I think I can write now

I think I can right now, but what about later...
I feel like I've been Obama slapped with all the closed doors
slammed shut
And it's funny, I thought I knew Your will
without asking

Give me my monthly bread, I don't want to have to wait on You everyday,
and You don't always speak
YahuShua - Jehoshua
What is your name!

Well...there at the Oasis, I hear You again.
Seems like I haven't been doing what I said I'd be doing.
Now, where is my guitar?
Where are my songs?
Where is my future?

Am I in business for myself,
while making notes about the Kingdom?

And these thoughts tormented me,
I was frozen, restless, watching the waking hours pass
and wondering how they went
so quickly.

Now, I know. Perhaps, one or two, the ones that make demons tremble
You told them to stiff arm me and push me back.
I meditate on the eternal, and scrounge for my fits | of | life
I hear this song.
I think I can write now.

A Revelation of Me

If you saw me here or at the throne
you would see me dancing
the world was formed in song
the fire within, it is birth anew

Our core, fire untouchable
Our maker, too hot to look on
We are are born of fire
One on the other creates great heat
why else do we say the heat of passion?

when are the doors to this wisdom closing friend?
Obvious the waters that cool the fire are only a season
the waters evaporate, the waters contain,
the fire,
but everything flees the fire

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When you return to ground
When you return to the flames
Will you be be fire
Or will you have cooled?

The One Thing He Said

He is fire.
He's coming for His own.
You have to be fire to stand before Him.

words of a seeker in my church.

Rain Clouds Forming

I. Rain
He said it would rain
It was a beautiful and clear day
It rained

II. My earth is quaking beneath my feat
the battlecry of this generation too great
it shakes
And I'm praying I won't be moved
I will be proved by You

III. You spoke, it's here
mens' heart failing for fear
when the whole world's pushed over
with your fingertip
no your breath
No your thought
of returning

Einstein moves me

wondering what's like to have the world at your fingers
I bet Einstein remembers
He was wise enough to be foolish
with God rules and reasons to resist schooling

God do you smile when you think of Him?
Though not after your heart,
he loved your design and He kept thinking of it,
thinking in it, and writing of it.

Kind of like the way rust builds even when you scrape it,
kind of like the way rust rots away at fine metal when
we thought it was a polished, unmovable, god.