- Love waits, love dreams on and on and on -

All who see me will acknowledge that I am the seed the LORD has blessed.  Isaiah 61:9

Angelina Baker  (original by: Stephen Foster revise: Tim Garrison 09)
Way down on the old plantation that’s where I was born
I used to sing to all creation hoeing in the corn
And then I work and then I sing so happy all the day
Till Angelina Baker came and stole my heart away
 
Angelina Baker,  Angelina Baker‘s gone
She left me here to weep a tear and strum this ol’ Banjo
 
I’d see my Angelina in the springtime and the fall
I’ve seen her in the corn field and I’ve seen her at the ball
And every time I met her she was smiling like the sun
But now I’m left to weep a tear ‘cause Angelina’s gone
 
Angelina fly’s so tall she never see’s the town
In my mind she’s apple pie just lying on the ground
I hear Angelina sing the Fourth day of July
A sad song of a love that’s gone,  O’ she always makes me cry
 
Early in the morning on a sunny summer day
I asked for Angelina but they said she’s gone away
I won’t know where to find her cause I don’t know where you are
She left me here to weep a tear and play this ol’ guitar

Prophetic Worship is a phrase people sometimes use to describe various moments or activities in a worship service when heaven and earth touch.  An unction in freedom many times comes upon the worship leader who, following the leading of the Spirit, begins to sing out spontaneous words of praise, exalting God in adorations and declarations.  Often accompanied by new inventions of melodies and progressions - one voice, or many, ebb and flow, soaring with the freedom brought by the Holy Spirit as deep calls to deep and time holds its breath.  The musicians fall headlong into the moment and surf the waves anticipating the raise and fall of the Presence as the music stands remain behind, still reminders of the place from which we started – the music is no longer on the written page.

Attiude:

Happily ever after you poor in spirit
For you know all heaven is yours.
And Happily ever on you mourners
For you know all comfort and joy.
Happy the meek
As we posses the earth.
Happy in your hunger
For the taste of righteousness.
O' the joy that peace brings
To all the sons of God
Happily in the dark and in the face of evil
What can they do or say?
What they can not see
They can not take away.
 

When my fingers and my mind and my spirit flat fly over strings and keys the sound of heaven is released and the saints are carried up to heaven where they plunder the storehouses there and bring back arms and legs and eyes and ears and teeth and toes and fingers and hands and brains and spines and knees and ankles and elbows, hearts, lungs, kidneys, colons, bones and muscles.  (They also find dreams and visions and ideas and inventions, impartations and anointings and bring those back too).

And when they do come back and are sprawled on the floor healing is released and the lame walk and the blind see and the deaf hear and the sick are healed.  Wheel chairs are discarded and crutches and canes are left on the floor and bags of medicine are thrown in the trash cans.  Cancer is destroyed and tissues are recreated. 

When my fingers and my mind and my spirit flat fly over strings and keys even the curse of old age is reversed.  Old people are made new and their eyes see clearly, ears hear perfectly, their hair grows back and their skin in soft and flexible and supple.  Their energy returns and their blood sugar levels are normal.  Their memories are better than ever and their bones are not brittle and the marrow of their bones produces perfect blood.  Cholesterol levels are perfect and genes and enzymes are recreated to cause newness of life to flow in accordance to the fact that we are a new creation in Christ Jesus.

All of this is to the praise of Gods glorious grace and to increase of His Kingdom.  In Jesus Name.  Amen.

My mind is a garden whose soil God has blessed to produce a harvest 7 times in a season