A Poets Tea Room @ The Lord's Rain

Poetry Of
Pat Worrell

Bondage
Burning Flame
The City of Destiny
Holy Hill
The Meadow Of Heavenly Rain
Play Time
Surrender
Threads in Time

Bondage

I sit in the night

Yet I am not afraid

My spirit shines

In radiance of light.
I watch because

I cannot find

Satisfaction anywhere

But inside of Him.
I cannot be free

Unless I am bound

Until I'm found

In His heart
He lifts hands

Opens and releases

And we fly

Into each other.
One at last

Wound in praise

Bound in Word

Lovers
We gaze into

One another's eyes

Only Him

Only me
Creator and

Created one

Yet more

Much more
Hearts in love

Love of one

Love of another

Inseparable forever.
Freedom came

As a bond

Bound

To Him.

Fly~

Burning Flame

I have anointed you with prophet's ear
And with spiritual sight you see.

Stretch beyond man's capability
Into timeless places with Me.

Corridors through time,
Stepping stones through space,

Into stillness absolute,
My heart keeps the pace.

Marching, whirring, floating,
Spinning free in time,

I capture a word here and there
And mold them into rhyme.

Ever free they fall
Like apples from a tree,

From the corridors I listen through
They fall right out of me.

I see a river flow
From paper to endless sea,

For I am but His conduit
Who speaks forth what he sees.

Floating on the air they come
Through a tiny rip in time,

And tumble onto paper
Through a pen of mine.

Sometimes mine, sometimes His,
But precious all the same,

For the psalmist has a gift
And a mighty name,

That lives within his heart
With a burning flame

And a hunger pulling him
No heart can contain.

I saw Him one day hanging,
I saw the veil rent.

Then the words came tumbling,
Into my heart they went.

To be heated with a flame
'Til I can hold no more

And volumes come spilling out
While my spirit searches for more.

Through corridors of time
Anointed words pour in,

Filling me with the Spirit
And I'm free to write again.

The City of Destiny

He who was and is to come and forever shall always be,
Stands within me before the gate of human destiny.

The city behind us moves timelessly, it's power I can't comprehend.
Against the night we stand firm, against what would come in.

The gate is huge~and though we don't seem to be,
Not one thing ever created can get past us for you see,

The law was set in motion and from endless time it rides
And fills the empty spaces where I cannot reside.

The guard and He stand alone and watch the stars drift by,
And ever present in the background, the city's gentle sigh.

Something here this night was given birth but as yet cannot be seen,
The pureness of the vision rises spotless and so clean.

Then I fly away in the sky to destinations unknown
Through the starry night and past my heaven's home.

Yet all the while I stand with Him and listen so softly
For a watchman is what I'm called and a watchman I'll ever be,

Until that day I am released and then I'll be free to soar~
Amongst the starry, starry night a little past my heaven's door.

Dreamers dream and writers write and Spirit softly calls,
And watchmen wait and listen at the gate of cities walls.

As He and I we stand, I think about the things we write
And listen so very carefully into the distant night.

"Tell them to come along." He says, "before another day is done,
And drift across the heavens with the Father, Spirit and the Son.

Put your busy things away and listen deep inside,
For you are the Temple in which I do reside."

He and I we stand the watch, the city softly hums,
We listen to the future as steadily it comes.

I stand the watch and yet I fly, a paradox you see,
"Come along and join us," says the one who set me free.

The dreamer dreams, the writer writes, and Spirit gently woos~
As He waits so ever patiently with hungry heart for you.

Holy Hill

High up on the holy hill, far from the traveled road,
Is the place of solitude where all cares lose their hold.

They slip and fall away and are swallowed by the earth.
They leave a place of vacancy where rhyme is given birth.

Silently the fire falls in the form of holy rain,
Silently I wait and watch for quietness is gain.

Gain and entrance to the heart of God, the one of endless love,
Raining down the holy fire silently from above.

In this place of meditation where beauty blooms endlessly,
I sit and wait with upturned hands and face and accept what He's done for me.

Fire soaks my earthly body penetrates to my core.
With the voice of my soul I cry out, "Father God, give me more."

"Accept more my child," is the answer I receive from on high.
With understanding and new eyes I watch as the hours dance on by~

I see dreams of days gone by and futures come to pass,
I feel nature grow around me in the trees and in the grass.

How could anyone worship the creation, I wonder, then the thought flits away,
Consumed by the holy wind, who comes along to say~

"The wind of change is stirring, a mixing in the deep,"
And all the while the holy rain falls as the heavens weep.

In the place of 'I Am' high up on the holy hill,
The one who is love wonders when you, my child, will~

Yield your all and all to Him, yield your very soul
To the seeker of your heart and the only one who'll ever know.

He has every answer that you need, He holds it in His hand,
In the place of meditation where wind and fire blow across the land.

I sit here and I watch me, watching me again.
I watch the holy fire fill my upturned hand.

I gently blow it from my hand, set it free upon the air~
You could catch if you like to for it's really everywhere.

Come with me to the land of quiet up on the holy hill,
We'll be saturated by the rain of holiness and never get our fill

The Meadow Of Heavenly Rain

In a busy meadow beyond the forest floor,
The seed runs about and sings, "God, let the Glory pour."

The former and the latter rain is falling all the while,
The Lord watches the children, on His face a wondering smile.

"I wonder why they try so hard," He says, "for something they possess?
When will they stop and see that I'm right here and quit this endless quest?"

The rain falls in the meadow but doesn't penetrate the shell
Of the busy seed who's praying, "Oh, Lord when will you fill?"

"I'm right here inside of you," the Glory tells them once again,
"You can not earn my holiness or get it from a friend.

All the rain you ever need is at the flowing brook
Right here inside of you, my child, if you care to look."

The rain continues falling in the meadow by the forest floor,
The Father waits and watches for a open door.

The church cries out, "Oh Father, fill our hungry souls,"
As they run here and there looking for one who knows.

"Be still and know that I am He, be still and let the river flow,
Stop and dissolve the hardened shell so the seed can grow."

I hear the seed still singing, 'Oh let the river flow,'
I watch the strands of time twist and turn deep within my soul.

The watcher wonders how much longer as the months and years rush by~
The heart of man cries out for a crop as Jesus gently sighs.

Poets write, dreamers dream, Glory falls and seeds run all around,
The Father waits and watches for the fruitful field of His ground.

End times knocking at the door, prophecy flows ever on~
A dying world can't hear it's cry or see how much life is gone.

The still, small voice, keeps calling in the meadow just down the way,
It's time, my friend, for us to listen and put the busyness away.

Time to quit running here and there and chasing after man,
Time for us to listen to the only One who can

Show us what to do here in the final days and nights,
Show us how to receive the raining Glory and to take to flight.

"Oh, come fly away with me, I'll lift you on the holy wind~
Be still and know that I am He and we will be one again"

Play Time

Have you ever jumped from a cloud inside a drop of rain?
Split into a thousand pieces as you splatter upon a window pane?
Evaporate and do it again?

Have you ever glided through space on a ray from the sun?
Laughed in delight as you bounced off someone?

I swing in the heavens holding a note,
Marvel with joy as I effortlessly float.
Wave to the people far below,
Whisper to God as I go.

I ride on the air through the cell to a phone,
Tickle the ear and touch a funny bone.
Have a good time, laugh all the while
Touch your heart with joy through my smile.

I gently touch hearts, painting things I see,
Put onto paper the things Father shows me.
I sing praises to God with a voice lifted high,
See the joy of my Father, hear his precious sigh.

I push many clouds into a great heap,
Snuggle deep into them when it's time to sleep.
I count it all joy as I laugh and I play,
Let mirth flow through me most of the day.

You're welcome to play, life's meant to be fun,
If your looking for me, I'll be with the Son!

Surrender

Heavy clouds are blowing, though the Glory is shining through
The rays warm and cloak me and penetrate my seeking heart.
Many years I have sought the solace of knowing peace within.
How many nights have I yearned for serenity and that peace again?

I have always known that I was never made to live alone
For I have this seeking and longing within that is ever pulling.
At times rest seem unattainable or just outside my reach,
Still I seek once more for the answer or for someone to teach.

You see I know beyond a shadow of any doubt
The answer is obtainable and not truly hidden nor hard to understand.
Acceptance of eternal love is free and requires no work at all
But a simple answering of the Father's call.

Who am I to think I have to earn the Master's love?
I have nothing to offer that can be holy or as pure as Him.
So here I stand in the warm rays of Glory as they fall
And surrender myself to the Master's call.

Threads in Time

The gathering of forces has begun,
Threads spin off in the night,

I'll soon be coming
And set the wrong to right.

I'll move in fire of holiness
Upon the stormy sea,

Of mighty words a-spoken,
Yes, the words of prophecy.

Look for me with expectancy,
As flaming fire I come,

For the day is fast approaching,
Yes, the time is almost done.

I'll be coming back
Like a blinding light,

Blazing across the land,
Consuming the things of night.

Purity has a glorious sound
As across the land it flows~

Tell them to repent
For the fire will soon glow

And carry the church away,
For the end is drawing near.