DOMINION

(based on Daniel 7)

 

I watched as thrones were all put in their place

The Ancient of Days sat to hear the case

His garment of white glistened as the snow

His hair was as pure as the wool a lamb grows

Around His throne a fiery flame did burn

With wheels of fire that ever did turn

A thousand thousands ministered to Him

Ten thousand times ten thousand stood before Him

The court was seated, the books were opened and read.

The books were opened and read:

 

Chorus:

God’s kingdom is an everlasting kingdom

And His dominion, His dominion reigns!

God’s kingdom is an everlasting kingdom

And His dominion reigns!

And His dominion reigns!

 

Bridge:

Glory, honor, glory, honor, glory, honor, dominion!

Glory, honor, glory, honor, glory, honor, dominion!

 

I watched in night visions, and then behold!

The clouds of the heavens began to unfold

And there One like the Son of Man came

Before the throne, Jesus Christ was His name

And unto the Lamb was granted dominion

An everlasting dominion

All peoples and nations shall serve Him

And every knee shall bow before Him

And with His saints, the Lord will reign forever!

The Lord will reign forever!

 

Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom

And Your dominion, Your dominion reigns!

Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom

And Your dominion reigns!

And Your dominion reigns!

© 1992 HIM/CAVenable

Come, My Love

(These original lyrics of mine can be sung to the melody of “Dome Epais”.


Come, my love! 

Come, my love!

Rise up, my fair one, come away with Me! (2x)

 

Ah! Rain is gone!

Lo! Winter’s past!

Ah! Spring has come – has come – at last!

Now’s the time of flowers blossoming

Now’s the time for hearts rejoicing!

Our Beloved sings!

Hear our Beloved’s song,

Song of, song of, song of love!

 

Come, my love!

Come, my love!

Rise up, my fair one, come away with Me,

my love!

 

 

Words based on Song of Solomon 2:10-12 © 2007 HIM/CAV

Christ in Me

(These are my original Christian lyrics that may be sung to the beautiful “Dome Epais” melody)

 

Christ in~ me! (or, to retain French flavor:) Christ en~ moi!

Christ in~ me! (or) Christ en~ moi!

Christ~ in ~me~, my~ hope~ of~ glo~~~ry! (2x)

 

Ah! Christ will come~!

Lo! He~ comes~!

And when He comes~,

when He comes~

surely —

we~ will~ be~ like~ Him

For we shall see Him as He truly is

Jesus, our hope,

Jesus, our blessed hope

Precious, blessed, precious hope!

© 2007 HIM/CAV

Words based on

1 John 3:2 Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.  3And every man that hath this hope in him purifies himself, even as he is pure.

Colossians 127 To whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles; which is Christ in you, the hope of glory:

Titus 2:13 Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ;

Check Your Heart

Well, you can pour on the sugar, you’ve got that down pat

You know all the right words – I’ll give you that.

You’ve been on committees from A down to Z

And to the door of the church building, you’ve got a key.

 

Your Good Book is earmarked by pages well worn

It’s been such a long time since you’ve been reborn

You can quote reams of Scripture with chapter and verse

And the songs you are singing are nicely rehearsed

But is your heart in the song you are singing?

Or are you a hollow bell ringing?

Check you heart, my friend, check your heart

If we have not love we are nothing

Check you heart, my friend, check your heart

If we have not love we are nothing

Let us love, Lord, let us love.

Though you speak with the tongues of angels and men

And you’ve prayed all the good prayers again and again

You’ve read through the Bible ninety-nine times

And you touch not a smidgeon of liquor or wine

 

Though mountains are moved by your faith so strong

And you do the right thing and never the wrong

Though you sell all your goods to give to the poor

Is your heart in the right place, are you sure?

But is there love in that gift you are giving?

Is there love in the life you are living?

Check you heart, my friend, check your heart

If we have not love we are nothing

Check you heart, my friend, check your heart

If we have not love we are nothing

Let us love, Lord, let us love.

Change our hearts, O Lord, change our hearts

Let us show your love to the hurting

Change our hearts, O Lord, change our hearts

Let us show your love to the hurting

Let us love, Lord, let us love.

Based on 1 Corinthians 13 © 1993 CAVenable

May this bless you….

With the exception of some old hymn lines, I’ve never posted here prose by anyone other than myself.   But Miss Archer read this at a luncheon recently and it impressed and blessed me with its tenderness.  So with her permission, here it is to bless you as well.

The Willow Weeping

by Cheryl Young Archer © 1980′s

(used by permission)

 

She stands alone

Full of grace is She

She is the Willow Weeping

An interceding tree.

Her limbs are lean

Her branches light

Her heart is heavy

Broken and contrite

Her leaves are like teardrops

Flowing with the wind

Travailing from her very depths

As Her prayers ascend.

She recalls the very night

He knelt and prayed in a distressing plight

Of drops of blood from the sweat and tears

Crying out to His Father… “Not mine, but Your will.”

She watched and prayed… touched deep inside

While an angel appeared… twas pure delight -

To strengthen Her Tender

In love’s earnest fight… to defeat death … and rise victorious!

She was stirred by His breath

Warmed in His love

Sealed with a kiss

From Her Tender above.

A kiss of His blessing

Living waters that feed

Fountains of love

As their prayers intercede.

The music of her spirit

Dancing in the wind

Rising with Her Tender

Her most beloved Friend.

The winds of His Spirit lift her branches light

When her heart is heavy… broken and contrite.

She pours out her spirit from the fountain within

In a prayer interceding to the Heavens ascend.

Cheryl Young Archer is the founder of Mannequin Ministries and an intercessor in Houston, Texas. 

AGONY IN THE GARDEN

“I come to the garden alone….” This hallowed hymn always strums an emotional chord deep within me. It beckons me to that place of sweet delight with the Lover of my soul. “And the joy we share, as we tarry there, none other can ever know.” It is there that we enter the Holy of Holies and adore the One Who redeemed us by His blood. It is there where He whispers to us words of love. It is there that we know His warm embrace and the “kisses of His mouth”. But beyond the joy of sitting at His feet, there is a place of sorrow, too. There can also be agony in this garden.

At that Last Supper, Jesus spoke to His disciples: “No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not know what his master is doing. But I have called you friends, for all things that I have heard from My Father, I have made known to you.” (John 15:15) With whom do we share our burdens, our cares? Certainly not with someone who will use it as fodder at their next gossip session. We share our intimate feelings with a friend and confidant, someone who can be trusted with the treasures of our heart. So, Our Lord Jesus shares His thoughts with those who have nurtured a close, trusting friendship with Him.

On whose shoulder would you cry and pour out the disappointments and sorrows of your heart? Again, those sorrows would be shared with someone who was a safe haven, someone compassionate and comforting, and sometimes someone with wisdom for a solution. Certainly, the Holy Spirit is our Comforter and fills all these needs for us when we approach God in prayer. But do you consider that the Lord might also long to share His sorrows with you? Does He have your ear to hear?

THE GRIEF OF GOD

Could God Almighty and Omnipotent even know sorrow? Ephesians 4:30 admonishes us not to “grieve the Holy Spirit of God”. Yes, God knows grief. Yet ponder on this: Only one who loves can know grief because grief is heartache. God loves much and loves perfectly. Be assured, His heart breaks over the sufferings of His people.

Can you not hear grief in His voice over His people turning away from Him, their Faithful Maker and Provider, to idols? “Harlotry, wine, and new wine enslave the heart. My people…” Hear the heartache in those words, “My people”! “My people ask counsel from their wooden idols…” (Nowadays more likely wooden Ouija boards, astrology charts and psychics) “For the spirit of harlotry has caused them to stray, and they have played the harlot against their God.” (Hosea 4:11-12) Oh, how the Lord is grieved over the spiritual adultery of His people! Hear His anguish: “O Ephraim, what shall I do to you? O Judah, what shall I do to you? For your faithfulness is like a morning cloud, and like the early dew it goes away.” (Hosea 6:4) Hear Him pleading: “O Israel, return to the Lord your God, for you have stumbled because of your iniquity; Take word with you, and return to the Lord…” (Hosea 14:1) O how the Lord wants His misguided people to return to Him! Hear the never-ending love in His words: “I will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely…” (Hosea 14:a) [Italics mine]

The sins of His people grieve the Lord because He knows that “sin, when it is full grown, brings forth death.” (James 1:15) Jesus wept over the physical death of His friend Lazarus. He weeps as well over the spiritually dead – those separated from Him Who is Life. He weeps over lost sheep. He weeps over brothers murdering brothers with their tongues. He weeps over Jerusalem.

THE FELLOWSHIP OF HIS SUFFERING

Will you weep with Him? Do we only want to rejoice with Him? Are we no more than fair-weather friends? Are we willing to mourn with Him as well? Would we imitate Paul? He wrote:

“But I indeed also count all things loss for the excelllence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things… that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death…” (Phil 3:8-10)

Oh, we want to know the “power of His resurrection” but are we willing to enter the “fellowship of His sufferings”? Are we willing to lay down our lives and be “conformed to His death”?

On a small scale, we can enter into the “fellowship of His sufferings” through intercession. In Spirit-led intercession, we lay down our lives for others and for the brethren. “By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us. And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.” (1 John 3:16)

Because the Greek word translated “lives” in this text is “psuche” meaning “soul”, I believe that it indicates more than physically dying, but actually living our lives and being for others. Jesus lived not pursuing His own personal agenda, but only doing what He saw the Father doing which led ultimately to His laying down His body to die on the cross. But before that, He lived a life of dying to self, and lived giving of Himself to others.

How small in comparison is our sacrifice! Even in intense intercession, the grief we know is but a fraction of His! For so great is the mercy and love of Our Lord that we could not carry the weight of His burden if He were to place the whole thrust of His anguish upon us! However deeply grieved we are over the injustice and evil in this world, His grief is greater because His love is greater. When His children suffer, the Father suffers.

When we enter the “fellowship of His suffering”, we learn the Father’s heart. It has been in sharing the Lord’s grief with Him in wailing and weeping that I have glimpsed the height, depth, and width of His love. Who sheds rivers of tears over that which is not dear to one’s heart? The Lord displays His passion for us when His Spirit weeps. “The Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” (Romans 8:26) That Spirit lives in us! That Spirit will intercede through us, if we yield to Him. The Greek word for “intercession” here adds the prefix “hyper”, indicating “exceedingly abundant intercession”! Certainly, Paul is not implying any half-hearted prayer but prayer that is most fervent! And yes, it can get so intense, that it is unuttered!

When Jesus cried with agony of soul in Gethsemane, the Scripture records “And His sweat became like drops of blood falling down to the ground.” What hyper-intercession He must have endured! This was after He had already prayed “not My will, but Yours be done” and an angel had appeared to strengthen Him. (Luke 22:42-44) Yet then His weeping intensifies! It is my personal belief that Jesus prayed not only for the supernatural strength needed to endure the obvious imminent ordeal of the cross, but that He also agonized over US! Did He pray for the “multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision?” Did He pray for the “captives to be set free”? Did He pray for people to be “translated from the kingdom of darkness into His glorious light”? Did He look down through the halls of time and anguish over our trials and temptations and plead and moan on our behalf? Hebrews 12:2 states that Jesus “for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross”. We, the Redeemed of the Lord, are that very joy that was set before Him! Paul referred to those who came to Christ through his ministry as his “joy, or crown of rejoicing”. (1 Thes 2:19) How much more are we the joy and crown of Our Lord!! He bore the cross and absorbed the wrath of God upon Himself for us so that we could one day stand before His throne of loving grace!

COME TO GETHSEMANE

We are called to be Christ-like. God beckons us to “Gethsemane” which means “oil press”. There the precious oil can be pressed out. Indeed, hyper-intercession can feel that way. But He will not put on us more than we can bear. May we follow Christ and whole-heartedly surrender ourselves to this priestly ministry! May we pray the Master’s heart for the Israel of God! May we know the privilege of weeping with the Lord!

So the delight of the garden may for a brief time yield to the agony in the garden. But, this, too, shall pass and, suddenly, the weeping is over and the torrent of tears subsides. The Lord’s Presence is strong and sweet. He has shared with you His hurting heart and you have been plunged into the depths of His compassion and mercy. You wonder at His ardent desire for us and stand in awe of the God who is wholly, holy love!

(c) HIM/CAVenable 1996,2011

Yahweh Reigns!

Yesterday, it hit me, as I was singing this song,  how “the earth is quaking, shaking worldly thrones” is so happening in the nations these past few months.  I wrote this song over a decade ago.

Approaching hoofbeats, thunder in the sky

Light’ning flashes east to west, the LORD Our God is drawing nigh.

The earth is quaking, shaking worldly thrones

Conquered by Yahshua King, the LORD is reigning with His own.

Who can withstand the Day of His Coming?

Who can withstand His holiness?

Who can withstand the Day of His Coming?

Only those clothed in His righteousness!

//Yahweh reigns!  Yahweh reigns!  Yahweh reigns on high!//


His saints adore Him, raptured by His light

Casting down their golden crowns before such beauty shining bright!

Veiled in wonder, veiled in majesty

Awesome God of fire and light, resplendent in Your Deity!

(c) 2000 HIM/CAVenable

The Pearls of Great Price

He gently took my hand and led me. “Down these stairs… there’s something I want to show you… a special place … very special to me. I’ve been saving something for you … over many, many years.”

How romantic! It was so like him to shower me with tokens of his love. Yet I sensed in my heart that this was to be a very singular surprise for he seemed far too solemn.

We paused at the big oak door as he pulled out a key from a hidden pocket near to his heart. “Close your eyes, now,” he whispered.

The heavy door creaked open. He ushered me through the portal, one strong arm around me, and my hand in his. Oh, what a familiar feeling it was! So many times he had gently guided my steps when I couldn’t see – through raging storms and blinding snows and shadowy, fearsome forests. But he was always so able to lead me safely.   I felt secure in his arms.

“This … this is a very special storage area …” he repeated even more emphatically.

My guess was that we were descending into a wine cellar. But I quickly dismissed that thought remembering that he had already shown me his vast supply of vintage: row after row of bottles filled with the choicest wines. My lips had often savored with him the fruit of his vineyard. “My cup runneth over.”

We took a few steps inward. “Here we are …” he said. “Now, open your eyes!”

Was this a wine cellar? I was bedazzled by the bright sight before me. To my surprise and delight, there again, were rows and rows of bottles. But these bottles clearly did not keep wine.

There were shelves and shelves of bottles. Oh, they were too pretty and unusually shaped to be simply called bottles. Decanters filled this room – their amber-tinged glass adding a golden hue to the dazzling atmosphere: for shimmering through the flasks were myriad numbers of iridescent pearls!

“They look like pearls!” I gasped. “Are they pearls inside?”

My husband was beaming. He delighted in my delight! I marveled at the beauty locked up here in this secret place.

“But why are they here? Hidden away? I asked. “And just how many oysters did it take to make all these pearls?” I added teasingly.

“Not a one. No oysters involved.”

“You mean these beauties are artificial?”

“Oh, no! These are the purest, finest, most genuine pearls in all my kingdom. They are truly pearls of great price.”

“So where did they come from?”

“They’re yours.”

“Yes. Yes. Thank you! I love them … they’re gorgeous! But wherever did you find them?”

“You don’t yet understand, my dear,” he smiled. “I mean the pearls are yours! You made them!”

His bride looked perplexed.

He continued. “I will explain. Each and every one of these precious pearls is a precious tear that you shed … while with me in the garden. Remember that I told you how I cherished your tears? That I even put them in a bottle? I meant it, my love.”

He tenderly wiped a tear of joy from her eye. “Yes, even your tears of joy, I’ve saved. These are all your tears transformed. Your precious tears … now transformed into priceless pearls.”

Amazing! I was awed by this most thoughtful expression of my beloved’s love and care: to think he really had put each one of my tears in a bottle!

We stood silently together, hands clasped, for one of our endless moments, in this memorial he had built. It was a memorial built to and from tears: tears shed and hearts broken over prodigal sons. Now the sons had returned and there was only feasting. But we would never forget the hours we had shared in the garden weeping together. We would forget the pain, but not the closeness. Our mourning had truly transformed into joy and by some wondrous miracle – the torrent of our tears into cascades of pearls!

The lover of my soul turned me to face him. He held out a strand of pearls and then ever, ever so tenderly he placed it around my neck.

© 1995 HIM/CAVenable

Psalm 56:8; Psalm 126:5; Jer 31:13; Matt 13:45-46

Christ, You Changed My Yesterday

Some who revere the Beatles might think it sacrilegious to change their lyrics, lovely as they are. But their  melancholic lyrics  don’t resonate truth for me.  There is no “shadow hanging over me.”  Since Christ changed me and my “yesterday”and  since He is now “working all things together for my good”  (Romans 8:28) and  turning my “mourning into joy” (Jer 31:13), I was compelled to write new words.  So, here is my “redeemed” version of “Yesterday”.

Christ, You Changed my Yesterday

By Carolyn Anne Venable

Yesterday, hope and gladness seemed so far away

Now I know that they are here to stay

Oh, I believe Christ changed my yesterday.

Suddenly, I’m no longer what I used to be

There’s no shadow hanging over me

Oh, yesterday went suddenly.

When Christ’s love flowed in, washed my sin and shame away

Since He came to me, now I’m free from yesterday.

Yesterday, love was just a word I heard some say

Now I know that Love is here to stay.

Oh, I believe Christ changed my yesterday.

Oh, Christ, You changed my yesterday.

© HIM/CAVenable 9-15-07

Don’t Turn Away

I’m adding a new category called “Redeemed Songs”.  There’s some very beautiful music out there in the secular world but the lyrics do nothing for me.  So I’m writing new lyrics to the melodies.  This is not a new thing.  Many old hymns were written to popular secular melodies.

So I hope you’ll be edified by these new lyrics which can be sung to “Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina”:

PS: “YAHshua” is Hebrew for “Jesus”.

Don’t Turn Away

The Answer’s easy
Do you think me strange?
Let me try to explain how I feel
That I still have God’s love
After all that I’ve done
Oh, please believe me
All I could see
Was what I thought that I knew
I was blinded to what was the Truth
But then God touched me and He made me new!

I’m glad I let it happen
I needed change
Couldn’t stay all my life down at heart
Looking out through the window
Staying far from the Son
Christ offered me freedom
Changing my life, making everything new
He’s made a lasting impression on me
Though I never expected Him to.

Don’t cry for me, I have Messiah!
The truth is YAHshua loves me
Despite my wild days
My vain existence
God kept His promise
Christ bridged the distance!

Yet men seek fortune and men seek fame
But their Creator have they ever invited in?
Riches are of this world
And entice to desire
But they’re passing illusions
Riches aren’t the solutions
They promise to be
But the Answer is for all to believe:
On the cross, Messiah died for you and me!

Don’t turn away, come to Messiah!
The truth is YAHshua loves us
Despite our wild days
Our vain existence
God kept His promise
Christ bridged the distance!

Don’t turn away, come to Messiah!
The truth is YAHshua loves you!
Despite your wild days
Your vain existence
God kept His promise
Don’t keep Him distant!
God kept His promise
Invite His Presence!

Have I said enough?
There’s so much more I could say to you…
But all you have to do
Is turn to Christ to know
That His every Word is true!

(c) 12/5/2010 HIM/CAVenable