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Who am I that my words should be known?
My words are mine alone.
I prattle like a lonely maid
as solitude fills my soul.
Yet if I speak of He who IS
And keep my mind on places His,
My lips add dew to healing’s pool.
Not one exists to fill the role
Of grand acclaim as He.
And every word which fills the heart
Finds source from none of we.
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I am a painter.
I sit myself down to paint “I Am”.
What colors should I choose?
I will lift black from the pallet.
For that is the color of words.
What shall I paint?
I spill the paint upon the canvas.
For “I Am” is All.
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What is sleep?
While I sleep I cannot taste Him.
Fitful sleep is best.
For it wakens me to kiss Him.
The storm has knocked hard against the walls and windows.
“Rise up”, it whispers with Loud Thunderous Breath.
I will gladly rise to see His hand move through this place of restless sleep.
I need Your touch, O’ Lord of Life!
Sleep, what is sleep?
Sleep is a restless, void, black, yet with a promise of Dawn.
An awakening from silence.
I would rather hear His voice.
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We who love Him, thump our Bible with a soft rhythm; a rhythm akin to a faint echo of a hammer striking a nail. We tap our fingers on the Bible for the sake of those who cannot yet listen. With the tender noise of a drop of Holy Blood impacting a harsh ground, thus we thump our Bible. Such a faint thump. Yet witness the reaction. Is the music of salvation really so faint that human ears cannot hear it? Yet, what sound does a drop Jesus’ blood make when it falls on a baked hill top?
Perhaps they’ll listen now……………
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Give me a load to pull, and ‘ll start thinking of what it will take to get it there. How many days will it take? How much fuel? What roads I’ll have to use. But this information can be gained. And I come to have confidence that the load will arrive as planned. That is, if nothing unseen stops me. So I hook the load and start off with a freedom of conscience and no worries other than the immediate concerns of traffic and such.
But what if I hooked a load with a half tank of fuel, and was told to take that load 3000 miles. I would expect that there would be a fuel stop somewhere. But what if they expected me to provide the money to buy the fuel? Let’s see: 200 gallons at 4.00/gal, and 7 MPG. Um, can I talk to someone about this? The load is going to go a certain distance then it’s gonna just stay at that certain distance.
Most people approach God like this. They think they have been asked to be “good” and perfect in everything they do in order to please the Holy Lord of Life. But just like that load I was asked to haul, someone else provides the money for the fuel. Someone else provides the truck, trailer, load, seatbelt, radio, and everything but my body and mind. In the case of God, however, He even provides the body and mind for the trip He demands from us.
If you want to treat God as a distant person who is only a task master, demanding certain things you can’t do, then fine. But you alone suffer under the burden He has not asked you to haul.
By His Grace.
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“But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one. As beautiful as you.” Don Mclean sung words which he did not understand the full meaning to. Others have sung another song: “This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through.” Indeed, this world was never meant as a home to those who serve Love. There is a place where God’s people are destined to appear. Yet, until we reach that place we will be utterly misunderstood and cast out of the world’s favor. “They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted and mistreated the world was not worthy of them.”
“How you suffered for your sanity. How you tried to set them free. They did not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.” Then the words render a different note of horror: “. . . perhaps they never will.” What is it to us if they listen or not? We are bound by the Glory of God to testify! And testify I will, regardless the response!
Were these words spoken as a testimony to your faith in Jesus, would you feel the power of that testimony? Could they be spoken of you? Will you permit me to ask you a question without turning toward pride? What is stopping you from becoming a blazing flame of testimony for the One who has redeemed you?
By His Grace.
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