TRUST is the highest form of praise

TRUST

most beautiful melody
I ever heard

Trust song given by the Spirit
sung by Voo

The light I give you....don't hide it....share it and it will grow..

Use Your Gifts......................

Don't keep them hidden.......

My light in you will cover the Earth.............

Follow the Light...............always

and it will lead you to the secret city....your heavenly home....

That only those full of my light may see manifested..........

You need only to trust in my words..............

And BELIEVE.................to enter in..............

Thank you for trusting Me, welcome home!

My Kingdom I'll provide you.....

When you give the highest form of praise.....

your trust.

Words to the Song

Come children, dance before me

Come worship and adore me

Come lay your lives before me

In the highest form of praise.

Come sing me hallelujah

And I'll give blessings to ya

Overtake and pursue you

When you give the highest form of praise.

Come let me live inside you

Direct you, teach and guide you

My kingdom I'll provide you

When you give the highest form of praise.

What is this thing you ask Me?

What do you tell and task me?

Your TRUST is all I'm asking......

That's the highest form of praise.

Your Trust is all I'm asking

That's the highest form of Praise.

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And when I asked Him exactly what He meant

He said, If you know someone trusts you with all their

heart, don't you feel highly praised by that knowledge?

If a little child trusts you to always be there and take

care of them and you know that, do you need any other praise

from them to make you feel loved?

No, Trust is the highest form of praise

Absolute trust in Me as your Father is all the praise I need

from you and all I ask.

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HABIBI (my love)

Habibi

Eyes as black as night

And skin like caramelized sugar

In a thawb as white as clouds

In an azure sky

You appeared like a vision

To my hungry eyes.

I watched you walk

Through the gardens

And the vines seemed 

To reach for you 

With tiny green fingers

That I wished were mine.

Everywhere there was

The scent of flowers

And spices, rare and fragrant

Floated in the air

Above your head

And trailed behind you

In the dust.

You moved like a lion

Regal and  confident

Like a Prince

Yet somehow, approachable

Even as I shrank back

Into the roses

And the shadow's embrace.

You carried something 

In your hand

Wrapped in silk

And tied with ribbon

And all my friends who watched you

Wished it was for them.

Pretending to be busy

With chore or garden,

They looked away

And bent round

With their baskets

And giggled in their hands.

"Habibti!" I heard you call out

And my heart melted in my breast

"Come forth, Little Flower

I have a gift I have brought you!"

And all the girls looked at me

With daggers in their eyes 

And wished they could be me.

Pulling you back into the arbor,

You laughed and dropped your gift

And took me in your arms

"Why are you hiding, my heart?

Why are you always playing games?"

And my dark eyes looked up into yours

And my soul joined with yours

As it did every time we met

And longed to be permanently

And eternally joined.

"Have you been weeping, Jameela?"
You asked,

Looking closely at my face

"Who has made my Yar Amar cry?"

You asked, alarmed and I tried to hide my tears

"It's nothing, Habibi." I say

"Nothing, my Ishq, all is well."

But all was not well but how could 

I tell you, my Ha Rouhi

That my father had taken all hope away

With his sudden announcement

At the noon meal.

"I have found you a husband, Noor."

He said matter-of-factly 

As I passed him the bread

With my eyes cast low

My mother clapped her hands

And smiled like the moon

When it is full.

"Sa ha!" she exclaimed happily

Flitting around the room like a butterfly

Intisar with joy at the thought

Of her only daughter being wed

And never knowing that I was already wed

In my heart.

"Habibi! My Habibi!" I cried

And threw myself into your arms

"I can't believe what my father has done to me!"

"What? What?" you asked loudly

And shook my by the arms

"What has your father done to you, Roohi?"

"Qalbi! Qalbi!, I will die, I will die!"

I wept, panic taking hold of me

"I will not marry anyone else! Never, never, never!"

And I collapsed on the green grass

At your feet.

You stood there in stunned silence

For many long eternities

As I died and was reborn over and over again

Only to die again of a broken heart.

You picked the silk wrapped package

Off the ground and held it in your hands

Trying to make sense of what I was telling you

Wondering what you would say to me

When I stopped crying.

And then a smile broke out on your handsome face

Like the sun breaking through the clouds

And you grabbed me up in your arms

And danced me 'round and 'round.

"Have you gone mad?" I shouted at you

And all the girls in the gardens looked up sharply

And all around to see what the conflict was

Hoping that it was you setting me free

So that they might take my place.

"Jameela, roohi, love of my life!" you said

And tore open the package,

 Took out a bracelet of rubies,

And slipped it on my wrist

 As I looked at you like a mad man.

"It is I."

"It is I that your father wishes you to marry!

My father has been meeting with him all week

And I was just told of their decision this morning!"

Hardly believing my ears, I stood there 

Covering my huge smile with my hands

Then I stretched out my arm 

To admire the bracelet.

And then I grabbed your hand

And we went running through the gardens

Like children, laughing like children

While all my jealous friends watched

And swore, un-lady-like underneath their breath.

©by Voo

Jan 22, 2019

2:56 a.m.

For Hamid,
my love
wherever you are

Passion

DESERT FLOWER SECRET

Darbuka drums Belly dance music

Darbuka Spirits

          song

       Tarkan-Kayıp

                Hanine Arabian music and dance

ARMS OF THE ANGEL

GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY


HEAVEN IS SO BEAUTIFUL
I SAW IT IN A VISION
AND IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO GO THERE AGAIN
IT WOULD BE A SIMPLE DECISION.

THE STREETS OF THE CITY ARE PAVED WITH GOLD
IT'S GATES ARE MADE OF PEARL
THE RAIN BOWS THERE AROUND GOD'S THRONE
ARE NOT FOUND IN THIS WORLD.

THE FLOWERS DANCE, THE FLOWERS SING
THE MUSIC FILLS THE AIR
BUT IF YOU LOOK TO SEE THE SOURCE
IT COMES FROM EVERYWHERE.

THE WIND OF HEAVEN IS SWEET AND GENTLE
IT FEELS LIKE A LOVING CARESS
THE PERFUME OF ROSES RIDES ON IT'S WINGS
AND IT BRINGS YOU SUCH PEACE AND SUCH REST.

THE COLORS WITH WHICH GOD HAS PAINTED HIS KINGDOM
MAKE THE COLORS WE KNOW SEEM SO DIM AND SO PALE
WITH THE EYE OF AN ARTIST, HE HAS CREATED A MASTERPIECE
AND IT'S THERE, WAITING, SHINING, JUST BEYOND THE VEIL.

THE FAMILY OF GOD RESIDES IN THAT PLACE
THE ONES WHO HAVE GONE ON BEFORE
THOSE WHO SUFFERED AND DIED BUT NOW IN JOY DO ABIDE
WHERE THEY'LL NEVER KNOW GRIEF ANYMORE.

THE ANGELIC ARMY HAS HEAD QUARTERS THERE
AND THEY GO AND THEY COME AND THEY GO
ON MISSIONS AND WARS, TO COMFORT THE SCARRED
ON ORDERS THAT ONLY THEY KNOW.

IN THE MIDST OF THE CITY IS A RIVER
THAT COMES FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF GOD
THAT BEGINS AT HIS THRONE AND FLOWS TO HIS OWN
LIKE A RIVER OF CRYSTAL CLEAR BLOOD.

ON IT'S BANKS STAND SUCH MARVELOUS TREES
AND THEIR FRUIT GROW IN VARIOUS KINDS
AND THE PEOPLE DO MEET AND COME THERE TO EAT
FOR THE HEALING OF THEIR BODIES AND MINDS.

YOU NEVER SAW SUCH GLORY!
YOU NEVER SAW SUCH LOVE!
YOU NEVER SAW HERE ON THIS EARTH
WHAT'S WAITING THERE ABOVE!

THIS POEM COULD LAST FOREVER
AND I NEVER COULD RELATE
THE UN-ENDING WONDER OF HEAVEN
THAT EXISTS BEYOND THOSE GATES.

THERE IS NO HATE AND THERE IS NO HURT
NO MISERY OR PAIN
SUCH HAPPY PEOPLE WITH HAPPY FACES
AND THE JOY COMES DOWN LIKE RAIN.

THE FATHERS OF THE FAITH DWELL THERE
THE ELDERS AND THE TEACHERS
THE KINGS, THE PRIESTS, THE GREAT, THE LEAST
THE PROPHETS AND THE PREACHERS.

EVERYONE HAS A PLACE OF HONOR
(MAYBE NOT IN LIFE) BUT NOW
BUT NO ONE THINKS ABOUT HIMSELF
BUT AT JESUS' FEET, THEY BOW.

AND JESUS IS THE SUNSHINE THERE
HIS LIGHT FILLS EVERYTHING
IN THE PLACE PREPARED BEFORE THE BIRTH OF EARTH
WHERE JESUS IS THE KING.

THEN THE VISION ENDED AS VISIONS DO
IT FADED FROM MY EYES
BUT I CAN STILL SEE IT HERE IN MY HEART
THAT BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL PARADISE.

THE GLORY OF GOD AND THE SPLENDOR OF HEAVEN
I LONG FOR IT SO THAT IT MAKES MY SOUL CRY
OH, TO STEP ON THAT SHORE FOR JUST ONE MOMENT MORE!
WITH IT'S GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY.

©by Voo
A true story
November 18, 2002 2:30 a.m.