What is the grace of God?
It is his faithful promise.
For even while the wicked rose from the unholy beds, God has done this as a token of his love.
Yet, with their minds full of gain, who has truly seen?
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Monthly Archives: April 2015
THE DAWN
A shaft of salmon colored light,
Makes the difference between the day and night.
Bracketed on the left by the end of a certain cloud.
The Shining slice of Crescent moon
Moves gently between the layers.
The path of faithful traverse,
Is drawn in the mind of a man.
And with the dawn,
Dawns understanding.
The faithful promise of the Faithful One,
Provides another day.
And I am witness to this explosion of opportunity.
What was, is registered in the mind of the Holy One.
What is yet to be of this day, is given into his hands.
The hour of prayer has come and gone.
But the life I live is yet to dawn.
You bring faithfulness and continuance,
O’ holy Lamb of God.
Come and have your way with me.
Teach me great humility.
For you alone are God.
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To Have, or Not to Have
It is far better to agree with the Holy Lord, than to be able to raise the dead. It is far better to die of starvation, if that is His will for you, than to be able to make a banquet appear from nowhere.
It is far better to live in isolation and abandoned by every man, then to distort the Gospel and make it say things for the sake of their itchy ears. It is better to be crucified for the Holy Name of Jesus the Christ of God, than to be loved by every man, woman and child who ever lived.
The Living God will support the one who agrees with his Holy Son. But the one who desires appreciation from man, will find himself starkly alone. It is immeasurably better to agree with the Living God, than to have the smallest of desire granted.
“If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.” Miracles do not provide the willing soul that God desires. Instead, God is looking for those who will love him regardless what comes. Isn’t that why he loves his Holy Son so dearly?
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Godly Sorrow
There is sorrow in me
For the vastness of humanity.
What they seek so deep,
They will not keep.
The riches of religious pageantry.
The folly of drunken revelry.
The science which explains it all.
The buildings which stand; so many and tall.
Relationships they hold so dear,
While hating those who dare draw near.
The wars they fight with all their might,
With blood spilled out, both day and night!
The music of the devil planted,
The voice of God, by ruse supplanted.
Their love of freedom regardless the cost.
Even though eternal life is lost.
And so much more, time will not lend.
This sorrow in me just cannot bend.
When all it takes is humility,
To seek God’s face on bended knee.
While God’s promise remains,
“Destruction’ coming”.
They go on with all their precious nothing.
They have no grasp of the war within.
Or the strength of all their dearly loved sin.
Instead they see there’s nothing wrong,
For humanity to sing the song:
“I’m only man.
That’s what I am.
How dare you call me to holiness!
If God is true,
Then contempt is for you.
May all your religions be damned!
For there is no God
On our precious sod,
To teach us the way you proclaim.
So then righteous hatred
To you is directed,
There’s no mercy attached to your name!
Now just leave us alone.
Treck on to your home.
But you’ll die like the rest of us.
Eternity’s there.
Will grant you, that’s fair.
But science alone will save us.
You tire out us.
Provoking disgust.
When time’s proper we’ll seek your demise.
Go up old bald head!
Ascend to your home,
Past our beautiful clear blue skies!”
I hear that song sung
As each day has begun.
To avoid it, I am not fit.
So I counter their din
By praying to HIM:
“Please, Great God,
Teach me how to respond.
Lest their blasphemous words destroy me.
For I know you are True.
And within me is You.
Grant me words that release, not restrain Thee.”
Then I wait for a time,
With my soul so inclined,
To hear his most precious response:
“From the time of Adam to the present,
The rebellion of man has ascended.
Men will do what they do!
It’s not up to you,
To stifle the seed that was planted.
I have heard their proud words.
I’ve considered them fully absurd.
For they think that their words can destroy me.
But I raise up my own,
From My Holy Home.
Keeping blind, those fools who offend me.
But write down what’s good,
For its proper we should
Lay fast the vast great testimony.
Soon enough I’ll descend
To bring complete end
To their fully abhorrent false revelry.”
So I started to write,
As best I might,
A recounting of things that are true.
And by all means I’ll fight
To reveal He whose Right
That the Lord may save his sweet few.
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Waiting for His Calling
I so look forward to the last moment I will see what man has built. The last breath of air. The last rejection of the Gospel. The last conversation regarding the things of time.
I look forward to the last expression of hatred I am forced to witness. I want to see my last sunrise. May my last winter approach me quickly. And may I pull my blankets up for the last time soon.
I still have great vigor to testify for the Glorious Lord Jesus. I still have a sound mind to reason with man. Surely there are millions who have not confronted the Gospel. And every day is simply too short to do it all.
So there is faith to build, breath to use for his beautiful sake, rejection to encounter, minutes to come and go, hatred to endure, sunrises to pronounce the end of the sweet hour of prayer, a winter, or more, in which pulling my blankets up is pleasurable.
But how I yearn, to see the face of the One who has loved me. How I yearn for eternity of real peace. How I long to see those great men of the Lord Jesus. I am anxious to meet the least in the kingdom of heaven, that I may embrace him as my brother forever.
May my time to come home appear swiftly Holy Lord. Amen.
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Numonics
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