Lori Renée Devey
Diary

"Tsingtao"



It has been 12 days since we first touched down in Pudong. This photo was taken the morning after we arrived on the 25th of March. We went to Jim’s office and Jim sat down on a chair that broke as soon as he leaned back. Jim’s boss said, “This is why we are here.”  

Our lives are falling into a good rhythm here in Shanghai. Last week I attended a playgroup that was introduced to me via a friend I met at the grocery store. It is amazing how friendly the expat community is here. When you meet another expat, it is assumed that you have very few friends here and no family in the area. They therefore do everything in their power to introduce you to people, networks and share information with you. I have yet to meet another expatriate who was not welcoming and informative.

Friday evening we ate at a fabulous Greek restaurant in Thumb Plaza. There are so many international cuisines here that you could live in Shanghai for a year and never eat Chinese food. Although who would want to do that? At dinner Jim ordered a Tsingtao beer and Jameson piped in with his first Chinese word and tried to order a “ding dao” also. I had been working all week with him to say “nehow” as a greeting and the first word he picks up is Jim’s favorite beer. We laughed so hard that the waiter did not know if we wanted another beer or not.

Yesterday, we attended
Shanghai Community Fellowship in HongQiao with four colleagues from Jim’s work. The church was held at the HongQiao Marriott where 3000 expats gathered together to lift their hearts and voices in praise.   After church we went to a Thai restaurant with Jim’s colleagues. It was fun to get to know them a little better. Jameson loved being the center of attention at lunch, but to my knowledge, he did not order another “ding dao!”


Thumb Plaza


We just had our Internet installed in our apartment so I am finally able to resume blogging. I am sorry for the delay, but as we are learning in China, everything takes longer than anticipated.

Our apartmnent is situated cattycorner to Thumb Plaza where this photo was taken.  I’ll tell you more about our location at a later time. This first week has not been easy especially with a jet-lagged 18-month-old. But we are adapting to our new home and even enjoying living here.

I am slowly familiarizing myself with our district of Pudong, Shanghai. Jameson is a celebrity everywhere we go. Everyone wants to touch him, talk to him and ask me his age. This gives me a chance to meet people and try out my small Mandarin vocabulary.

T.S. Elliot once said “The First condition of understanding a foreign city is to smell it”. We are certainly acquainted with the smell of Shanghai. Our apartment smells of garlic and onions, but once I started cooking and lit a candle every morning, it is no longer apparent. But, I can hardly say that I quite understand this city, not yet.


Sleeping Beauties


After 2 flights totaling 14 1/2 hours in the air, going through customs twice and spending a total of 24 hours in transit... We are tired, but we are here. Yay!

Here are the sleeping beauties that fell asleep in our hotel room before I even brushed my teeth. We saw our new apartment today and  I love the space and the neighborhood is convenient and safe! So no worries in that department. I'm off to take a nap since Jameson is finally out after waking us up at 3:30 AM...

Miss Lady



Our shuttle leaves at 4:30 AM tomorrow so we are counting the hours that are left to finish packing. Please pray for our health, patience, and sanity as we begin this journey. We shall miss Lady (or "La La" as Jameson says) but we know that she is in good hands.  It is not easy to say goodbye to friends and family, but we look forward to the adventures ahead of us in Shanghai.

Here is the scripture that was read on Sunday by a friend and elder at Creekside. I hold onto these promises!

“Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
Even there your hand will guide me,
Your right hand will hold me fast.”
Psalm 139:7-10

Orange you glad?



I was so blessed to open an e-mail this afternoon containing ticket confirmation to Shanghai for February 24th. Can it be true? It is a little strange that they are choosing to fly us north to Vancouver BC (during the Olympics no less) then fly us to Shanghai. But, at this point, I am just happy to have a concrete date, or so I think.

Another little blessing is that our orange tree is finally giving us some fabulously sweet oranges. Ok, so that sounds inconsequential. But, one of the things we love most about living in our house is enjoying two months of fresh and free oranges. So, yes, I am happy about both of these blessings. Jameson is also happy, as he loves oranges almost as much as he loves his daddy. In fact that is the first thing he asks for when his daddy comes home!  "Daddy! orange?"

It has been a challenging few months and I will admit that this journey has already challenged our sanity and even our marriage. But, ultimately, our faith is in a heavenly father who cares for us. So, the answer to my question of “orange you glad” is “I am glad indeed!"


Migrating move-date




Our move date was moved again, (as it seems to be migratory) to February 24th. The good news about this migratory date is that I now have the chance to sing a new Bellini aria at my voice teachers’ recital on the 20th. I’ll post more information on my calendar if you are interested in attending.

When facing a big life change, it is easy to focus on what will be missed. For instance, when we leave for China I know I will miss my family, my dear friends, my dog, western toilets, salad and speaking English among other things. I am, however, looking forward to living in the equivalent of Chinese Manhattan, not cleaning up dog fur, not doing yard work, learning a new language, discovering a new city with Jim and Jameson and exploring new musical genres and instruments. I am also looking forward to meeting new people while filling the blaring white walls of our apartment with colorful paintings, music and laughter.

So, here is a picture of the offending white walls. If you like modern, this apartment is for you. If you like cleaning up sticky finger-prints from glass furniture, this apartment is also quite perfect. But, I am happy to see 3 bedrooms, a washer and dryer, air-conditioning, a nice view and close proximity to Century Park (The Shanghai equivalent of Central Park.)

Upon leaving the States I will not have access to facebook. But, I will use my web-site as a blog and give weekly updates. We have many blessings behind us, and so much adventure ahead. It is indeed difficult to live in the present.

My verse for the day is Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

zai jian,
Lori



"To Do"

Where do I begin? I have been too busy, overwhelmed, or maybe to lazy to share my day to day life with you. It is time to change that! So I am taking baby steps to blog more often, finalize the album artwork, send the album out to get pressed, and plan for a concert to promote the album. Then, I need to revamp the entire web-site and begin working on a new solo project.

Perhaps I have forgotten how to blog because this entry sounds more like a “to do” list than a glimpse into my life. It seems “to do” lists are a huge part of my life if I want to get anything done besides my daily tasks as a mother, worship leader, friend, wife, neighbor, sister, musician, artist. Again, I need to stop with the lists!

Jameson has informed me that my time is up, he is done and I should be too!

Much love to you all!



July 28th, 6lbs 5 ounces!

Yes, it has already been nearly two months since Mr. Jameson broke into this crazy world of ours.  He is our delight and our joy.  The sleepless nights and soporific days are completely worth it in every way.  Jameson was alert and very vocal from day one.  The nurses called him "bright eyes" and a "little peanut" (they also said he was so loud in the delivery room that he must be a singer.)  But our singing little peanut is not so little any more.  On Thursday I will find out exactly what he weighs, but it feels like he is now a 12 pound baby!  Woohoo!

Jameson loves to coo, listen to music, drink milk, fill his shorts, sleep in the sweetest positions, look adorable and pet his puppy Lady!  We love to be a part of his life!  He already loves to listen to me practice so I am relieved to know that music will continue to be a part of our lives!

He also is a famous little guy.  His 3-d ultra sound photos were apparently some of the best around.  You can see him at www.3dbabyvu.com.  You can also see many photos of our favorite pumpkin at www.flickr.com/photos/lorireneedevey 

Here are two of my favorites!





3-d baby

I have severely ignored my blog and my web-site over the past six months, but for good reason! Jameson (yes, it's a boy) is now officially full term and I have 19 days until my scheduled c-section. It seems like I have been pregnant forever at this point so 19 days still seems too far away, and yet too close at the very same time.

A few weeks ago one of my students kindly offered to allow me to use her 3-d Ultra sound facility to view Jameson. The results are incredible, so I should show you the photos from the visit. If you are interested in viewing 3-d ultra sounds of your little one please do visit one of the www.3dbabyvu.com locations around the Bay Area. It was such an incredible experience to see Jameson in real time, moving, gesticulating, and clowning around.

Here are my favorite photos:




Everyone says that Jameson looks like Jim.  Ok, women say that he looks like Jim.  In fact, It think there is a specific gene that only women have that enables them to interpret ultra-sounds because most men don't see anything resembling a human being. 

The past six months have been a whirlwind and a miracle.  I have focused on keeping healthy (since I have had migraines like I have never had before) and on serving as a worship leader at my church during an interim period www.creeksidechurch.com.  It has been a journey of faith since the doctors who performed my spinal fusion predicted that I would spend the last three months of my pregnancy (May, June & July) in bed.  Luckily, God has sustained me and made is possible for me to lead worship every weekend since February at either Creekside or www.crosswalkchurch.com  in Sunnyvale. 

It has been amazing to find that God has truly equipped me to lead a team of musicians and a congregation into worship.  I have found it to be very humbling because I know it is not I singing, playing and leading.  I know that I have finally found surrender.  Although I find I need to continue that surrender every day in order to find true worship, God has showed me His will for me. 

Music will always be a source of worship for me, but now I begin a new chapter where I will continue to worship in a new way.  In 19 days not only will Jameson be born, but a mother will also be born.  In motherhood, I am sure I will find all new ways to surrender, be broken, creative and find worship through it all.  How can I keep from singing?

Love,
Lori

Eating for one and a peanut!

I've been ignoring you!  Whoever actually reads my blogs, I have not spoken to you in well over a month. Hopefully you are not mad at me, but life has been full of a few surprises that I am finally ready to share.

Two days before our big to do in Union Square I was feeling a bit nauseous and had lost five pounds for no apparent reason.  I was soon to find out the apparent reason was a five week old baby in my tummy!  Since this is my first pregnancy I was apprehensive to share the news with anyone because of miscarriage risks.  Now I'm almost out of that risky period and into the second trimester.

Baby Devey is due August 1st, 2008!  Woohoo!


 
So you can bet we're doing two things this year: finishing our ever-so-close-to-being-done-album and getting Air Conditioning!

Please pray for a healthy and happy baby to arrive just in time for whatever God has for his or her life!

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Poetic Musings
& Lyrics by Lori

"You"

I have dreamed of none apart fromYou.
I have loved no other one but You

Sell me nothing, tell me something real,
Hope in one thing, no one can appeal,

I have dreamed of none apart fromYou.
I have loved no other one but You

What defines you, who has made you real
How much has somebody paid for you?

Say good night,
And say a prayer,
And sing a quiet love song to You

L ~ © 5/8/09

“Worth”

Life is simple, sweet and soporific.
Nights are long, lucid and languid.
Days are hopeful, humble and humorous.

Weeks creap by.
Months sneak on.
Years... since we began to imagine you.

Smiles, giggles, coos spur you on.
Love is lucious
Worth dying for.
Worth living forever more.
L ~ © 9/2/08

“Aria Here”

Last night I lived a dream
A day in your life.
You played the moonbeam,
I lived in your light.
But, you needed one thing-
The melody of my motherly love.

So I will be the aria here,
I'll never let you go, 
Or let you know my fear.
Then you will sing the aria dear.
Then you will let me know, 
To tell me that you're here.
I want you dear.
I want you here. 

L ~ © 1/1/08


“Open”

How may I find a reason, 
To bring another life
Into a world of treason 
And never-ending strife? 

But in this co-creation 
I dare to say we’ll find
Ethereal elation, 
Delighting in a child.

I’ve opened the windows
Closed every door
Inside of reason
There is no one I want more
You’re my desire.

If happiness became me 
And hope was in the soul
Of scientific alchemy, 
Surprised by man-made joy.
But beauty is not rational, 
Though darkness holds the reigns
Of sentimental fossils 
Who hold the earth’s terrain.

I’ve opened the windows
Closed every door
Inside of reason 
There is no one I want more
You’re my desire.

So breathe another breath of life, 
Perhaps it is my choice.
Now I give it back to you, 
The dream of my own voice.

I’ve opened the windows
Closed every door
Inside of reason 
There is no one I want more 
You’re my desire. 

L ~ © 9/29/07


“Glide”

Why don’t you take the time 
To see what’s yours and mine?
The quest for the implausible.
Then settle down inside 
That fragile flower you’ve learned to hide

Say you will remain there.
Say you won’t forget me.
After all you’ve been through
The stars will realign as they glide.
They glide into the light.

Why don’t you choose to run 
With madness through the sun?
To laugh at the impossible.
Then let the answers go 
When questions that you know arise.

Say you will remain there.
Say you won’t regret me.
After all you’ve been through
The stars will realign as they glide.
They glide into the light. 

L ~ © 9/21/07


“Leaves”

My favorite color should be green.
Through frosty winter obstacles
It brings the verdure 
Back into the trees.
As though it never leaves.

What are the colors of the sea?
With ever-changing blue and gray
Reluctantly submitting 
Back to green.
As though it never leaves.

But black and white 
With shades of red You see.
Though black and white
With shades of gray may be
The red You shed 
Was meant to cover all of me.
You will never leave.

What are the colors of the earth?
It’s terra-cotta iron dust
That peaks until the mountains 
Thrust to thee.
As though it never leaves.

But how may I extract Your likeness
Without using dark and brightness?
Chiaroscuro is lost, 
Though You will never leave. 

L ~ © 7/22/07


“Changed”

Lately I’ve been looking for
Something less and nothing more.
Now I see that, 
Now I know I’ve 
Changed, changed, changed.

It started with a mustard seed,
Then I think I forgot to feed it. 
Now I see that,
Now I know I’ve
Changed, changed, changed.

So I plead with tomatoes 
And the flowered plants
“I’ve given you water, 
Won’t you give me a chance?
‘Cause I’ve changed, changed.”

And I look in the mirror, 
But I cannot see.
The child that’s inside 
Looking back at me
‘Cause I’ve changed, changed.

I’ve changed, 
I’ve changed, 
I’ve changed.

Lately I’ve been looking back.
Bending time like a railroad track. 
Now I see that,
Now I know I’ve
Changed, changed, changed. 

It started with a photograph
The ugly duckling can finally laugh. 
Now I see that,
Now I know I’ve
Changed, changed, changed. 

So I look in the mirror, 
But I cannot see.
The child that’s inside 
Looking back at me
‘Cause I’ve changed, changed. 

And I plead with tomatoes 
And the flowered plants
“I’ve given you water, 
Won’t you give me a chance?
‘Cause I’ve changed, changed.”

I’ve changed, 
I’ve changed, 
I’ve changed. 

Lately I’ve been looking for
Something less and nothing more.

L ~ © 6/29/07



"Solace by the Sea" 

I’m astounded,
And astonished
To be surrounded
By the Solace of the Sea

With the infinite horizon,
So redolent of brine.
And the emerald illusions,
In phosphorescent time.

The hush is roaring,
Crashing into peace.
The scent alluring,
Remaining out of reach.

I will go,
Then I will stay
The current summons me away.
Cacophony will fade indeed,
When there’s Solace by the Sea 

L ~ © 6/27/07


"Be Long"

“Take my life now”
How often I have said this to you 
In the press of time.
“Take my will now”
I’m lost until your Kingdom 
Finally will come, 
And it will become

All you’ve said
All that you have promised us
So shaken by the Earth, 
That I must

Keep waiting, keep loving, 
Keep standing, 
Wait for your return. 
You won’t be long.
Keep hearing, keep burning, 
Keep watching, 
Wait for you and learn. 
You won’t be long.

Send your sorrows
To journey, ‘till they travel 
To the end from left and right
Send your blessings
To meet you in that place prepared 
Beyond the reach of time.

All you’ve said
All that you have promised us
The season is at dusk so I must.

Keep waiting, keep loving,
Keep standing,
Wait for your return.
You won’t be long.
Keep hearing, keep burning,
Keep watching,
Wait for you and learn.
You won’t be long. 

Though I don’t belong.
You won’t be long. 
You won’t be Long!

L ~ © 5/15/07


“Where The Wind Blows”


Don’t take your dreams too far
Don’t take your life so seriously
It has led you well so far.

Do take the quiet road
Let it bend your path 
So mysteriously
In the depth of who you are.

Who you are?
When you’re aiming way to far
Beyond the scope 
And beauty of your earthly star, 
Your perspective will be there
If you will learn to dance the air.

It will take you where the wind blows.
Oh, the wind blows.
Let it tell you where the wind blows.
Oh the wind blows.

Don’t take your love too far
Don’t push your heart so furiously
It’s the wellspring of your life.

Do take a risk or two
Let is shape your heart, 
Put your fear at ease
Lose control to win the war 

Win the war?
When you’re aiming way to far
Beyond the scope
And beauty of your earthly star,
Your perspective will be there
If you will learn to dance the air.

Throw your caution 
Where the wind blows
Oh the wind blows.
Let it lead you where the wind blows.

L ~ © 1/31/07




“Refiner’s Touch”

Once:      
was rough, 

Now:       
smooth and pliable. 

Broken :  
doors & barriers of bronze, 

So:          
subtle in their placement

Breaking: 
through the iron bars 

That: 
soon become compliant.

Hidden: 
in a buried chest 

Which: 
darkness seems to own. 

Treasures:  
live and are revealed 

In:
hearts that have been torn.

I have seen this very thing
A miracle to behold.
Experience can always tell
What words can never own.

He calls us here, 
By name, 
Each one.
Hear Him if you may.
Rejection isn’t shame to Him,
But a portal to His reign.

L ~ © 1/29/07
Isaiah 45:2-3


"Stay"

I followed September
On a horse drawn carriage 
Through a quiet town
‘Till I wondered
Why your shiny white armor 
Seemed to luster down.
Then I found a little tenderness 
In the gentle drops of pain
To recognize our differences 
Regardless of the claim.

And I stay, 
Then you stay,
Though I storm, 
You stay.
Then I stir, 
‘Till I steep,
Then I cry 
‘Till I weep.
And you stay 
To breathe the flame.


I followed the lumber
Through a willow winding pass 
On a switch back lane
I would ponder how my glowing bride 
Would never be the same.
Then I found a little gentleness 
In the steady drops of pain
To reconcile our differences 
Regardless of the claim.


And I stay, 
Then you stay,
Though I storm, 
You stay.
Then I stir, 
‘Till I steep,
Then I cry 
‘Till I weep.
And you stay 
To breathe the flame.


Sufficiency is enough for me 
As the snowy blanket falls
And the grace that dares to cover me, 
Destroys my wherewithal.


And I stay, 
Then you stay,
Though I storm, 
You stay
Then I stir, 
‘Till I steep, 
Then I cry 
‘Till I weep
And you stay 
To be the flame. 

L ~  © 12/15/2006




“Closer”

I’m not afraid
I’m not alone
You won’t find me wading 
In that ebb and flow
Of the tide that’s coming round
I will surmise
I will endure, 
If thy will will leave 
Me waiting by the phone
Or waiting by your side.

I’m broken, 
But not shattered
I’m crying, 
Through my laughter
I have waited far to long to
Pass the higher road 
That takes me

Closer to the Father, 
Son
Closer to the spirit 
And the Holy One
Closer to the Father, 
Son 

I am loving, 
I am leaning, 
I am learning to be closer,
I wanna be closer, 
Make me closer, 
I wanna be closer, 

Closer…


I’m not enraged
I’m not alarmed
Though my days 
Are rushing past 
my own control
Through the sand 
we know as time.
I recognize
I sympathize, 
With those who serve 
The relentless hourglass
With a chronograph as God. 

I’m broken,
But not shattered
I’m crying,
Through my laughter
I have waited far to long to
Pass the higher road
That takes me

Closer to the Father,
Son
Closer to the spirit
And the Holy One
Closer to the Father,
Son

I am loving,
I am leaning,
I am learning to be closer,
I wanna be closer,
Make me closer,
I wanna be closer,

Closer…


L ~ © 12/8/06





"Time Telling"


Broken, of pieces in a telling dream

Of time, missing beats of consistent Metronomes.

Time
telling the days of your,

Telling old tales of previous followers

Old
records reiterate successful discipleship

Records reap a harvest of new souls who

Reap
miracles in the most forsaken land.

Miracles bring new life to endless strife, that

Brings
hope to all who near, The

Hope endures through the thick and thin of fanning, a spark

Endures
the warmth of a sure-footed mission, of

The savior, whose custom fit plan measures not what the 

Savior
gives each faithful child, but to

Give safety for danger & Joy for Fear.  As

Safety
permits freedom in the services of He who 

Permits joy, lacking no good thing.  Therefore,

Joy
invites a welcome guest this Christmastide.  Christ

Invites Merry peace into each heart and mind.

Merry Christmatide

L ~ 12/8/06



“Need You, So”

I woke up this morning to dream my life
But, I could not get out of bed.
I waited for your autumn sunrise.
But I could not get out of my head.
No, I could not get out of my head.

I have already forgotten words 
that seemed so painful then.
My memory is put on hold, 
and the records have been lost and sold. 
Now I need you so

But it is harder by the minute to stand alone.
And the longer I am in it, the more I know.
That I need you, I need you so. 
Yes I need you, I need you so.


My days of casting stones are gone
Along with writing in the sand.
They’ve been replaced by this introspection
On what should change in my own to hands.
On what should change in my own to hands.

I have already forgotten words 
that seemed so painful then.
My memory is put on hold, 
and the records have been lost and sold. 
Now I need you so

But it is harder by the minute to stand alone.
And the longer I am in it, the more I know.
That I need you, I need you so. 
Yes I need you, I need you so.

No More selfish little prayers for health, 
success and the rest.
Just loving, through my restless tears, 
abounding in love and patience.
But, I can’t do it alone 
so I can’t prove it on my own. 
Now I need you so.

But it is harder by the minute to stand alone.
And the longer I am in it, the more I know.
That I need you, I need you so. 
Yes I need you, I need you so.

It’s harder by the minute to stand alone. 

L ~ © 10/11/06



“No Less”

I am no better than the rest. 
But I’m not afraid to share my pain.
I have known happiness, in jest. 
But you have taught me how to love the rain.
I’ve seen your grace put assunder 
All fear of life and death.
I’ve felt your love and your wonder 
And I will settle for no less.

I want to be with you, be with you.
I want nothing more or less.
I want to stay with you to honor you.
I will settle for no less.
I bless you, bless you Oh my Lord.
Bless you, bless you Oh lover of my soul.

I was forgiven of iniquity. 
Though I have fallen hard in darker days.
You were forsaken for my emnity. 
Now old things are past and gone away.
I’ve seen your grace put assunder 
All fear of life and death.
I’ve felt your love and your wonder 
and I will settle for no less.

I want to be with you, be with you.
I want nothing more or less.
I want to stay with you to honor you.
I will settle for no less. 
I bless you, bless you Oh my Lord.
Bless you, bless you Oh lover of my soul. 

L ~ © 9/1/06 


"Master Minded"

Master Minded prodigy dissipates
In early autumn snow.
If left without development
& tragedy to know.

Polishing the treacherous edge
Of talent vert
Requires equality & treachery
In all her genius heir.

Breaking down,
Strength must equal strength,
Plus one.
Then smooth it further through.
With laughter to lay it on
In the sun--with certain reflection.
In it's non-absorption.

This master-minded treachery
Surpasses ambiguity...
The master of the mind becomes
The servant of simplicity.

L ~ © 8/29/06



“Open Door”

Up until now, you had a lot of nothing.
You just can’t say how,
But you ran out of something.
And you call this your freedom, 
Your reason to live.
But, for more than a season, 
You’ve been longing to leave.

And the sign says “We’re Open” 
So you walk inside
And you grasp onto something 
That will keep you alive.
And you pray from the other side,
Looking back to the ocean 
That has kept you from this door.
And you ask yourself once more,
How long? 
How long? 
How long has this been open for?

Just passing through every other Sunday.
Paying my dues for a chance at Someday.
And you call this your freedom, 
Your reason to live.
But, for more than a season,
You’ve been longing to leave. 

And the sign says “We’re Open”
So you walk inside
And you grasp onto something
That will keep you alive.
And you pray from the other side,
Looking back to the ocean
That has kept you from this door.
And you ask yourself once more,
How long?
How long?
How long has this been open for? 

L ~ © 8/6/06



“Sleepless Smile”

Time is gauged but never captured
In the lacey fog of distance.
Shadows fade into the future 
Laughing at our vain resistance.

Every breath will to turn to vapor
Then ask the air to dance along.
Countless sighs enchant the whisper
With the harmonies of sacred song.

Hold him close,
Your perfect treasure.
Tiny toes,
Inspire the wonder.

The wonder of His love.
The mystery of time.
The beauty of the one.
Creator of the life.

The life that beams inside the eyes.
The eyes of a mother 
And her new-born child.
The author of the sleepless smile. 

L ~ © 6/3/06



“Artisan”

Father of Lights,
Great physician
Author of Life,
King of Heaven.

We know that you are the only One
Father, Spirit and precious Son.

The Majesty of Heaven
Was molded by the potter’s hand.
My God is an artisan.
We’re the work of the Potter’s hand,
and our God is an artisan.

Pieces of me
Are echoes of you.
Shaped and refined,
Then glazed with the truth.

We know that you are the only One
Father, Spirit and precious Son.

The Majesty of Heaven
Was molded by the potter’s hand.
My God is an artisan.
We’re the work of the Potter’s hand,
and our God is an artisan.

L ~ © 6/1/06 



"Ever More"

Find rest, O my soul,
In the shelter of the most high King.
Find comfort, O my heart,
In the safety of your gentle wing.
Find peace, O my mind,
In the stillness of your quiet place.
Find joy, O my strength,
In the foundry of your loves refining fire.

Keep seeking
Ever more.
Keep knocking
On the prayerful door.
Ever hopeful,
Ever faithful,
Ever loving,
Ever joyful,
Ever More.

L ~ © 5/11/06 



"Beautiful to Me"

If I could bless you here,
With humble offerings of my tears.
Though I’m naked and I’m poor beyond belief,
I will wait on you my dear.

You’re beautiful to me.
Your face is all I see.
& Yet I stand in awe,
In the presence of my Matchless King.
You’re beautiful to me.

Now I look into your light.
I take a glimpse of what’s inside.
The heavens declare just a ray of how your luminary light,
Shows the beauty of your face.

I will wait on you.
I will wait for you.
I will wait on you.
I will wait for you, on you, for you are…

You’re beautiful to me.
Your face is all I see.
& Yet I stand in awe,
In the presence of my Matchless King.
You’re beautiful to me.

I love you endlessly…
Father you’re beautiful to me.
Endlessly, beautiful to me.

© 5/1/06 ~ L 



“Return to Life”

O little ocean, you say you were a pond.
A sweet lagoon where lovers write their song.
But then you grew, into a raging sea of animosity.

O Rio Grande, you say you were a stream
A careless brook where lovers laugh and dream.
But, then you grew into a rushing river of your velocity.

You’re longing for the day, when we will learn.
You’re waiting so that we’ll return to Life.

O noble fir, you say you were a seed.
A tiny sprout that children learned to feed.
But, then you grew into a mighty arbor or anonymity.

O regal rose, you say you were a bud.
Tomorrow’s hope to those who vow their love.
But then you grew into a climbing vine of thorny vanity.

Você longing para o dia, quando nós aprenderemos.
Você está esperando de modo que nós retornemos à vida.

L ~ © 4/31/06 



"Rented Days"

Every thought
Each faculty
All movement is borrowed time.
Every feeling
Each solution
All drops of passion--'twas never mine.

Asking for just two-pence more
Adding to your endless fortune.
Leased endeavors reach the shore
with plundered sails in motion.

Countless breaths &
Endless days
Striving to extol your praise.
Helpless dreams
Create the thieves
To whom we sell our rented days.

The thought was never mine.

L ~ © 4/27/06 



"Pillared Fantasy"

Dusty shelves explain the notion
In busy lives of artistry.
Cobwebbed corners stand in place of
White-washed-pillared-fantasy.

Are we here yet?
Or are we there?
Too soon to tell the tale.
Softly I will slip inside
This garb of Man's success.
Quickly I will dash outside
to see my soul's duress.

Dusty books who cannot boast
of recent days perusal.
Cobwebbed tools contain the past
for which I aptly chose them.

Priorities are tossed about
Into a layered dish
Of candied nuts and glacé fruit,
whatever you should wish.

But, dusty shelves proclaim the motion
Of busy lives through artistry.
Though Cobwebbed corners stand in place of
White-washed-pillared-fantasy.

L ~ © 4/24/06



“Faithful”

I’m too tired, too cold to be left alone.
So this is love. Mmm
I’m too old and to afraid to be left without a song.
So this is time.

Lost in a dream inside my head.
Feeling lonely instead.
Suited for splendor, nothing less.
Beyond the whisper of a guess.

Somehow the shadow of who I can be.
Resounds in vapors that wash over me.
The highest of heights revealing your majesty.
‘Cause you’re faithful, So faithful.

It’s so far, so deep when you fall inside.
So this is hope. Mmm
Finding solace in the flaire, when the moon and stars colide.
So this is peace.

Not just a figment of reality
Nothing can separate your love from me.

I’ve been running for my life, for some time and a day.
Now, returning back again to magnify your grace.
I’m faithful, So faithful.
When I know I have nothing to loose, I lose myself in you.

L ~ © 3/28/06 



"Won Too"

One is far too few,
Won by true default.
Wonder will ensue
One-hit-blunders of the vault.

Too much to anticipate.
Too far left behind
To safely navigate
Two avenues unite.

Three is more than company
Trios don't subside
Three-dimension subterfuge,
Trinity holds the light.

For why should we calibrate
Fortresses of yore?
Forcibly eradicate,
Four beats in our folklore.

L ~ © 4/17/06



"Redefined"

Fear of loss
Filters through
The crevasse of the floor.
The attic proves
To be your place to hide.
Searching,
Seeking,
Farther still
Into a chest of hope.

It is here
You will find it,
Clutched in
Restless hands.
Ringing into
Water vapor,
Escaping grasps
Of time.

It is here,
Your hope.
My Savior's tear
With failure redefined.

L ~ © 3/22/06



"Desiderio Domini" 

I'm numb to thirst
numb to hunger
searching for Your signs
and wonders.

withdrawn
from life I navigate.
blind to what is said.
I long to sit and celebrate
in the Glory of my Lord.

Desiderio Domini
Desperate longing for my Maker.
Desiderio Domini
this too shall pass,
be over.

why feel discouragement
allowing truth to fall?
why so heavy laden?
His yoke is easy
His burden is small.

Desiderio Domini
Desperate weeping for my Savior.
Desiderio Domini
this too shall pass
be over.

L ~ © 2/13/06




"Above the Fall"

Take comfort in my strength,
Ignoring all temptation.
Take solace in my arms,
Your final destination.

The circumstantial evidence
Corraborates with mine.
To calibrate the innocense
In the purity of mind.

I am here beside you
Shedding tears along with you.
I offer you a better way
That's written in the call.
I give you strength with one request,
I ask that you will rise above the fall.

Rise up
Buttressed by the word of life,
The rejected cornerstone.
Stand tall,
Set apart as Holy unto the Lord.
I ask that you will rise above the fall.

L ~ © 2/9/06



"Spoken"

Speak to me,
My heart is open,
My mouth is closed.
Clarity
Is not a token for the road.

I need your word
to filter all the noise.
I need you.
I want your light
to echo
through the choice.
I want you.

I speak too much
But I say too little.
I ramble on
In my psychobabble.

Speak to me
Like wind,
Like fire.
Not my will
But yours be done.
Speak beyond
My own desire.
Take this cup
That is overun.

Speak to me.
I listen patiently. 

L ~ © 2/3/06






























 

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