The Father calls... "I have a hand to lift you when you're falling, and an ear to hear you when you're calling. When you are turning and tossing I have the song to calm you, and the balm to heal you, the meal to feed you, antd the place to meet you. The arms beneath you, the light to precede you, the hope to ever greet you, the strength to always exceed you. When you let go or don't know, want to throw a blow or just feel so low, raise your cup for I will yet lift you up. I will show you the perspective of eternal life, make you effective and receptive keep you always protected. As your soul is well rested under My wings. All things can be defeated when your will is wielded yet yielded, you will be shielded by My hand, understand I will forever take you home and no matter what you are never alone". Is.42:6
What's really going on inside your hurting soul? Does any living person even really know? You are feeling so alone, like a leaf on a breeze blown, yet hope is a hard and a buried stone. Because the noisy world is silent to the hurting heart, just don't register on the important chart. Too busy wearing their own mask, to stop and ask or take on the caring task. But God has eyes deep as gravity, seeing all humanity's sad depravity. He does not wish calamity, He waits to give His love as sanity, to lift you from your apathy, help you in your tragedy, and fill your heart's empty cavity. He offers forgiveness to grant you amnesty, His understanding is pure majesty. John.14
I was sitting under a shade tree, when a butterfly came to me and its wing fluttered so fast it made me laugh as it landed quite candid in my hand it commanded my full attention. I have to mention that I felt a connection into a different dimension, it was like a magical extension of heaven, so light as it moved to my finger I hoped it might linger but it floated above me as if to love me with another moment it landed like a portrait on green leaf it did achieve its goal, for I believe in my soul that butterflies are God’s greatest mystery, just think if their history. Starting out as a worm-like all slippery a life of crawling in misery mostly prone to permanent injury as we don't notice them in the ground they roll round and climb on sticks, bricks and twigs. But in all the mix there exists a real-life magic trick. It's called metamorphosis and happens inside a chrysalis, I am no mystic, rather quite the critic but this isn't any gimmick. Who knows t...
"Behind these bars was another me, but that person disappeared before I got free: I was running so fast to get to my goal, when little did I know it , but my life they stole. They said money, fame, a recognized name, fortune and success, get all the glory and be self-obsessed. But somewhere along the very wrong way my soul seemed to scream, I was pulled downstream. So extreme was the sudden halt, when my name was called, and I was condemned for assault. I never meant to fight the guy, but he told a lie and so, I couldn't just let it go. Now I am here, locked up, stuff is tough and never clear, I am not the puppet nor the puppeteer. What is freedom, is to fly in a plane? escape these chains, and what do I gain if all things will fail me? I could book a trip on a cruise ship, become a millionaire for inventing a micro chip. Yet inside...
I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was homeless but you greeted Me with a smile, you talked awhile and went the extra mile. You came to visit when I was in prison, You led me home when I lost my vision. You were there when I was sick in bed, with pain in my head, you shared your bread, and hand fed me until I was better. You opened your own home when I was a stranger, I wasn't even a neighbor and you protected me from danger. You didn't change your grace, when I had no way to repay the favor but made me feel safer to stay there. I was poor you asked my name, I had no shoes but you had no shame. You clothed me with warmth, my arms were deformed, but your love transformed me with riches. When I was cast down in the ditches, you took the time to listen, and didn't...
In my life, I have seen a lot of fools gold, everyone buys what they have been told. God is sold with cheap and shallow words, "Just go to church", but nothing ever touches the place that hurts. On the surface, they are quick to say, the familiar line, "Everything is great, I am fine" yet their soul is a battlefield destroyed by the mind. Image lacks the courage to find the language, to ask if there is another way. For pure gold is dug out of deep places, found in solitary spaces, in attitude changes. It is given as wages to a humble heart, one willing to turn the pages to a new start, and stand guard from the hardness of mind, by believing that what you seek, is what you will find. Don't look behind but go deep in the mine, and forge beyond to an honest ...
Like a door into which you can disappear, like a life preserver that draws you near, like a map that makes all things clear, like a light in the dark that erases fear ...so is His Word to you. Like the reins, your direction to steer, like a shepherd's voice calling you to hear, like a boat waiting at the end of a pier, ...so is His Word to you. Like a song that fills your ears, like the momentum that turns your gears, like the sun that surely appears, ...so is His Word to you Jn.5:24/Jn.6:63
Mesmerized by the sunrise, like a beautiful song that you recognize. The colors of the clouds specialize, in a certain kind of paradise, as the light intensifies. It's brightness exemplifies, that no matter the nights that terrify, you must simply realize that without compromise, the morning does finalize the darkness, and will revitalize a new day of promise. So visualize the horizon whenever you are frightened, utilizing full assurance that the Son will brighten and inspire, be patient be persevering, for the Son rises to all who inquire, and long for His appearing. Luke.1:78/ 2Tim.4:8
How is that the ear can hear simultaneous sounds? How is that the brain's comprehension knows no bounds? What makes our eyes distinguish the shades of many colors? How do we recognize the difference of one face from another? The palate on our tongue can distinguish innumerable tastes, the reaction of our nervous system knows no delays. Yet the one fact remains though this one fact is denied, God so clearly exists, yet everyone says He hides. Ps.139:14
The Father sat with His eyes on the road, everything slowed, His hope unbroken, and heart wide open. He blinked twice to see a single silhouette, it was His own son that He could never forget. He stood in a hurry, his walk became a run, eyes full of mercy, He didn't care what had been done for life had now begun. Dirty from all his worthless deeds, the Father had everything to meet his needs. Wrapped Him in a tight embrace, forgiveness to lift up his face. A robe over his shoulders, sandals for his feet, ring on his finger and his own home down the street. Let us celebrate with a feast, the lost is found, the outcast crowned, the prisoner released. Enough has been said this son of mine has come back from the dead. Luke.15
Like through a keyhole, I am trying to see now, is anyone home? A face like a stone, I am looking into your eyes, and I see stormy skies, how can I break down those lies? I see beyond your walls and hear a dying pulse from the poison of a hope that’s false, your panic sends out calls, but the echo is lost, too many boundaries crossed. I try to stand here and knock but the door is yours to unlock, I know I seem like an outsider but it’s the same battle and I am a fighter I want to make your burden lighter but life is on a timer it is your map to decipher. Find the pathway through, that’s what I am here to do. So let me in, let’s begin I am no salesman but I traverse the world within. Breaking the silence is hard, but if you open what is barred, and drop you...
What do you see? Do you see a rusty key or do you see an unlocked door? Do you see a white sheet or do you see the end of a war? Do you see distant dark clouds or do you see the sprouts that form? Do you see the small tiny seed or can you see the massive tree with its vibrant leaves? Do you see the rocks that spark or do you see the fire to keep you warm? Do you see a crown of thorns, Or do you see a man reborn? Do you see the task at hand or do you see the heart transformed? Matthew.16:13/John.3:3
They told me I would be fine... Were they just lying? Because I feel like I am dying and no one is even trying to keep me from crying. They told me I would be fine... but where is the line from, "things just take time", to, "I’ll never be the same again". It’s a shame they play the blame game, Why aim the pain when no one is okay? So alone I sit to pine away . They told me I would be fine. ...someday maybe, but lately I feel like I am fading away, memories graze me faintly, I am touched by my own frailty and think so deeply about life’s vanity. They told me I would be fine. But the sands of time pass us by, through the hourglass, without even our second glance. How many others just begging for a second chance to change the past, erase the bitterness and their stubborn stance, and turn it into an open hand to grasp. They told me I would be fin...
In another life, Louis would have known everyone on the train, but he was hurt so he asked no one their name. He would have won first place in the race, but decided he wouldn’t inscribe, but spend the time inside, who cares if he didn’t try? She died, the older lady was his neighbor but he didn’t know anyone ever lived there she was rich and had no heir but he never took the time to care. He had so many talents but his thoughts were so absent, never wondered what would happen with a mind that just stayed so stagnant. Fragments of life held together with a heartbeat didn’t like to speak, always felt so weak, never looked at someone’s eyes while walking down the street for he let self-pity drown him never saw the joy around him his wounds only bound him until his hope found him. It started to rain as he got on the train, ...
