Category Archives: my poet tree

this girl is {taken}


Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.
  Frances Havergal





sister songs

I write…a lot….in my head.

I actually used to put a lot more down on paper and I hope this blog will help with that some. I also used to write so much more in letters and notes…just spilling it all and letting it flow into a puddle of gooey me-ness; all that stuff that runs back and forth between my heart, mind and soul, tangled up with feeling and emotion and all the stuffs of God he’s woven into this fabric called Lorretta.

And I’ve written some poetry. Not all of it’s good and I confess that I’ve torn up a lot of it–those syrupy, horrible things you write when your eyes are half-open to the world around you and your soul is mostly shut…yuck.

But in the last few years I’ve written a few I will share here for….whomever. Maybe just  for me and God and the occasional You.  I dedicate this to my Soul Sisters. One in particular and you know who you are…but this is really for us all who are really and truly striving to be Galatians 2:20, crucified with Christ and yet still have to wear these feet of clay. I love you.

Walking the Fire. (rev. 1/25/2012)

For no rhyme or reason
we rhyme
we reason
we rhythm
we flow
like we’ve known
each other all our lives,
seen each other
someplace before.

Sisters from another mother
same Father
though years
maybe miles apart
flowing and growing
between us
like a little love vine
slipping tendrils
around our hearts and minds.
Sealed by Him.

It’s good
it’s fresh
it’s easy
To hear her voice
To hear His voice
coming from her mouth.
Affirmation and confirmation
from the highest, holiest station
of them all.

to step out while
staying under His cover
walking together
head held high
above the dirt of this world
not eating it’s dust
but bowing as His.

He who cups our chins
in  gentle hands and says
Take up your mats and walk.
Walk it together
daughters of mine.
Walk it out.
Walk it out.