A thread of Blain's Psalms

The earth trembles and dust scatters a great quake has been spoken of, not one of shifting earth but of the voices of joy in the heavens. For lo and behold a great stone has been moved and the Lords glory is revealed.
A great mystery has been shown, a wonder is now revealed. Like the dawn of a new days light the son has risen and as the setting of the evening star death has fallen. Tremble O morning star for your demise in nigh the king has truimphed and taken your reign.
Howl in fury o hades for his chains are severed and his life has triumphed. Was it not foretold? have you not heard? The king of kings is the word of God and the lord himself has spoken, for on the third day as prophesied resurrection would be the days name.

For the father is pleased with the son and the son in him, how the son honors the father with his works and fuldilled promise. No longer will the veil remain intact, no more shall the chains of death have grip. Shout with joy all you nations for a great wonder has come, sing and make the earth tremble all you voices in the heavens for joy and everlasting is here.

Fall all you demons and bow before the Lord for your folly has lost, lift your heads O cherished ones for your sins are no more. We sing our praise in unity as thunder across the heavens, we shout with power in the glory of our Lord. Such beauty and majesty is our king, such power in his humility is our Lord. Can you feel it father? can you hear it our beloved? the voice of our souls shout your honor and glory, our hearts are ablaze in our prases to you our king.

Let our voices shake the very heavens themselves let the songs of our hearts both in heaven and earth deafen every ear, let the fire in our souls sear the hearts of all both saved and lost. For a new day has dawned and a phoenix rises from the ashes, a kingdom is formed a family once separated is unified. The sacredness of the covenant is is without measure, the blood of such purity is the seal.

Blessed is he who was slain and precious is your name everlasting

For the wounded and broken heart and the small and weak, for those who this world has persecuted and has tormented My words go out to you. I hear your cries and your pain shrieks to my ears, your tears fall into my hands overflowing and your scars tear at my heart. My child I am not unaware of how the world has damaged you, you cry in anguish believing you are alone yet it is my hands that catch your tears. You call out to me in anger and pain believing I do not hear yet without your knowing my arms are all around you.

You do not believe because you do not see you deny because you cannot feel you reject because you cannot hear my voice as you cry out in desperation. Oh my precious child if you would only be still and know that my voice is one of stillness and peace like a gentle steam of glistening waters or the gentle breeze of the oceans winds. My love and my presence has always been with you yet you did not perceive because you did not know how. Seek me out dear child in the calm of the day, be still at night and listen with your heart for my voice will reach you. I am the light that glistens at the horizon at dusk and I am the star that shines at dawn, I am the alpha and I am the omega, I am your comfort and I am your strength.

Seek me out my beloved and your wounds will be mended and healed, Embrace my open arms and you will know the richness of my love and care. The world has not understood you and has filled with you fear and pain sadness and self loathing, it has ripped your heart again and again and has beaten your soul with bruises abound. But my rage will come against all the evil that has dared to harm my small lambs and every wound and every scar will paid back ten fold. I beg of you little lamb do not give up and seek me out for you are destined for greatness and honor, in your meekness I will enrich you with strength you cannot fathom, in your brokenness I will fill you with perfection in your barrenness my love will overflow unending.

Lift you head little one and look in my eyes, wipe your tears and hear my words, I have chosen you to be my warrior and it is you that my glory and honor will reside. You will know and receive my kingship and your light will burst through the darkness with no reservation. You do not see it and you do not know it but it is you who will be my hands and it is you who will walk my steps, for you will also be my tongue and you will be my chosen. Arise and stand believe in me and be strong, let my words penatrate and break through the walls you have built, let my fire burn into your heart and let my spirit pour through the dam of your soul.

Never forget that you are mine and you are loved beyond what you can understand

Absolutely beautiful!!! The words you write pour straight from the heart of God into the reader's soul!

Write another one!!!

I am so personally touched by this. Oh my, I kid you not, tears as this resonates. I felt the Love of God in every word. It was so personal, so deep, and heartfelt, brother. Please please get these published. Blain, you have me feeling understood and wanting me to rise in His victory. I tell you how your words affected me, knowing I am not the only one. You have a gift. As just another blood bought member of the family, I want you to know... You sincerely encouraged and inspired me with your eloquent gift from God.

Believe me it touched me beyond words as well, as I said in my earlier post I was in tears of joy even after I wrote it thanking father over and over again for allowing me to honor him with such words on this day. to be honest I actually didn't know what to write but I know that he will use me and place the words to speak on my heart. He always does this with my psalms and I always pour my heart into them but this time was different I wanted so badly to write something special for him, something specifically for this day and so I begged him to give me the words to speak and just like that it is like my heart opened a door and and there was fire in my heart and it is like that fire flowed into and embedded itself into every letter I typed.

There actual power in it and I felt everything I described in the poem on an immense level and when I say power I mean actual power I have only felt the power of God once but in this instant his power was flowing like a stream of fire into the words. I have never written anything that made me weep in joy before and I was so honored and grateful.

I would publish these psalms if I could but I wouldn't have any idea how and I don't know a publisher

@Deade might be able to give you pointers in the publishing arena. Wow Blain, it is quite the testimony you share even in you sharing what happened in pouring out your heart as you write. Powerful!!!!


Heavenly Sacred Father, in Jesus name, thank you for the gift you have given Blain. Please continue to work in and through him. Father God, please open the doors that he may continue to be a vessel for You, bringing Glory and Honor to You. Thank you so much, our Heavenly Master, we give You all the Praise. Amen.

Again father the late night calls me and the hour of stars beckons my soul. Rest is my bodies want yet my heart is to full. I ponder of the things of God and my pen itches, For I feel inside this heart stirring as it searches for the king.Oh to relish in the hunger as the pain of the longing cuts and bleeds, For you my lord have heard my soul as it weeps in such longings as the pain of the distance brims and overflows. The tears that sore my eyes are filled with the deep intimacy and craving, the pain not being one of sadness tortures and yet heals me.

For the pain is a different kind of pain, as you yourself have felt in your mourning over Israel. I see in mt minds eye the heart of which I seek as I reach out for it to know it and have it, but alas it is ever beyond my reach as if it is mine to grasp and yet it is not so, how it taunts me and how it is ever before me. In the day I search for it, in the night I speak to it, in my dreams I chase it.

How beautiful and how wonderful is this heart I seek, it whispers it's love for me and I speak it's name. A game we play of father and child for it is his favorite game. in the realm of heaven that resides in my heart we play day and night but alas he is a clever one a fox is he for he is cunning. I search and find but he hides once again he is very good at the game we play.

He is an elusive one but as the fire in my eyes burn I speak my resolve, to him I say I will find you and he laughs a hearty laugh. For he cherishes a child who seeks him with such vigor and childlike in nature is one who does. For this child made a proclamation at the start of the game written in stone were his words, your heart shall be mine he says and with a smile as if accepting his challenge the father says come find me.

Run and hide while you can my beloved ready set go

Oh yes, I know the game you speak of.... Even though He hides from our view, we are never hidden from His. Oh how the Father loves to play with us.....He loves to hear our giggles and laughter.... He loves to see our joy when He allows us to find Him....

I usually do a "happy dance" with much laughter and tears of great joy! LOL!

Oh Blain, you MUST keep writing! All of us enjoy the words that drip from your pen as honey from the honeycomb....God speaks to us, so intimately and so lovingly and tenderly..... God has blessed you and made you a blessing to others!

The breath of living water and the serinity that calms and soothes... I ponder and soak in these things as it washes over my heart. To swim in these waters with him forever is my need, to wonder at the beauty of it's brilliance is my cry. And I hear a voice in my soul to pick up my pen once again and in a dream I have gone.

I stand in a place I know not and yet as if my soul has always known, familiar is this place but I cannot recall it. A lush garden of flowers more vibrant than I knew they could ever be, a dield of blades deep green and softer than silk on my feet. A river of honey glimmering in the light of the sun, a pond of water that shines with life and trees of abundance bearing such fruits I have never seen. My tongue waters and my eyes are stunned, to taste the fruits which these beautiful trees show in pride... and yet I hesitate for my soul knows to taste even on drop of their juices then to crave anything on earth would be no more.

And in in instant as a flash of lighting I am standing before the king, he beckons me to sit with him and be still.
As we sit together he pulls out fine looking oils, fragrances and spices and lavender, With a gentle hand he adorns me with each one with such care and love in his doing. I look into his gentle loving eyes and protest and he stops to listen and I speak. My Lord says I please do not for I am not worthy, it is you that must be delighted with such things by my hand your servant, For you are my beloved and cherished one and my betrothed to be.

The king stares for only a minute and laughs a hearty and playful laugh as if I said something that amused him, he sees my confused eyes and speaks. My child, my dear child why do you think I do this? Have you forgotten about the wedding of the lamb? He spoke this with such joy in his words and my heart races, my soul jumps higher than the moon inside me.

Come he says to me, let me show you and together hand in hand we walk. And then as it were before me a place of wonder, a wedding of the most brilliance and beauty achor of hundreds of thousands singing with such lovely songs. A table of magnitude adorned with such abundace of fine food and drinks, the angels as they bustle about with excitement praise the father for the groom has his bride at last.

The things of which I cannot speak are all before me for such wonders are not for mans eyes and they beauty is to much for the eyes. And I hear bells begin to ring and I look around to find the source of such a sound, for my ears have never heard a sound of such beauty which I could not describe with all the knowledge my tongue. They were as if his love and heart were a sound itself, the sound they rang pierced my heart and so so greatly that I lost my strength and fell upon my knees. My eyes were as an ocean from the beauty I have heard as each ring would vibrate all throughout my body I could feel every cell within me singing praise.

The king lifts me up in his arms as a small child and holds me dearly, the absolute warmth and love of his arms fills my entire core and he looks at me with such tender eyes and such deep love. I speak not for I can only stare as I gaze and am lost in his eyes a vast sea and ocean of his love am I lost in I sink gladly into the vast waters. I sink deeper and deeper and astonished at the deph and vastness of these waters that is his heart I eagerly swim deeper and deeper.

Finally I am again in his arms and the joy and excitement of the wedding fills the air, a sudden burst of readiness is all around and he speaks to me yet again still holding my small childlike form and speaks.
Now wake and be eager for the wedding is here, go and speak what you have seen for I have spoken this to you to be my voice to my children.

I protest yet again, But Lord I am afraid. For I know whosoever dares to even speak such things is hated and ridiculed. For I am not a prophet and I am unworthy to be so. Again my beloved speaks and says have I not told you do not fear for I am with you? You are as you are just as I am that I am, the wedding is soon to begin and such wonders as you have seen must be made known. For my bride eagerly await and are growing weary, so wake and pick up your pen and let my childrens heart hear the chimes of the wedding bells.

The breath of living water and the serenity that calms and soothes... I ponder and soak in these things as it washes over my heart. To swim in these waters with him forever is my need, to wonder at the beauty of it's brilliance is my cry. And I hear a voice in my soul to pick up my pen once again and in a dream I have gone.

I stand in a place I know not and yet as if my soul has always known, familiar is this place but I cannot recall it. A lush garden of flowers more vibrant than I knew they could ever be, a field of blades deep green and softer than silk on my feet. A river of honey glimmering in the light of the sun, a pond of water that shines with life and trees of abundance bearing such fruits I have never seen. My tongue waters and my eyes are stunned, to taste the fruits which these beautiful trees show in pride... and yet I hesitate for my soul knows to taste even one drop of their juices then to crave anything on earth would be no more.

And in an instant as a flash of lighting I am standing before the king, he beckons me to sit with him and be still.
As we sit together he pulls out fine looking oils, fragrances and spices and lavender, With a gentle hand he adorns me with each one with such care and love in his doing. I look into his gentle loving eyes and protest and he stops to listen and I speak. My Lord says I please do not for I am not worthy, it is you that must be delighted with such things by my hand your servant, For you are my beloved and cherished one and my betrothed to be.

The king stares for only a minute and laughs a hearty and playful laugh as if I said something that amused him, he sees my confused eyes and speaks. My child, my dear child why do you think I do this? Have you forgotten about the wedding of the lamb? He spoke this with such joy in his words and my heart races, my soul jumps higher than the moon inside me.

Come he says to me, let me show you and together hand in hand we walk. And then as it were before me a place of wonder, a wedding of the most brilliance and beauty achor of hundreds of thousands singing with such lovely songs. A table of magnitude adorned with such abundance of fine food and drinks, the angels as they bustle about with excitement praise the father for the groom has his bride at last.

The things of which I cannot speak are all before me for such wonders are not for mans eyes and thy beauty is to much for the eyes. And I hear bells begin to ring and I look around to find the source of such a sound, for my ears have never heard a sound of such beauty which I could not describe with all the knowledge my tongue. They were as if his love and heart were a sound itself, the sound they rang pierced my heart and so so greatly that I lost my strength and fell upon my knees. My eyes were as an ocean from the beauty I have heard as each ring would vibrate all throughout my body I could feel every cell within me singing praise.

The king lifts me up in his arms as a small child and holds me dearly, the absolute warmth and love of his arms fills my entire core and he looks at me with such tender eyes and such deep love. I speak not for I can only stare as I gaze and am lost in his eyes a vast sea and ocean of his love am I lost in I sink gladly into the vast waters. I sink deeper and deeper and astonished at the depth and vastness of these waters that is his heart I eagerly swim deeper and deeper.

Finally I am again in his arms and the joy and excitement of the wedding fills the air, a sudden burst of readiness is all around and he speaks to me yet again still holding my small childlike form and speaks.
Now wake and be eager for the wedding is here, go and speak what you have seen for I have spoken this to you to be my voice to my children.

I protest yet again, But Lord I am afraid. For I know whosoever dares to even speak such things is hated and ridiculed. For I am not a prophet and I am unworthy to be so. Again my beloved speaks and says have I not told you do not fear for I am with you? You are as you are just as I am that I am, the wedding is soon to begin and such wonders as you have seen must be made known. For my bride eagerly await and are growing weary, so wake and pick up your pen and let my childrens heart hear the chimes of the wedding bells.

Oh wow, Blain......there is so much in what you have written, much more prophetic in content....

I have chosen to walk through each paragraph with you and share what I see....



God's Holy Spirit is moving upon you and in you because The Father and The Son desire to show you things that are to come that you are to write down for His Bride.....not for the world.....just for His Bride....His Beloved.....



This garden is not Eden, it is the garden of spices that is a secret place of the Shulamite and Solomon which is actually Christ and His Bride - it is their private garden alone. The river of honey glimmering in the light of the sun is God's Holy Spirit(river) revealing God's Word (honey) giving light to His Beloved - giving His Bride wisdom and understanding. Once you taste all the pleasant fruits and see that the Lord is good......nothing on Earth can satisfy and you will always long to be with Him in the garden of spices.



The King is calling and anointing you with His fine oils, fragrances, spices and lavender according to His purpose..... Blain, you've been called to minister as His Bride to all believers that are His Bride, His Beloved.

Now, I understand why your words are the words you write.....they are His words to His Beloved......you don't write to the world, you write to His Beloved.



The King experiences so much joy over His Bride, it is so much fun to laugh with Him..... He is reminding you who you are........His Beloved, His Bride - not His servant.



All of Heaven is preparing and rejoicing in anticipation of Christ - The Lamb of God returning to the Earth to raise up His Bride out of her grave clothes and arriving at the Wedding Feast that The Father has prepared for His Son and His Bride.



As the Bride, you are experiencing and responding to the joy and beauty that Christ under His Father's direction has prepared for His Beloved.



The King's love for you that you see in His eyes has no end - His love for His Bride is for all eternity. His love engulfs us, holds us, never runs dry....will always be there in His eyes. We need only gaze into His eyes and we are immediately immersed in His love for us.



Well, there you go! You've got your marching orders.....lol! Keep writing all these beautiful words to His Beloved. She is listening and her heart is rejoicing!



Blain, you and I both know that it is true, you will be ridiculed by the world and all that are not the Bride because they will not understand the words you write because your words are only for the Bride.

She is growing weary, yet will hear and be strengthen with joy because of your words, she will hear the chimes of the wedding bells and know...... her Beloved approaches.....Write!

Wow... I mean just wow... I had no idea how prophetic all of that was and I had no idea about that garden either. Honestly like I said I wasn't expecting what I wrote in fact I wasn't expect to write at all I was just in the shower washing my hair thinking about and talking to God about the things in the first paragraph as the water in the shower made me think of his waters and I imagined if the water in the shower was his waters and how it would feel both inside and out and then suddenly I had a urgent need to write inside me.

When I say I am in a dream it is referring to the experience itself, as I write it is as if I am actually there in spirit or in a vision of some sort, I can see feel smell and hear everything as if I am actually there I can tell you even the smallest details like the feel of the air or the texture of the grass on my fingers . Ever since my salvation it has always been like this with him It could be a form of dreams or visions but it ias if a daydream or a movie playing out in my minds eye except unlike a daydream or movie it is as if I am there and experience it all first hand and yet at the very same time I am here.

From I understand in my studies about prophets is that there are two different kinds, the first is the prophet of voice the ones who are God's lips and hear his voice and words to speak the second is called a seer who like the prophet can see visions and prophetic dreams but on a much deeper scale. Both are blessed and annointed but there is one key factor and that is while a seer is not as common a seer can be both a prophet of vision and voice while a prophet of voice cannot be a seer at least not at that kind of level. But this is debatable and honestly I need to get validation of my studies.
I was once called a seer by my old pastor when I described my experiences and he said there is a reason I feel like I am actually there in spirit and he asked me if I have ever envisioned anything like oil before and I yold him yes I remembered one time as I was just talking on cc in my minds eye I saw this golden looking oil pouring on my endlessly from the sky I couldn't see the source of it because of how high it was but I didn't like the feel of the oil being poured on me.

He said that was God telling me I am annointed and that he knows I am not comfortable in the least saying I was a prophet but I suppose that is why when I protested Jesus said you are as you are and I am that I am. But even so I still to this day not only fear saying it or even believing it but I do not think I am worthy of such a role

Truly, God is sooooooo much fun!!! Who cares what title God gives us....lol......prophet, doorkeeper, evangelist, seer, teacher......just roll with it and enjoy God - arguing with God over worthiness is just the flesh - tell the flesh to shut up and you just have a marvelous time with God! lol!

It is so much fun when God gives us a daydream type vision! You're right about being able to experience the vision as if you are literally there. It's because we not only have five physical senses, we also have five spiritual senses that allows us to experience and be with God.

You are such a joy! Keep writing, all of us are so enjoying God's words to us!