Prophetic Poetry by Apostle Tina Baker http

Grace In Your Face

There is a grace that’s in Your face

It’s where I long to be

Where You can speak sweet somethings

Deep inside of me

I do not live by bread alone

This I know is true

I live by the proceeding word

That comes right out of You

Speak to me! Oh speak to me!

Your word’s like honeycomb

Your voice is like the waterfall

Singing life’s sweetest song

When I hear Your word to me

It burns in me like fire

Consuming all my inward parts

Becoming my desire

Come now Lord! Invade my life!

This is my invitation

Help me not to linger back

In fear and hesitation

Draw me Lord into this place

Your presence now to feel

I bow my heart before you

And to my knees I kneel

August 2, 2005

Tina K. Baker

Fresh Oil

I anoint your head with oil My child
It will seep down in your soul
It will heal all cracks and crevices
This oil will make you whole

The oil of gladness I pour on you
Your garments will smell of Me
I anoint your eyes with eye salve
So you can truly see

You shall be anointed with My fresh oil
Your horn I shall exalt
You will flourish in my courts
So much more than you thought

I put My oil upon your face
Causing you to shine
I give New Wine to make you glad
You’ll be so glad you’re mine

I give you oil of joy for mourning
I clothe you with My praise
I give beauty for your ashes
Desolations you will raise

My Spirit is upon you
I’ve anointed you to preach
To bind the broken hearted
The captives you will reach

The prison doors will open
To many who are bound
You shall build up waste places
My liberty will abound

I’ll fill your floors so full of wheat
Your vats will overflow
With wine and oil I send to you
Satisfaction you will know

The virgins who were wise you see
Had vessels filled with oil
As the waited for the Bridegroom
The extra did not spoil

So let My oil run over you
Saturating you within
For when I’ve smeared upon you
The battles you will win

July 29, 2005
Tina K. Baker

I Am the Lord

I will pour My water on the thirsty

Floods upon dry ground

My Spirit and blessing upon your seed

Your enemies I’ll confound

Your seed shall spring up as among the grass

As willows by watercourses

You’ll not only run with footmen

You will contend with horses

I am the Lord that makes all things

I stretch forth the heavens alone

I spread abroad the earth by Myself

For all your sins I atone

I will give you the treasures of darkness

Riches hidden in secret places

I’ll open up My world to you

Where you’ll see angel faces

I am the Lord there is none else

I create darkness and light

My government shall never end

I have all power and might

I am God a consuming Fire

What is not of Me shall burn

All man’s work shall be revealed

Now is the time to learn

Build according to the grace

That’s given unto you

To build with wood and stubble

You would be a fool

Unto every one who has shall be given

And he shall have much more

Man’s eyes can’t see now his ears hear

All that I have in store

Demonstrations of My Spirit

Demonstrations of My power

So your faith is not in men

Before them do not cower

My Spirit I have send to you

He’ll show you things to come

He’ll comfort you and lead the way

So you’ll know where to run

I’ve provided everything you need

Much more than you know

If you will linger in My courts

The power of My love will flow

My perfect love will cast out fear

Make desert places bloom

I will come and inhabit you

Your life I will consume

July 28, 2005

Tina K. Baker