The Borrowed Three


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My ears are searching for their last sound.  That special noise held in the hand of He who made them.  My eyes are closing slowly, searching for that last item they will perceive.  That item held in the hand of He who causes my eyes to see.  My lips are waiting to utter a last word.  That one word which remains reserved by the One who gives them good words to speak.

He alone knows the hour, minute, and second of this revealing.  Yet I search for it to appear.  I did not climb this mountain to hide among the reeds.  I have climbed The Mountain of the Lord’s making.  I have arrived at the top for three purposes; that I might hear His Word, that I may act out His Will, and that I might proclaim the Might of my God.  For this reason, He has given me life.  For this reason, He shall give me death.  For this reason, He has lent me these three.

All men are given an end to their service in this place of testing; regardless profit or demise.  In the end, this is all we own.  In our death, we find the appearance of that search which announces the end.  Announcement is proclaimed upon us all, “Here you shall receive the reward of your service.”

For those who do not love Him, that moment appears as a surprise.  Though they perceive death approach, it appears as no consolation.  They who have hated the Lord, will find that revealing a very disturbing opponent.  Loss is all that remains of what was theirs.  That moment closes all doors of possibility.  An eternal seal is burned into the rock as it closes behind them.  It reads, “This one has missed the mark.” 

Who will open that door?  Who will return to accomplish what should have been done?  None will return to learn to worship the One who made them.  Their feet now walk in a place of their choosing.  There is no longer pity, mercy, grace, or help offered.  They wait to hear their name cursed by the lips of He who desired their blessing.  And in this, His anger is justified.  They have stolen their own joy.  They have robbed God of His intent for them.  They have squandered their own hope, and called what is Holy a wicked name.  They, alone, are to blame for where they now reside.  Has not God provided their salvation in Jesus, His Righteous Son?  Did they not see the proof all about them?  Everything, in this place of testing, points to Jesus  I ponder their fate; if their name will even be mentioned at all.  Bundled together, they receive the word as one.  Woe to them, for there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth!

Those who have loved Him come to desire that moment.  A silencing of all their earthly senses becomes a door to an awareness, which does not fade.  They enter a door blazing, all through, with these words, “Welcome Home, thou blessed of the Lord.” 

Glory awaits His people, and no sense of man can gather it up.  Regardless their state here, there are ears, which hear unspeakable things.  There are eyes, which see past the edge of the universe; into the very presence of the Most High God.  There are lips, which speak a language no man has ever heard.  All His Glories, will be revealed!  For now, we see as through a glass darkly, but then we shall know in full; even as we are now fully known.

Come over here, you moment of longing.  I will have a word with you.  Step up and hold out your hands.  Take from me; the borrowed three.  You have arrived so that I might give them back to you.  I will not deny you your right.  As surely as I was glad to receive them, I am more than glad to return them to your hands.  The Lord has caused these three to become useful to Him.  All is well with my soul. 

I go to hear.

I go to see.

I go to speak with joy!

With great joy, I will embrace this moment of release.

Give them to another again; His work here remains to in progress.

From dust we are, and to dust we will return.

I depart, to be embraced by He who has embraced these three, and me.

His promise I go to inherit.  He has promised to give to His people a three which will never fade.  Give Glory to God!  Great Glory, Glory to God for what He has done for His people; how He protects them from harm!

By His Grace.

 

“Good”!


Words have a power all their own

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Make a pile of every good word man owns.  Reach into every language on the face of the entire earth and grasp good words.  Carry them gently and lay them down with love.  The pile grows to an gigantic size.  And we are happy at the shining mountain of good words.

Now, if you can, speak all those words with one word.  Let it be that there is one tongue in the world which can do that.  Now gather all the people to hear this word.  The man opens his lips.  He takes a very deep breath and lets his mouth speak that one encapsulating word.  All the people pause with extreme attention and they hear, “GOOD”.

Man is not permitted to own a word which describes the Glory of God.  We own no sound which, by itself, can express the lovely beauty that we perceive as we gaze upon Jesus with eyes of faith.

By His Grace.

My LOVE! How Sweet You Are!


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I present you words here.  That is all I can do.  And what shall I say which will describe the beauty of my Lovely God?

He is as a very light breeze which caresses my face.  Almost imperceptible to my senses, yet powerful enough to touch me, pass by, and caress a tree a hundred yards away.  And to my amazement, this same breeze which He allowed me to perceive has come from somewhere.  And it did not appear to me void of having touched others.  His beauty is a gentle breeze to those whom He loves.  Yet it is a hurricane to His enemies. 

His blazing light of Righteousness and judgment are welcome guests in this tent of flesh He has endowed with understanding.  And to say “guests” is less than appropriate.  For He is the owner of what He has made.  And even now I see that it is I who am become the guest in my own flesh.  It is I who sits down to the mean prepared by He who has come to live in my house.  This servitude is most amazing.  For He feeds the wicked in the temple of His building. 

Words.  Unholy words from he who is redeemed.  These are my lot.  Yet, don’t these words ring in your mind?  Can you read what I write?  When a man of God was brought to the Throne of He who Lives forever, that man spoke what is true;  “Woe is me!  For I am a man of unclean lips.  And I dwell among a people of unclean lips!”  This was said by a servant of the Most High God.  What shall be the words of those who remain in darkness?

Words.  How beautiful they can be if they strive to portray the beauty of my Love.  Yet how absolutely unable to paint the picture He shows to His people.  Who shall be proud of their words?  Who can stand in the Great Assembly and proclaim with their lips of man the Glory of God?  And who has ears to hear the beauty spoken?

By His Grace.

He IS!


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Who has words of thanks like that of the Holy Spirit of God?   Who can measure his tongue in the rhythm of eternal words?  Who can speak the language of God as we express His beauty to each other?  What item shall we hold up to describe the nature of God’s sacrifice? 

In this land of shadows, who can match His voice?  He is the One.  And nothing we can contrive, sense, nor imagine shall come near the true expression of He who IS.  A land in which even our praise is tainted by pride, selfishness, a certain blindness restrained by the will of God as the sea is restrained by sand.

HE IS!  HE WILL FOREVER BE!  We are the ones who’s names must be accompanied with a qualifier.  Yet He IS.

By His Grace.