"COME UP A LITTLE HIGHER"
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Come up a little higher Just a little higherI am your SanctifierCome up a little higherCome up a little higherAnd I will give you hinds feetCome up a little higherI call My Bride unto MeCome into My chamberMy chamber of LoveCome and see My gloryMy undefiled DoveCome into my chamberAnd I will close the doorWhile the battle ragesYou'll be sheltered in My armsWritten by: Holy Spirit and sung by: Carolyn WilliamsInterpretation of prophecy through guitar musicSung in the Spirit during a worship service in Bluefield, WV in 1990
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Written by: Carolyn Williams (c) 1988 - All right reserved Art by: Dana Hanson - Lord Warmington StudiosI was extremely tired and sleepy one day and as I was lying on my bed, I spoke these words to my Lord:Lord, there are many things that I need to be doing today but Lord, I don't feel pysically or emotionally strong enough to do them right now. I just want to lie here on your breast, close to your heart and listen for you to commune with me. Lord, if there is something that you want to speak to me about, even if it is a rebuke or chastizement, Lord, I am listening. I desire to communicate with you, my Beloved; and Lord, if you just want to be silent, that is alright too. I will just lie here against your breat and listen to your heartbeat, because I know it beats for me as mine beats for you. We don't have to always talk to communicate, you and I; even the silence between us is filled with love, contentment, righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Ghost. You are altogether lovely, my Beloved, my Friend, and my desire is towards Thee. Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to Thy voice; cause me to hear it; I'm listening for your heartbeat.I felt as though I was actually lying on his chest and I went to sleep. While I was asleep, a storm came and I slept right through it. A bright light awakened me. When I looked out my window to see where it was coming from, there was a beautiful double rainbow just outside my bedroom window. I went to the piano and began playing a tune that I had never heard before and then the words to this song came to me:"NOW I'M LISTENING FOR YOUR HEARTBEAT"I listened for you in the rolling drumsBut I couldn't hear youI listened for you in the guitar strumsBut I couldn't hear youOh, but how I did rejoice when I heard youIn a still, small voice.(CHORUS)Now, I'm listening for your heartbeatLying on your breast, so sweetFeeling your Spirit close to meLoving me so tenderlyI'm listening for Your heartbeat.I'm listening for Your heartbeat.I listened for you when I was traveling aboutBut I couldn't hear youI listened for you in the loud shoutBut I couldn't hear youOh, but how I did rejoice when I heard you,In a still, small voice.(CHORUS)Now, I'm listening for Your heartbeatRestoring my soul completelyGiving me tranquilityListening for Your heartbeatNow I'm listening for your heartbeat.
Upon the dark and dreary storms of unbelief, comes the everlasting call of our Heavenly Father, from Heaven's reef; Likened to the deep and blasting call, from the horn within the lighthouse upon the banks of a far and distant shore; You hear the call, you see the light, shining out through the dark, thick fog of night; guiding your ship safely, gently home.As the lighthouse keeper never strays from the window of the porthouse at bay; ever looking out with eyes as keen as an eagle, so that no man is lost at sea; So does our Heavenly Father's eyes ever roam this earth, searching for lost and wandering souls like you and me; souls that have lost their direction through doubt and fear while tossed on lifes troubled seas.We must not look at the billowing waves as around our ship they roll, not let the cold, gusty, blowing winds freeze our souls; we must look through the storms and havoc that is all around our bow, towards the windows of heaven and that great light that shines from God's holy hill.O' Lighthouse of my SoulI see your light, I hear your callAs upon the sea of fear and doubt I roamPrecious Jesus, lead me safely home.Written by: Carolyn Williams(c) 1982
Photo by: Thomas Faunce by permission.As I gaze upon the fluffy white clouds gliding lazily along in the skies of blue, meditating on the rapture and how we'll meet our Savior in those beautiful clouds, I SEE GOD.As I watch a tall Maple tree with it's branches reaching heavenward as if it is aware of who it's Creator is, basking in His love as the sunshine warms it's being through and through, and the breeze gently caresses it's bough, I SEE GOD.As I watch the morning glories of splendid colors so slowly and gently opening as the morning dew and sun kiss their petals awake to a new day, that only a majestic, artistic, divine being could create, I SEE GOD.As I watch the waves of the ocean rush to the mighty shore in white caps of rushing foam and roll back just as quickly into an endless sea of unknown mysteries, I SEE GOD.As I gaze into the far distance and see the exquisite architecture of the mountains, and ponder how they seemingly are running an endless race to reach heavens heights, I SEE GOD.As I watch a newborn baby nursing at it's Mothers breast, cradled in her arms of love and see the smile of a Father lovingly looking on, I SEE GOD.Then finally as I watch a man, woman, or child kneeling at an altar of prayer with a broken and contrite spirit, then rising to their feet with a heavenly smile breaking through their tears as they are filled with God's redeeming grace,I SEE GOD.YES, I SEE GOD EVERYWHERE!Written by: Carolyn Williams(c) 1978(I was inspired to write this on June 11, 1978, while on a picnic at Camp Creek State Park, with my family.)
Kiss your chains, and they will become a key. This idea comes from the life of a very courageous Frenchman who was in the French underground during WWII. Somehow he was betrayed, and after a gun battle in which he was wounded, he was taken captive and thrown into prison. He wrote: Before I knew what happened, they had handcuffed both my hands to the iron frame of the bed. The hour which followed was one of the blackest of my life. How could I get through the night stretched out in this position: If I had let myself go and struggled, perhaps I would have driven myself mad by the next morning. It was clear that my plot to escape had been discovered, and as I realized my chance had gone, despair came over me. For a long time, I lay with dry eyes, turning over in my mind every possibility of getting out alive and assessing (judging) the chances, having made every sort of calculation; having peered into the slightest possibilities, I saw that it was hopeless. At that, something gave way inside of me. Left utterly alone with the wreck of my plans, I did what I should have done before. I turned my face to God and asked for help. It is difficult to describe exactly what I felt, beneath everything, beyond everthing, I felt myself humiliated and defeated. I had been so confident and now my pride had been laid low. There was only one way of coming to terms with my fate if I was not to sink into an abyss of defeat from which I knew I could never rise again. I must make the gesture of complete humility by offering to God all that I suffered. I must not only have the courage to accept the suffering he had sent me; I must also thank him for it, for the opportunity he gave me to find at last his truth and love. I remember the relief of weeping as I realized that this was my salvation. Then the inspiration came to me to KISS THE CHAINS which held me prisoner, and with much difficulty I at last managed to do this. I am not an easily convinced person, but even allowing for the state of mind I was in that night, there can be no doubt in my mind that some great power from outside momentarily entered into me. Once my lips had touched the steel, I was freed from the terror of death to me, now by kissing my chains I had turned them from bonds into a key. In the blackness of that night my faith gave me light. Peace returned to me and I slept quietly, accepting death which would bring me life.By Pierre D'Harcourt - Kingdom of Self(When we are drawn away by our own lustful passions - snares of the enemy - wounded - taken captive - we try to struggle to plot our escape which only brings torment, fear and greater bondage. We must learn to kiss the chains - offer it up to God - accept His mercy and allow death to our will in order to bring life.")
"Do not think yourself as wise, fear God, and turn your back on evil. Proverbs 3:7 One day as Jesus preached to a large crowd, he was approached by several young men, one of whom held something fast in his hands. Having heard of the wisdom of Jesus, they had plotted to fool him when the crowd was at it's greatest. The day before, they captured a small bird. One of the men planned to say to Jesus, "Teacher, what is it that I have in my hands?" If Jesus should answer a bird, he would ask, "Teacher, is the bird dead or alive?" If Jesus said the bird is dead, he would open his hands and let the bird fly away. If Jesus answered, the bird is alive, he would break it's neck with his thumbs and reveal a dead bird. The young man confidently approaced Jesus with his clasped hands outstretched and questioned, "Teacher, if you are so wise, what is in my hands?" Jesus quickly replied, "A small bird is in your hands." Somewhat startled by Jesus' wisdom, the young man continued, "Teacher, if you are so wise, tell me if the bird is dead or alive." Without a moments hesitation, but speaking in a solemn voice, Jesus said, "Young man, the decision is in your hands." (Socrates)
I'm walking in the Garden of GethesameI followed my dear Savior hereI'm bearing the cross prepared for meIt's meaning is so very clearI'm drinking that cup of bitter gallI'm feeling the baptism of deathDeath to self, that is awaiting us allEmptied vessels, to be filled with His BreathThe Breath of the Holy GhostThat sacred, sweet smelling oilFilling our vessels to the uttermostUntil there is room for no moreBearing this cross, that brings so much painYet seeing the joy that lied aheadKnowing I have nothing to lose but Heaven to gainReigning in His Resurrection power, when this flesh is deadI'll walk with Him into another Garden soonWhere no sorrow, pain or suffering dwellsA garden filled with all manner of precious fruitA garden my Beloved has tenderly tilledI'll come up out of the wilderness that is so barren and dryLeaning on His everlasting armSmelling with Frankincense and MyrrhCaptivated by my Beloveds charmHis Bride at last, His undefiled DoveUnited as one in this Garden of PardiseHe will come into His Garden and eat my fruit of loveHe will give me to eat of His fruit, from His Tree of Eternal loveIn the Garden of my Beloved.Written by Carolyn Williams(c) 1988