She Is Always Talking With God

She	gets a certain look in her eye, or maybe the pace of her breathing changes. These are the times spent deep in prayer
Is	there another like her? One standing in the gap, ready at a moment's notice to intercede for others?
Always	I've wanted to know the practice of fervent prayer of the truly consecrated to prayer and now I do.
Talking	with her about her prayer life face is both joyful and sad her thinking of talking with Father but also of those not noticing how
With	so many teachings and tools at our beckon call we have dulled the miracle that is ours to freely partake in
God	wants to have conversation with us and how do we behave? As if prayer was a chore or stale milk Shame on us. Blessings to the prayer warriors

Weep When They Weep

I've seen her begin to share praise,
even before the celebration begins.
I've seen tears silently run down her cheeks,
until their bitterness ends

Such is the convicted life
dedicated to intercessory prayer
and in fashion of Romans 12:15
it matters not when or where.

An example we should all follow
And rather our enemies we scorn
With them rejoice when they do rejoice
and mourn when they do mourn

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There Becomes a Gaze

There is a gaze that overcomes her face
As Intercession takes its place
at the forefront of her heart
and her eyes fill with wonder, mercy, grace

Its as if she enters a special zone
A place I don't think I've ever known
She stands apart and yet in that gap
I know that being apart is not being alone.

For she has been given a gift and given a task
On behalf of others, to talk with God and simply ask
without judgment or bias to station or pace
I see her do this all thru the day, it's not a mask.

We are blessed to witness in this one

unafraid to go where others might shun

For her, prayer is a calling and a conversation

Sometimes spontaneous, but never undone

Through Loving Eyes

She begins living each day with loving eyes

Smiling and offering me hugs before

Off to a walk 'n' talk of sorts

Upon her exercise machine she climbs

with worship music playing she goes

to a conversation with Father

She knows of my presence

But is embraced with His presence

This woman is to me a present

Different is she, a woman like no other

Unique are we, friends longed for

And God has put us together

I've not known her long

(Though it seems like a lifetime)

And I want to share her

Living each day

Through my loving eyes

She is a gift from God to all of us.