The night is nearly spent.
To His Throne, I’ve went.
What will come is in His hand.
Let the DAY begin!
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The Crystal Spire
A Mystery from vision:
A Crystal Mount rises from below the deep.
Frothing waves; mindless beginnings.
Settled and firm in the bedrock below,
With mighty claws, the Mount remains fixed.
Renowned is the spire which towers above.
As it juts though, it’s jilted by tumult.
Pierced are the clouds, never handled by men.
Obscure is what lay, just “beyond”.
Sparse are the feet which have climbed “within”.
Never, no never, to return; not again.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Sigh.
. . . . . . . . . . . . ..Amen.
Now the tale turns to oblivion beyond,
To the place no perception of man has witnessed
The spire continues to mount and recede,
Past the grasp of flesh’s fingers for gripping.
Tiny atop, is this vibrant aged spire.
Not one shred of man welcomed to climb.
From somewhere above, to the end of all things,
Only souls defy nature to bind.
The narrow gate’s not wood, stone or lime.
It’s becoming from flesh; death entwined.
Answer to Prayer
When the Lord shall give you answer,
To a question you have had.
Sear it in your memory,
As the receiving child is glad.
Play with it and own it.
Toss all it around.
Look at it, with joy’s intent.
Study from the upside and down.
Take it apart as far as it will.
Examine its inner part.
Then let your soul decide to be still.
Understanding with grateful heart.
By His Grace
The Holy Thief
Dressed in ragged raiment, the beggar stood up to speak.
Upon his face was a beaming smile, like summer breeze against your cheek.
What he spoke amazed the crowd for they counted him as dim.
But as words flowed out the crowd could see blazing light within.
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“I have approached the Most High God.
I’ve taken what belongs to him.
Not so much as a sinner might do.
But absconding with remedy for sin.
He lays it in an open place outside his holy throne.
Any man may walk up there and take it quickly to his home.
He holds no man accountable for taking these things he owns.
But he lets them come and take what’s his to heal their ragged bones.
Even here you see a sliver of golden life from there
I found it in that open space. I present it for your ears.
It does not take a hardy thief to take from the Most High God.
It only takes one who truly believes. I’m really not that odd.
Wisdom is given freely; lacking judgment on the part of God.
Specific for the purpose of life, that his name we all might laud.”
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With completion of delivery, the loner turned and left.
The crowd was stunned to silence. He’d delivered more than their best.
What happened next, the jury rests, for only time will tell,
How they will treat this special gold he delivered oh so well.
By His Grace
Dedication
Now is my day.
My chance to obey.
And not just to say,
“He is my lord”.
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Were I to die now,
Temptations abound!
Though I be nowhere
To be found.
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To the work then go I.
Using care what I spy.
To keep my soul’s eye
Fixed firmly on Him.
By His Grace
The Beast at My Door
Humility is a fleeting beauty
For the sake of the beast within.
She comes to kiss with eternal lips.
And thus, for a moment,
The beast is subdued.
But soon he finds a bobble,
That others do not have;
A rock, a leaf, a twig, or sand,
And he rises once again.
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Sin of pride crouches,
At the threshold of our door.
He desires to have us,
That he may have “what’s more”.
This horrible, putrid way of man;
This pride of life says, “Yes I can,
Be more than my brothers or sisters can be”!
To be equal with satan’s sin, you see.
The Apostle Paul had mentioned with three,
Prayerful attempts to be rid of thee.
But God in His Wisdom knows His design:
“My Grace is sufficient,
Humility’s mine”.
It’s given to man to endure and subdue,
That hideous beast that is me, that is you.
The deadliest animal ever to live,
Can be muzzled and chained
By the Glory that’s His.
By His Grace
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