“I Remember, Father,”
I remember, Father,
when they welcomed Me
with palm branches.
Papa, they sang “Hosanna!
Blessed is He who comes in the name of
the Lord! The King of Israel!”
With the next breath they shouted:
“Crucify Him, Crucify Him!”
King of Israel, they crown Me
with thorns and thistles.
The scapegoat I came,
riding on a donkey.
By every bruise- every lash
I would heal the nations.
Oh! Papa, take this cup from Me.
Not My will, but Yours be done.
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
Your Kingdom come, Your will
be done.
On earth as it is in heaven.
Surely, Oh God, I will crush the
head of the serpent.
I remember, Father,
when I asked that Your name
would be glorified.
You thundered, “I have both
Glorified it and will glorify again.”
Your voice has gone forth
for the sake of Your people.
For from the rising of the sun,
even to its going down,
The Almighty, the I AM,
His name shall be made great
among the Gentiles.
In every place incense,
Adoration and honor
Shall be offered.
A pure offering will be
lifted up to YHWH;
For His name will be
known throughout the nations.
The Son of Man will be lifted up
High upon a tree, and He will suffer.
The only way to the Father
is through Me.
I remember, Father,
when light shot forth.
When birds first flew through the air.
When man walked with Us.
No shame; in Holy Communion.
We were with them in the
cool of the day;
in the shade of the apple tree
We awakened them to love.
Father, I desire that they
would be with Us where We are.
That they would dwell
in Your house, Abba.
That they would behold the glory
that You have given Me.
Oh, Papa, that they would know the love
You have given Me.
In Our Burning Fellowship,
They will dwell once again.
Father, I hear their songs,
They sing, “This was the joy
set before You,
that You would have my heart forever!”
Who is this?
Who is she, coming up
from the wilderness?
She is leaning upon Me, Papa.
She is getting it!
She is following the Lamb!
She surrenders all,
to gaze and behold- One thing they
desire of Me.
Ah, I will set My seal upon you,
My Bride.
Under the apple tree,
under the shadow of the Almighty,
I will whisper the secrets of My heart.
My Bride, Oh!
My pure and spotless one.
You have dove’s eyes.
Look Father, Let Me go to her.
She sings, “The Spirit and
the Bride say come!”
She has made herself ready,
Let Me go to her, Father.
I long for this day, Father.
No one has been found worthy.
They look to and fro
throughout the earth.
They weep.
I am the Lamb slain for them.
Papa, I have been found
The scroll in Your hand-
I have been found worthy to
open and loose its seals.
Oh, I hear their voices.
Abba! Do you hear them?
From the mountains to the coastlands
They sing a new song,
“You are worthy to take the scroll,
and to open its seals,
for You were slain,
and have redeemed us to God
by Your blood.
Out of every tribe and tongue
people and nation,
and have made us kings
priests to our God;
And we shall reign on the earth.”
Oh to burn with them;
I in them, and You in Me, Father.
To commune in this Burning Fellowship.
