Song for this Holy Tuesday

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The Lord, our “Rose of Sharon”


Have you ever been halfway listening to someone ministering the Word, when all of a sudden something you may have heard multitudinous times wings fresh wonder and stops you in Holy Spirit revelation?  So it was when I heard someone exuberantly teach the other morn as he scripturally laid out various blessings God has made us heirs to…here and now…through the Lamb of God who was slain, our Rose of Sharon:

“He has made His very Name…Jesus, Name above all Names… to be our inheritance!” 

The Holy Spirit-imbued power behind His Name.  The Name that conquers not some, but every evil wielded against us.  Bought us healing and deliverance at the cross.  Softens the hardest heart.

Words filled my thoughts almost unbidden.  Words echoing the promise given to the disciples and thus to us who are living for Him:  My children do not nearly understand all that implies…  Live and breathe in My Name.  Declare my Name as your shield and buckler.  And you will do great things, move mountains, in My Name… greater than you imagine…

Since then, I’ve been pondering St. Paul’s letters regarding all we have been given as joint heirs  in Him, the staggering richness, the treasure, the glory we have inherited…in His Name alone.  I think… it must be as innumerable, as brilliant as the stars…and that makes me pray over and again, O Lord, open our eyes...

Then,last night, listening to the following song, I felt that Holy Spirit leaping within… a song for Holy Tuesday…for every day…  I couldn’t find a link to this gorgeous song, but thought I’d share the prayer of this psalm-based lyric as part of all His Name holds for us… (more to come this week…)

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  O Holy One

(Psalm 40)
Words & Music by Marty Goetz
©1992 Singin’ in the Reign Music/ASCAP

Sacrifice, offering You do not desire
But You’ve given me an open ear
When I’m cold as ice and bring to You things burnt with fire
You say, “Son keep your spirit clear, that’s all that I require.”

Oh Holy One I delight to do Your will
On Your Name I now look and with awe I now start
And lo I come , please write with sacred quill
My name in Your Book and Your Law in my heart

Faithfulness, Mercy and Love You multiply
And there’s no on who compares with You
As for me I was poor and needy, but I know You heard my cry
When You drew me from the pit so I could sit with you on high

Oh Holy One, I delight to do Your will
When You came I forsook all my need to be smart
And lo, I come give me wisdom and fill my name in Your Book and Your Law in my heart

You put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God
Many will see and many will fear
And men with ears to hear will know they must put their trust in The Lord

Well sons of serpents, hypocrites, Pharisees and Scribes
I’m afraid I’ve behaved like all of you
But a serpent raised upon a pole healed the twelve tribes
And a Son raised upon a cross is the healing of our lives

O Holy One, I delight to do Your will
All our shame Jesus took, Now we’re near not far apart
And lo I come knowing no peace until my name’s in Your book
And Your Law’s in my heart

And lo I come holding fast and holding still
My name in Your book and Your love in my heart


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Lamb of God, Love of God

“Father,”  I pray.  “I believe You Love me…but, I wonder, do I really know and understand the depth of Love you have for me alone?  Somehow, I think if I did, fear could never harness me…  Holy Spirit, make Your Words of Love take deep anointing root in me…”

I open to Proverbs :27:10 and read:  He who tends a fig tree will eat it’s fruit, and he who looks after his Master will be honored.

It’s then, I hear your returning whisper…

I make your life a tree planted by fresh waters, cause fruit to abound as you live and stretch upwards in Me. Lift me up and I will honor you. To walk in the Light of My Favor.  I send sunlight to nourish and replenish you, making your roots to sink down deeply in Me.  I am in your soil, strengthening and healing you.  Let your roots drink deeply of My Love. I want to paint My Love indelibly across your spirit, soul and body. The deeper you go in My Love, the more impervious you will be to the arrows of the Evil One. For I am your armor, your shield! Sing songs of trust in Me as I sing My songs of strength and joy and wholeness over you! 

        You lead me then to Zephaniah 3:17-20 and open the intimacy of Your  Eternal Love song  afresh to my ears:

I, the Lord your God are with you, Pam *
    I am mighty to save.
I  take great delight in you;
                                                              I  quiet you with My Love                                                                 I rejoice over you with singing
    Sorrows… I remove from you,
    They are a burden and reproach to you.
 At that time I will deal
    with all who oppressed you.
I will rescue the lame;
    I will give you honor.
I will give them praise and honor
    and praise among all the peoples of the earth
when I restore your fortunes
   before your very eyes, says Your Lord.

* [fill in your own name, for this is His Love Note to you too]

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…and to another heart-stirring song from Marty Goetz

that…oh so…  resounds Your Love at the beginning of Your Holy Week…as he sings

      For because of You alone, O Lord… “Your blood has washed me clean…Now I can praise You all my days…for through You… I am of God, Lamb of God !”

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May we offer all our praise songs back to You!  

(Click this link to join Marty Goetz, worshiping in his song, Lamb of God)


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How Excellent Is His Name

The Lord himself is my inheritance, my prize.

He is my food and drink [cup of blessing],

my highest joy! He guards all that is mine.

~ Psalm 16:5, Living Bible [Parenthesis mine]

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The other night, I was trying to remember the name of a musician and his music I once heard played on radio. He’d been singing a hauntingly beautiful, Hebrew-sounding song I recognized as pure Psalm – one that swept me back to days of my childhood and so many of our dear Jewish friends so deeply woven into our lives.  How often had we broken the Challah bread of friendship over laughter and song.  Sharing joy in our choirs, their cantors.  Holy God We Praise Thy Name and Adonai, Adonai...  They – sharing in our faith-filled occasions.  We – made honorary part of their Bar Mitzvah celebrations.  One or two who came to love Yeshua as their own.

Maybe that is one reason music laced with Hebrew flavor still captures me with it’s beauty, pours the Holy Spirit over me like water from a silver pitcher, stirs a lump in throat praise and sets hands and feet dancing…

Singing as David with hands uplifted…rejoicing in the Name above all Names…

Stock Photography - white rose of sharon. Fotosearch - Search Stock Photos, Pictures, Prints, Images, and Photo Clip Art   I closed my eyes and asked God to put the music title back in my remembrance.  When…there it came, floating back to me.   Psalm Enchanted Evening.  “Oh!” I exclaimed.  “That was it!  Thank you, Lord!”

Quickly, I logged online, googled those words… on the off chance.  Once before I’d tried to order it from the local bookstore, been told it was too old, obsolete.

But not much… it seems… is obsolete to You Tube.

Up came a video I didn’t know existed.

A psalmist after David’s own heart… soaring his worship on the wings of a live orchestra behind him.  Looking for all the world like a stage concert in a Broadway hall.  But simply exuding the presence of the Lord.

As if taking your hands to dance before the Lord with him, his first words sung in the Hebrew prayer of Sabbath melt into English psalm prayer on the wings of flutes and strings and horns…

And as my spirit danced along in worship, I knew I wanted to share it here.

I hope you will take time to let this beauty saturate you in His Holy joy as part of your Easter preparation…   Marty Goetz, Psalm Enchanted Evening (at a Messianic celebration of Praise):

  And to introduce you further to this heart stirring worship and lovely testimony of one who loves His Messiah,  a quote from David R. Reagan about Marty Goetz:

“In these days, we are in the midst of a [Holy Spirit] pouring out and revival of Davidic Praise Worship…and an opening of hearts to the Jewish people that Yeshua is their Messiah.  One very anointed Jewish musician by the name of Marty Goetz is  known as a modern day psalmist.  That’s because most of his songs use the words of the psalms.  In fact, Marty calls  King David his musical collaborator

He is not a performer, rather he is a worshiper, and as he worships with passion, he draws the audience into worshiping with him...”

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In this Passover and Easter season,

may we sing with the fire of Praise lifted up  …

O Lord, our Lord, How Excellent is Your Name!


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Misty Spring Harbingers and Sweet Arpeggios

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Ah…there’s a gentle whiffling sound of rain greeting overhead when I patter from bed to bath this barely sky-lit dawn, set the tap for soaking, slip into warmth and peaceful awakening.  And in this brief breath between Good Morning, Lord and work of my day, the light rain is a joyful harbinger of spring – finally on the brink – rippling softly across my words of worship.

When suddenly, into my mind  a familiar melody comes a whisperin’...

Humming, putting my own praise to this wisp of song, I’m trying to recall the true words.  Because when music steals into these moments, like fingers across harp strings, it so often feels like the Father’s oh so still voice speaking answer to my call.  Bidding me to hear a message winged from His heart to mine.

I roll different words of exaltation round on my tongue…but none seem… quite… right. It’s like I’m just…almost…touching…them.  Trying to catch His echo with slippery hands.  But like a butterfly note from a flute, it hovers and flits, elusive.  Until one fragment lights on my soul… and stays.

And in my spirit I hear the sweet tones of a voice I’ve known from  days when we used to gather for evenings of praise…lifting hearts and spirits…in that little room off the church on the way.  Times brimming over with His warm presence and the guitar of a lovely lady who wrote and sang of having “My Father’s eyes…”

Yes! I think.  That has to be it!

Readying for work, no time now to search for that CD.  But in this age of anything at my fingertips, I log on and google…  Jamie Owens Collins and the only lyrics I can recall…  My Jesus, I love thee…    

And there is this reminder of Easter beauty… welling tears of love, wellspring within me,  Oh, I hear His Spirit, feel the anointing of holy oil flowing across recording when I listen, join in…listen again…  thanking Him for this refreshing perfume of His presence to signify the start of my day.

And maybe… to share here with you…too.

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Opening my window shade upon the now budding light of morn, I catch the first robin alighting the delicate and bare-branched dogwood.  He looks a bit bewildered there… perched between snowy lines and breath-stealing frosty air, mist encroaching on his hopes.

But the swelling of that proud red vest to spring cheers me.  It is nearly here!


          Oh, I hear Him callClose your eyes and drink in this hymn to             Resurrection’s Love:


Spring flowers are in blossom all over.

The whole world’s a choir – and singing!

Spring warblers are filling the forest with sweet arpeggios.

~ Song of Solomon, 2:12 ,The Message



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His Good Treasure

Stock Photograph - Watercolor painting landscape with blooming spring tree with flowers.. Fotosearch - Search Stock Photography, Posters, Pictures, and Photo Clipart Images     A lovely promise seems to keep dropping into my thoughts lately, like a pebble that stirs rings of joy upon the waters of my days:

“The Lord will open to you His good treasure… and to bless all the work of your hands” (Deut 28:12 NKJV).

All. The. Work. Of. Our. Hands.

For some reason, tonight, those words make me remember two tiny, sweetly-dimpled hands I watched recently… my friend’s five month old reaching out on her own to cup her Mama’s face and bestow a kiss.

I see again the sturdy hands of a proud new papa this weekend, engaging his firstborn son in the gift of a new book, dancing fingers across the over-sized pages, purposing to make his child part of the hospital room celebration to welcome his baby brother…

And that same little boy’s hands playfully wielding imaginary swordplay at me (accompanied by swishing noises) as I tried to steal a tickle across his back…

When somehow… I think I find… God’s fingerprints… right there. Blessing, hand to hand to hand.

Picture - Beautiful Roses flowers, Watercolor painting . Fotosearch - Search Stock Photos, Images, Print Photographs, and Photo Clip ArtIn the truest sense, I’ve been praying this promise of favor upon the work of my hands lately. Asking Him to somehow use my hands, anoint them in ways that make others refreshed by His Light. His Hope. His Heart. In each word I write, in each pen & ink I sketch.

Not everything I write, or most everything I draw, will speak directly of Him…but I lift them up to His fingerprints. Remembering, treasuring the promise of Isaiah… I will rise my Glory on and through you… make you a light to set the captives free…  Even in the office work or nondescript of everyday…

And the other night, as I studied two recent drawings I’ve done, something caught at my throat as I noticed a few details that I know I did not consciously put into them.

Mill House Not really being a professionally trained artist, I will often just fill in shading of say, trees or clouds, this way and that, using my pen like paintbrush strokes, following lines as I think they should be but not really with an engineered sense of knowing this is the way to do it.

Oh, I do know a few technical things from high school art classes or somewhere… rules like, if you want to make something come forward in the picture, you put the dark lines behind it. But in most cases I am just trusting my eye as I draw… studying the lines of photos I may be using… and maybe singing a praise song or two while I work.  :)

I had been doing just that as I’d worked on these last two drawings… and praying for the people they were meant for. Asking Him to somehow make these sketches like a light of His presence in their homes in some way.

Now as I looked at the finalized pieces for like… maybe the fiftieth time… it was like finding those images you see in a cloud formation. I blinked. Looked again. Really? Was I just imagining…?

But no. Clear to me as anything, I could see something like the letters of J.E.S.U.S. in the shading of a tree. Not overly noticeable obviously, but it was there. Like a carving, on the trunk. I thought about how I’d just let my pen move this way and that as I’d made those lines, swirled up here, down there. And beside it, a darkened spot, like a scratch on an old tree trunk, in the shape of a small cross.

On the other drawing, in the fluff of clouds I’d drawn, I could see a shape like an Easter lily rising over the home, like a heavenly blessing. Again, not something I’d planned… but somehow it had evolved that way as I’d shaded here and there.

Just as though the Lord was letting me know.  My intangible  touch is on these.  In your prayers for another.  My imprint through the work of your hands…  I move behind the scenes in blessing, when you do not know…

Don’t misunderstand me… I’m not talking some crazy kind of ghostly phenomena here, or like God taking my hand and moving it around for me. I don’t believe in that. But I do believe that He does take the work of our hands, lead us as we work, bless it to His purpose, sign His initials to it in ways we may not even know… especially as we do our work as unto Him…

The memory of something I’d heard artist Thomas Kincaid often talk about stirred in my thoughts then. How he’d loved to secretly work his wife’s initials into hidden spots in his paintings. A sort of love note tribute to her. I’d always loved that idea.

Stock Photo - girl painting with watercolor. Fotosearch - Search Stock Images, Mural Photographs, Pictures, and Clipart PhotosA whisper across my mind breezed like a revelation of one way God blesses all the work of our hands.

Your hands that prepare dinner and put it on the table for your loved ones, even when you are tired and cranky or world weary. Your hands that sew something for another, or pick something up for someone, or brush a child’s hair into a fresh new pony, or slip an arm around a lonely shoulder, or file papers at your desk, or do one of innumerable daily tasks that maybe seem mundane. Or write. Or draw. Or move a puzzle piece across a board. Or tickle a small tummy… plant a flower… brush away a tear.

In. All. The. Work. Of. Your. Hands. And mine.

Look for My fingerprints on yours, He is saying. For I am shining My favor on and through you…as you lift your hands to Mine...

Hidden as initials of love notes on your life.

© Pam Depoyan

Let us look for His Good Treasure on the work of our hands!

Would love to hear how He is blessing yours! :)


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When March is scarcely here…

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A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you…

 ~ Emily Dickinson


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God, my God, how great you are!
    beautifully, gloriously robed,
Dressed up in sunshine,
    and all heaven stretched out for your tent.

~ Psalm 104: 1-3 The Message


A breath of spring,

a transforming light that shimmers across the soul,

a lilt of heart upon the breeze…

for you…

today and night.

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~ Me


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When you are feeling lost, unknown, nameless…

You shall no more be termed Forsaken, nor shall your land be called Desolate any more. But you shall be called Hephzibah [My delight is in her], and your land be called Beulah [married]; for the Lord delights in you, and your land shall be married [owned and protected by the Lord].   

                          – Isaiah 62:3-5 (amplified bible)

“Is your world upside down right now?  The Lord wants you to know His heart,” the radio speaker shared the other afternoon,  as he spoke of some beautiful moments of prayer in his congregation.

One was of a time when a young widow stepped forward in tears…sharing how she’d lost her husband after only 30 days of marriage…and asking prayer for her finances, peace and strength and hope to go on.   A collection began on her behalf, when another, older widow believed the Lord was directing her to put her own wedding ring in the basket.  She’d had a lifetime of love, now this ring was a sacrifice she could make to help another.

As people made their way forward to add their own monetary contributions, someone spoke up.  He wished to “buy back” the wedding ring, putting in a check for thousands and retrieving the ring.

That’s when the Holy Spirit whispered to the minister.  He took the elderly woman’s hand …and right then and there spoke words of a new wedding ceremony over her.  “The Lord wants you to know that you are wed to Him, His forever bride,” he said softly, slipping the ring once more on her finger.

As I listened, tears starred my eyes.  Words of a tender scripture the Lord has led  me to read several times fell over me again in that moment…like gentle cherry blossoms on a breeze.  

I call you Hephzibah, for I delight in you…and Beulah…for I take you as my own…

Then yesterday, I opened up my email to read a blog I subscribe to – Whimsy Smitten – and read the writer’s beautiful thoughts along the same lines:

“When you were knit together inside your mother, God made a pronouncement upon you. He made you something…  He did not pronounce you a cheerleader or a missionary or a pastor’s wife or a mother.

He knew those things might be part of your story, but He made you with a depth that goes beyond your doings and your labels. He made you beloved, beautiful, joyful, full of light or laughter or encouragement or nurturing. He made you someone apart from your circumstances. Without the labels, do you know what you are called? 

Do you know what your name is?”         

                                     - Cara, at “Whimsey Smitten”

Thank you, Lord, for the names of beauty and light that you speak over each one of us, and that no matter what we are going through, no matter how we succeed or fail, whether we are your son or your daughter, married or single, your promise stands:

“You will be a crown of splendor in the LORD’s hand,

a royal diadem in the hand of your God.”

  – Isaiah 62: 2-4


A re-post from April 2012, originally titled “What’s in a name…”

because I think we can never ponder His Names of Love for us  enough,             do you?  :)

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