The Clash

In response to the solemn assembly called this month in Texas by Rick Perry, Governor of Texas.



I saw freedom fighters without guns.
The swords of their mouths destroying self.
Faces deadpan.
Warriors bearing the mark of Christ.
They came first on their knees, pleading to the Judge to suspend all unrighteous deeds that vex the spirit and wound the soul.

He stayed.
They rent their hearts.
He waits.
They rend their souls.

Oh God is all that is like You soon to be lost?!!
A dark tempest rises.
A storm of impenetrable darkness.
He shines.

They say we have freedom to determine how to live.
Fatherless children...
...look what they do.

The Star-gazers left their Bibles at home.
Carried in the Spirit to a war they could almost understand.
Give us eyes to see.
They roared and praised the One, the only Son and Father.

At last. At last He came like a flood of lit waters.
And everywhere His glory was seen.
In those like Him and those seeking.
I saw the final sweep to victory came suddenly.

Creation sighs -- eternity.

Meditations Reading Job

There was a woman whom I worked with for these past two weeks. She had a tattoo on her wrist from Rev. 19. I guess she remembers the beginning of the end everyday. Also, a response to "Song of Hiawatha."
Somewhere in the heavens
Sits One waiting to eclipse the darkness
He that is swift as the waters
He that set the earth in it's place

With a face outshinning the sun
The One of infinite wisdom
with locks that also shine
This man with beautiful locks and a voice
calming like the waters
Came down

to see me stand
The Lord came down
and descended to the pit
and raised up ignorant ones
like me

He teaches me, a life of service
is a key to the Kingdom
maybe I could wash his feet one day
maybe the clouds will part and I will see
the elders and the angels that ever
Glorify the Lord of the fires

11 Now I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse. And He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war. 12 His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns. He had a name written that no one knew except Himself. 13 He was clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God. 14 And the armies in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, followed Him on white horses. 15 Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations. And He Himself will rule them with a rod of iron. He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. 16 And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written:

KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.

Feelings that come and go

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Look I fled from your grace, because I wanted perfection.
The perfection to come in the latter days,
or rather when You become Dayspring.

But, in hours I turned again.
And I don't know why.
It's better here.
I think.
I believe.

Everything is wearying but sitting with You.
Everything takes,
but You give.

I don't want to live in the "one day."

Guess that's where I am. It pulls me. It tears me. My unfaithful heart.
My selfishness. My demands.
Perfect one! My soul groans for Your Perfection!

What will I share with them?
Better days to come?
My brother said that wasn't worth living for, not better tomorrows.
I told him enjoy Your love and guidance today.
And every day I struggle to find it, to be there....sometimes
it seems too long,
our translation into light.

However, not only creation groans. We, who have the Spirit as the first of God's gifts, also groan inwardly. We groan as we eagerly wait for our adoption, the freeing of our bodies [from sin]. (Romans 8:23; GOD'S WORD Translation)

Here and Hell

Response to watching TBN's Special on Don Piper's 90 Minutes in Heaven and Bill Weise's 23 Minutes in Hell

Truly love makes all things beautiful
Truly Love makes all things new
To receive love
To live in love
Suddenly everything transforms

The light
And everything it touches
The clouds
And and their transient nature
Oh the scent of the oceans and trees!

Love.

Then all colors fall to darkness
utter darkness
Music never again stirs the soul
Wailing and torture filling
the emptiness

and no place for love
no place for pleasantries
no place for peace

His absence is desperate and damning!

The things you love.
He is all these things. And He gives Himself freely. Can we not be captured in His utter beauty?

I am in more in love everyday.

I Fear the Age to Come

Especially with each breath bringing me closer
I fear the age to come
the chance that I might not be the shining light in my dreams
the chance that I might still have the same hope of becoming
Dying to evolve into that butterfly
seeing the others fly towards the Sun

I fear the age to come
It's what brings me here
to this place where everything isn't worth a second glance
no interest in a go at romance

When at last I am at that day
will I be another in that age?
The poison of death takes you slowly
You think you're living, you're really living out your
last rites

oil running from my head
The transformation from darkness to white
white hairs cover our faces
Do we look like Him?

Do we even witness what He does?
He does not live in sorrow,
yet we are in the valley of shadows and sorrow
We cannot see the light, no not even as it is
emanating from us.