A Taste of the Chasm


To hear your voice a afresh.

To hear your words so clear.

After a time of rest,

Without your music in my ears.

I’ve spent time with the Holy One.

I’ve listened to his voice.

He has, my love for man undone.

He’s granted me The Choice.

But lies are all you know to speak.

Such noise is vast absurd!

Such peace and truth are mine to eat.

While you feast upon your words.

Then I come across the chasm,

Back to the place of man.

To stand among the chaos,

To hear your unholy demands.

To prayer with you, or away with you!

I cannot stand your din!

For nothing here can ring as true,

As 10 minutes spent with Him.

How great is the gulf twixt man and God,

How great is the distance between?

What is the dimension of impossible odds?

How vulgar is obscene?

By His Grace

The Same


In the eyes of my mind, I perceive humanity as a whole.  I do not divide them according to the trappings of any one generation.  Whatever toys or tools a man may hold, God sees the man.  Any man who lived 2000 years before Christ is equal in God’s sight to the baby born today.

Yet I am of this generation.  And I perceive that the kingdom of God is no different between any generation.  What was expected of men is still expected.  What is offered today is the same as was offered then.  And the outcome of the righteous and the wicked remains firmly established.

And the nature of man has not changed simply because he can fashion dirt into different objects than his ancestor imagined.  He is still as wicked.  He is still a liar.  His righteousness is still nothing but a shadow.

Two things remain throughout every generation of man.  The kingdom of God thrives among the wicked, he chooses those he will, in his eternal wisdom.  And man is totally helpless to save himself.

Do not be fooled by the proclamations today.  They are saying we are on the verge of greatness.  But they lie.  If they tell the truth, it is only that they show their pride and arrogance.

Let he who has eyes, see.  Let he who has ears, hear.  Let he who understands, proclaim.

By His Grace

“I’m a Man!”


With every thought.  With every action.  With every word he speaks.  Man proclaims, “I am a man”.

With pride of accomplished adulthood, man stands.  As if there is something to be proud about, by the simple doings of expectations.

How many perceive the shame of man?  How many are able or willing to perceive the length, width, height, and depth that is God?  With such a perception, man is no more than a tiny baby.

Wisdom escapes man; holy wisdom from ancient of ages escapes man.  The doings of God that were done endless years before the creation of Adam.  Where is this wisdom among man?  How small is every man?

With every prayer.  With every desire.  With every movement of soul and body.  The man of God seeks the will of God.

Where is the boasting pride of man before God’s Holy Throne?  Such things are not even allowed entrance.

The People of Restraint


It is flesh who cannot see.
It is this place relegated to obscurity.

All of heaven is open space free and blessed to be.
Constrained, that is we.

By His Grace

Never


I would scream, but to what effect?  I would paint pictures, were I an artist, but who would appraise the paintings correctly?   So I paint with words, but who understands?

All the things men do in this world are not real!  The language we use is impure.  The facade of clothing is nothing more than that.  All the pride of life comes to ruin and destruction.  It is not man who is real.  It is God and His heavenly kingdom who is real!

The lights that destroy the darkness of night are not real.  The competition between men for prizes that rot, they are not real!  The chasing after money and fame and acceptance are not real!  All these things belong to the great lie! 

But who understands?  If I tell this to my loved ones, they laugh at me.  If I tell this to my friends, they turn their face as if I am hideous to look at.  If I tell this to strangers, they threaten to call the police.

Why do men embrace the lie before they will even consider the truth?  God alone is real!

He and his kingdom are from ages past, not years!  And how long is an age?  The answer begins when someone can quantify the age of the universe.  God has been for multiple of these. 

How is it then that the pride of man thinks he is so great?  Why does he injure his brother with a variety of attack, and all for the sake of a lie?

I ask myself, “When will men believe”?  The answer comes as a stone cold heart: “NEVER!”

By His Grace

Awareness


They call me a man, and among them, yes I am.

But that is not the sum of my name.

For there are those who were, long before I was,

and they have been faithful to remain.

God is first and God is last,

all else falls to and fro.

Among the throng I do belong;

But a child, and from below.

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Ancient ages past have seen

The Faithful do His will.

Though in your sight maturity’s mine,

A child I was, and still.

The pride of man: “I’ve grown enough;

I’ve conquered all I have.

Respect me now for I’ve become.

Yes, I’ve become a man!”

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And He said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”