Waves of Glory

At first the dry.

Hands upon the sand.

Pressed down.

Press down.

Lift up.

Press down.

Lift up.

As first the dry sand upon your hand.

Then the wet sand upon your hand.

Then the sand stuck to your hand.

Then washed off by the flow.

One moment dry.

In an instant, in a moment wet.

For I have given you the potters hands.

No water necessary.

Moulded by your hands.

For my hand is upon your hand.

Let’s make something new.

Something never made before.

For I have a handle upon it.

My hands are upon it.

Like a flower it comes forth.

Leaf upon leaf.

Smooth and flat, yet with pockets of my flow.

You will see it in the spin.

Resting to one side, then in full bloom.

Yet there is so much more to my design.

Pressed down.

Lifted up.

1 Samuel 2:1-2 HANNAH PRAYED, and said, My heart exults and triumphs in the Lord; my horn (my strength) is lifted up in the Lord. My mouth is no longer silent, for it is opened wide over my enemies, because I rejoice in Your salvation. There is none holy like the Lord, there is none besides You; there is no Rock like our God.

Pressed down.

Lifted up.

Like a pump, like a fountain.

Pressed down, my flow rises up.

The more pressure the more it rises up.

A great unravelling, a great unwrapping.

Yet even the wrapping serves a purpose.

For it binds one blossom to another. For it connects one to the other.

An unusual design, an unexpected design, for an unexpected purpose.

Like a trampoline awash with my flow.

For the many connected as one, moving as one.

Multiplied impact.

Ripple effect.

Pressed down.

Lifted up.

Pressed down.

Lifted up.

For it rises before you as you rise.

It is lifted before you as you are lifted up.

Be lifted up.

For I am lifting you up.

I am raising you again.

Psalms 27:3-6 Though a host encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war arise against me, even then in this will I be confident. One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek, inquire for, and insistently require: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord in His presence all the days of my life, to behold and gaze upon the beauty the sweet attractiveness and the delightful loveliness of the Lord and to meditate, consider, and inquire in His temple. For in the day of trouble He will hide me in His shelter; in the secret place of His tent will He hide me; He will set me high upon a rock. And now shall my head be lifted up above my enemies round about me; in His tent I will offer sacrifices and shouting of joy; I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord.

Bursting forth across the land.

Pressed down, shaken together, running over.

Yes that is it, running over.

Making room for more, yet running over the edge.

More than you planned for.

Luke 6:38 Give, and gifts will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over, will they pour into the pouch formed by the bosom of your robe and used as a bag. For with the measure you deal out with the measure you use when you confer benefits on others, it will be measured back to you.