|KARI JOBE CARNES|
Desperate voices scream and strive in order to be heard.
You can see the veins in their blaring necks for fear of the invisible word.
But desperation isn’t a word for daughters because begging isn’t necessary.
When you are fed directly from the hand of your Father and sent out like an emissary.
There is an almost ghostly and slight descension the way you poise and lower like a floating lotus.
And glissade a skating flower the rivers surface power like a tranquil flowing poetess.
Unless the moment calls for the mantle of a seer and a warning from the wall to the city.
Than it matters not if the delivery is soft and the polish of the prophet is pretty.
I’ve seen your body tremble trying to hold in the broadcast boiling in your belly.
And almost have to heave it out to return to your center and once again be healthy.
You are obedient princess of the beloved and you are a rose amidst the brambles,
but you are also a sword in the right hand of the Lord swathing a broad path that untangles.
Making highways for the King to ride in on while you sing, and a sheltered temple to his host His presence.
A guillotine for principalities rallying the scattered princes and dropping the blade to carry out the sentence.
Your children will be Canyons in the shadow of the Mountain, and all the days of their lives be protected.
From houses of spiders and the clouded counsel of liars, every web that is strung will be detected.
Because they are seers too just like you, but I’m sure you have already seen that in your sons onyx eyes.
An assuredness and knowing, staring at beings that are glowing and then reflecting back to you what he spies.
I know it sometimes feels a curse to catch every wind across your heart because your clock ticks on the outside of your chest.
The proximity of your compassion is loud and augments like a nuclear cloud until it swallows up still air in the atmosphere.
But it charges it instead of destroys it with something more electric than radio noise.
That is calling us to war with a lullaby.
It puts courage in our bodies regardless of impassible odds because the Lord God of Jacob is our alibi.
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