Fountains of the Deep

The fire of His Presence kindles a new level of flame within my soul.

A light burns ever so brightly to extinguish the encroachment of darkness that has pressed in around me for days.

With my voice I cried out to the Lord; with my voice I plead for mercy as I call out to His name.

I poured out my complaint; as I released my trouble before him, my spirit fainted within me, and I began to sense how that He knows my way; one that cannot be seen through per conventional means.

“Not seeing through” can paralyze me. The log in my own eye eclipsed my view. The way narrows and singleness of vision forms in the way as refinement has it’s perfect work. As the camel with many burdens cannot pass the straight and narrow so these are burdens are unstrapped,loosed and tossed aside and I pass through the eye of refinement to receive the yoke that is easy to bear and light. Now I see the way through to the next step.

In the path where I have walked, there were laid hidden snares for me.

I looked to the right and observed that there was no one who took notice of me and that no refuge seemed to be found for me among men.

No one cared for my soul, it seemed; day in and day out, my plight seemed to go unchanged.

I cried to you, O Lord; and said, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”

You attended to my cry, for I have been brought very low!

“Deliver me from my persecutors; having neither face nor name, yet they remain to inflict pain; for they are too strong for me!, was my cry.

He brings me out the prison house; one of my own making, where I ground, that I may give thanks unto His name!

The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me, O Lord.

It is good for me that I am afflicted, that I might truly learn the ways of The Master. He walked this road many times and amidst diverse trials and temptations. For I wrote to you for many days out of much affliction and anguish of heart and with many tears, not to cause you pain or to seek from you gain on my behalf, but to let you know the abundant love that I have for you. That He has for you.

In the end there is but I one that I can truly abide and dwell with at a level and depth of intimacy that can meet the deep cry within. His name is Jesus.

The messages He shares with me in the secret place I spoke of yesterday; I today extend out and reach into distant lands perhaps that I know not of. He shows me that through the writings He has me to dispense; that this gospel does and shall continue to go forth. This is too high and deep for me yet today I feel the souls being touched.

Being nameless and faceless, I choose to remain, so that others may come to truly know and connect with the Name above all names; the glorious and Risen One and whereby be forever changed and nor more in their prison remain.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Worthy of any song we that I could ever sing
Worthy of all the praise that I could ever bring
Worthy of every breath I could ever breathe
It is all about You, Jesus!

The only One who could ever save;
There is no one like You, or beside You

My eyes in wonder are opened to You in a new way this day.
As You show me who You are, filling me to depth and core of my being; I am overwhelmed, consumed and enveloped in Your Presence, by Your heart for me.

Such a love, how can it be, that You would love beyond what I can feel or see.

Oceans, yes oceans of love sweep over me and their breakers overtaking me.

May you lead me into loving those around me in the same way,
That there not an empty vessel yet remain.

Author: Brian Molby

Living and serving from the love of Jesus Christ in the advancement of his Kingdom on Earth.

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