Apostle Tina Baker
International House of Fire

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 something's

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Persuaded

 

Are you persuaded?

I need you to be

What could now separate

You from Me

 

Could angels or powers

Could death or life

Could things present or future

Could depth or height

 

Could tribulation or famine

Persecution or sword

Nothing can separate

From the love of your Lord

 

Who can lay anything to your charge

When you’ve been justified

Who can even condemn you

When it’s I, the Christ who died

 

I’m risen again and I ever live

To make intercession for you

You’ve nothing to fear when you’re led by Me

Adoptions the spirit in you

 

The Spirit who raised Me from the dead

Now makes your body alive

I’ve made you more than a conqueror

Not simply one who’ll survive

 

I’ll change the way you’ve always thought

My word will renew your mind

My presence will energize you

Revelation sweet you’ll find

 

Don’t worry about the suffering

For it cannot compare

To the glory which shall be revealed

Which you and I will share

 

July 29, 2005

Tina K. Baker

 

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