Zory's Cucina

You have captured me, I am a raging fire that continues to burn, A passion, a desire that never ends You have made this heart and it belongs to you. Designed by and given to me by my father, The lover of my soul You have captured my eyes Without being able to see you’ve made me believe; You’ve captured me in the midst of glorifying you. The windows of Your heavens opens up, And Your glory pours down on me, Giving me Your righteous path to walk upon Your light of guidance that has guided me through You offer this freely, Drawing near to those who have been lost, Cold in a frost, Stuck in a life bent, Until they too one day are captured by your love, And too are able to see, Without vision they too will believe In the Greater love in this world that is You, That stands in the Heavens awaiting For all creations and all the nations To open their hearts and their voices Be captured, By our Father, our Creator, Our lover to all things, We glorify You my King! An...

I feel like a tree, Branching to Your feet, Beyond the reach of my sleeves, Hoping to reach an inch higher towards Your face, So that one day I may truly embrace Your ever grace. If by chance to love You just the way You love me; Thank you Jesus for Your blessings. Zoraida Clemente The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly and are filled with sap, the cedars of Lebanon which He has planted,Psalm 104:16 Like an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved (shepherd) among the sons (cried the girl)! Under his shadow I delighted to sit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

My heart travels pass a hollow cloud, Lays itself heavy where I am found, Pulling forth Heaven's rain down. You are surround when around me, Bathing me in the gravity of Your glory, Quenched in what rushes over me. This love shines into Your window panes, Calling forth Heaven's rain, Opening the gates, Through Your amazing Grace, Drenching me in Glory rain, Swimming in Your name. To the One who was, who is and always is the same. Zoraida Clemente He waters the mountains from His upper rooms; the earth is satisfied and abounds with the fruit of His works. Psalm 104:13

In the darkness I walk in Your rays In Your shadow I praise Your name Peace searcher Zoraida Clemente II Samuel 23:4 He dawns on them like the morning light when the sun rises on  a cloudless morning, when the tender grass springs out of the earth through clear shining after the rain.

No power can restrain to what contains, In the waters of love. That floods the Heavens Falls down in rain Filling an ocean Raising a wave In a high tide of You. Breaks downs walls in a speed of light, Crashes You and I to arise in a flight Of love built in the skies Sent from the heavens, To live in me, To perfect a love to travel into eternity. Zoraida Clemente My beloved speaks and says to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on earth;  the time of the singing (of birds) has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. Song of Solomon 2:10-12

I think I'm still asleep Though I am awake, Things are not the same. I walk different, I speak different, and now it's the Lord I praise. I have not moved, Yet there has been growth, And every night I am so soothed Without any companion. Yet I feel held every chance I need to be had. It is the Lord who is upon me, Who has married me And has blessed me to see, Beyond all of my sleep. It is He who carries me over the deep depth of the ocean I drowned from the call to Him In the praise of my sound out loud. It's the way I can be alone crying for an embrace That has set me to this place. For within a shadow there's a touch From a prayer of such, It's the way I breathe His name and in an exhale, He removes burdens that I have trailed, and uplifts it at a bail. He comforts me to sail in a boat of His love, Sways me in His peace, As I sleep in His dreams I am released, and awake with His grace upon me, For it is Him that carries me in this p...

I am seized in a breeze, Caught in its angle of season, Hypnotized to its religion, Webbed into its tranquility. It's this everlasting affair that can never be escaped. Bared in its wholesome, Leaving me naked with freedom. It's the wind that let's me be, Soaring like a set of wings, flying high upon its mountain, Salivating my thirst in it's purity fountain. Dancing in its song, Captured like a broken piece that never belonged; Belonging to its bridges of waters. This escape has become my walk Sacrificing everything before me Walking naked upon my road, Letting go the weight that had burdened me Releasing me, I let go so to gain this role, That hypnotically I take as I am baptized to this faith Onto my eternity. This is love in its true form given The gift of His spiritualism. Zoraida Clemente The God who girds me with strength and make my way perfect?  He makes my feet like hinds' feet (able to stand firmly or make progress on the da...