Plead all you want to a heart of stone,
There’s no way it’ll ever love you.
Offer up the finer things,
Greed hates them
When they’ve lost the “new”.
No.
What’s needed here resides outside;
Strategic war,
A genocide.
Lift out the stone.
And in its place,
A heart of flesh from God replace.
It’s easy for a heart of stone
To love those things it calls its own.
But love like God’s is foreign ground.
To the heart whose beat makes not a sound.
“Settle down old ragged beating heart. Remember the Truth He spoke to those who are His. Visit the testimony within you. “Glory and peace belongs to the Glorious One alone.” His name is ALL Good things. His Holy name is Jesus.
Presently, it’s our time to suffer and die.
Look to His Day! The Promised Consoling is traveling to you, even now. See how you remember this. WORK! You untrustworthy, broken, unrighteous, and chaotic mess of tangled thoughts; errant miscreant that you are. REMEMBER!”
7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 10 We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 11 For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. 12 So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you. (2 Corinthians 4)
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Oh, holy men of God. I salute you with an earnest heart. I would have gone with you as you engage the enemy on that bloody ground in the land of lies. But I allowed my hands to be tied with sin. How I cried as I watched you go. How regal you appear as you marched in the feet fitted with the Gospel of peace. But it is given to me to carry firewood and water for your families. How earnestly I desired to go. But I find myself fit for the task He has given me. And in my amazement, He has granted me this task! Peace to you who fight the good fight. Glory to He who calls us both.
My brothers go in assurance. Your families are well cared for. I will carry the wood and water till my hands bleed. I will break my back for you. You go to accomplish that which I can only dream. Though imagination fill my heart with grand visions which belong to you, still I am but dreaming. He has chosen you to fight with a strength I will never have. He has gifted you with a righteous life behind you. He has raised you up with a holy history that man cannot assail.
And now, I pause to wipe my eyes. Look at how beautiful He has made you! Look at the sparkling among your ranks from the Holy Sword of the Word of God. How beautifully it is wielded in the hands of a righteous man!
Go in peace my brothers. Your back is where I belong. Through tears of regret I watch you go. But I will now turn, with all my might, to care for those you are sent to defend. In the end, we serve the same Glorious Lord! And we will celebrate with great joy on the marvelous day of God! Bless you, that He has considered me worthy to serve those who rise so tall. Glory to Jesus!
I wipe my tears and pray for iron hands, a backbone fitted with steel, and a heart filled to over flowing with purpose, for the Holy One they serve.
As I turn I consider you who laugh at this display of love. Subduing wrath, I will speak to you.
There is a place where the wickedness of man will be decimated! You laugh now, but you will ache with a deep and eternal sadness. You revel in rebellion now. But you will desire to run for shelter from the face of the Most High God. You celebrate every wicked thing, and even call God a liar. But it is you who will shudder as your lies are brought out for all to see.
Those men of God I salute tell you the truth. As a man I beg you to listen to them. For now you hate those gallant men. But there is a day coming when you will desire even the strength to look at them. Listen to the Gospel they speak. They speak the truth from lips blessed by the Most High God! They speak what is true and it will not be taken from them. Please, please, listen to them!
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The Lord’s hand is upon me. I am dressed by His Grace. All day long His Word is on my mind. And how my heart aches to hear His voice. But His Powerfully Gentle hand rests on my shoulder. And we both gaze at what is good.
“Ache then heart!” Ache to love your God! He made you beat. He gave you blood to churn. And by this gift you support this ache. Yet He is ever so much more.
Strain to listen. Strain to see. Lend every nerve ending toward all that is good. Seek Him till you find the limit He has imposed upon you. That place where He has declared, “Thus far you shall come, and no farther.” Ache, my heart!
By His Grace.
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