.
Revelation 22:17 KJVS
He shall drink of the brook by the wayside;
Therefore He shall lift up the head
Psalms 110:7
Deuteronomy 33:27 KJVS
The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms: and he shall thrust out the enemy from before thee; and shall say, Destroy them