The telling of the things unseen

A calling to the bride

2009-08-18T22:07:00.000-07:00

What a slow crawl it is with the cross on and off your back like it is in this process of giving over your life and experiencing repentance. One child, yet dearly loved. Should the crawl be this devastating or at some point do I start running? Come on, we can take up our cross! It's constantly laying right beside of us. How long must we stare at the tree and hesitate to allow it's bark to engrave our backs as we deny our selfishness daily and follow the heavenly counselor out of the darkness and into the light where true life illuminates it's bride. Brightness could be birthed in his guidance but we spend a majority of our time standing in the darkness. The Kingdom has come! His will is surely to be done! But what am I doing as one of his children? A new creation? Is that me? Standing beneath your knees and falling on my own to tell you that I want to make your heart my home. I get back up but it's not long before I find myself facedown again because all of my hope must cling to your lamb. Your only son, a miracle and a decedent of David just as the prophecy was spoken. Is that you? That energy I feel racing towards my soul. It's singing songs of freedom and things I'd see as impossibilities. Is that you? Speaking of things I can't comprehend? Is that you? Turning on light switches that my soul has been longing to reach ever since it's existence? My hands are up and when I jump I can barely touch the ceiling, but when I'm thinking that the same God who hung the stars and saves every tear I've ever cried wants to bring healing, now this is a soul's physician worth seeking. The relationship that I share with you is possible because of you. Did you see me when I walked in with nothing in my hands? Were you aware of my lack of understanding? That is why you saved me? If all possible, with gentleness pound some understanding into this mind. I'm willing, yet defined by this brokenness inside. I invite you in this room. Do what you'd like. You are Great in mercy and full of loving kindness? Perhaps hope sits at the edge of this cliff. Should I jump or should I run? Should I live or should I give my life up? The greatest Joy in life is to follow you because hardships and persecution don't have to rotten the mood. When I speak poison begins to ooze. So I choose you..

My lips are deadly and yours are lovely. Intimacy with the spirit will lead me to lips that shall speak for eternity. Dead seeds have been laid and my flesh is attempting to rob me of genuine energy. Deceitfulness, be released from my body. My God, Grab, heal, redeem, step in and create in me a clean and pure heart. Restore to me the Joy of my Salvation.. Let the Holy spirit speak louder than temptations hiss hovering over our necks. You can Deliver us, you can make a hard heart soft again. According to your Great Grace, I ask that you would send rain showers full of a knee bending presence, not because you want our grudging submission but because you long to see us walk as obedient children. Everything pushed aside, this is it. Let prophets prophesy, let children speak, make your bride meek. A calling of submission to authority. Let it be! Your Glory overshadowing all that is happening.

A plea for truth

2009-05-10T21:09:00.000-07:00

I can hear passed generations calling out to my generation. They are screaming “Seek truth and forsake your understanding.” I asked them “Why do you cry?” And as they responded I could see the tears in their eyes. In their sadness they replied “Our generations lifetime's were all very well wrapped up in confusion. Now I turn to confront confusion. Who invited you in? Deep inside the minds of young men and woman, you've tortured and abused the people that God has intended to be his sons and daughters. You broke the sweet harmony that danced in the garden in the beginning and you are trying to destroy the soul's of humanity. I now turn to speak to truth. Lies and deceitfulness are no where around you. Peace runs in circles around you wearing Kingly robes and a crown of Glory. You never forsake to be intimately peaceful when all else fails outside of your heavenly empire. I once read how a grown man counted all else dung compared to knowing your love. Another man once said that one day in your courts was better than a thousand elsewhere. So I feel that peace now as it remains after every piece of logical reasoning exhausts my mind. Peace is the solely overwhelming feeling to the point of tangibility. Truth, you never fail to take the hand of reality and lead it to the center of the dance floor. I can see you now, speeding up only to slow back down and continue the cycle of ruling over every situation and every heart beating in every nation across the planet. Truth, give us ears to hear and eyes to see the devastation and beauty in your speaking. Truth, you severely translate the flow of reality and the ocean quiets when you demand it to be silent. Truth, eternally you breathe to speak the gospel that the King above all Kings would come and die for me. What greater news is there than this? That a wretch like me could be seen as holy? Truth, you never run out the back door and for that I adore you and want more. You bring me Joy and direction. Truth, help me abide in you and you in me because I'm just a worthless tree without your fruit.

My place for all days. (6/1/07)

2009-04-20T21:25:00.000-07:00

You happen to be my unchanging beauty in the time of need

And my grace in the morning, oh how I need thee

Days, months, and years pass on by

but you're simply loving time

As your grace dominates my life

And your face seems to shine brighter than this sun that I've been seeing.

But where do I find the meaning?

as I pretend to swim on my floaty in the shallow end.

You're looking at me straight in the heart

Oh, deeper is where you want to go?

I'll be going deeper with you if you continue to be my hiding place through it all.

My place to stand and my place to fall.

Another evening to be humble. (7/24/07)

2009-04-20T21:21:00.000-07:00

Another night next to you

glaring into your eyes, soon after the sunset decides to say it's goodbye's

we're going to spend this night inside

under our blankets, listening closely to the tide

The wind is catching up to your ears and it's starting to get cold in here,

but the warmth of you is speaking clear

Another night to hold you, my dear

It seems more and more lovely as the years have brought joy, and sometimes tears,

but what I find most beautiful of all,

is you always seem to be right here

embracing me, holding me near, until the bird's sing our favorite song and bring a sudden joy to our ears

It's the faith that you have shown to me that has dried my tears

And your hands that have stolen my fears.

I am so tired of letting you down

I must be on my knees to embrace a crown.

A Declaration For Every Nation. (8/22/07)

2009-04-20T21:16:00.000-07:00

Stop for a moment and let reality fill the air

As time obeys it's every desire

creeping through the walls of every empire

The freedom that our hearts have in Christ tell of rest for our hearts during times that we feel as if we were falling apart.

Our hearts belong to God, the God that even perfection cries to touch

And in those moments where we can't find words to line up with our emotions, lean on Christ for he knows every need, of every heart, in every nation.

Find your rest bed tonight, rest your soul, rest your head for a while. Taste some peace, before your moments of sleep.

Take a deep breath and let freedom invade you,

For if Christ is for you, who could ever come against you?

A horrific evening couldn't keep grace from singing. (9/26/07)

2009-04-20T21:11:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time I tossed and turned through the night, as I fought my thoughts that were telling me that I felt much better during the moments where I wasn’t awake. Twas the night where I was repetitively reminded of my court date scheduled to be right before the sun rise upon that seemingly slow coming day.

I had forgotten why I must go before the judge, but I was told that I was charged for a multiple of past actions. On that night I could not shut my eyes, for I felt as if death was killing my insides.

As the sunrise continued to make it’s way towards the dark and cloudy skies, I found myself preparing my defensive speech for these actions I was still not aware of. I then thought of some powerful and wealthy lawyers I could give a call, but every phone happened to be turned off. I then placed my hands into my pockets and searched for gold, but it turns out that my pockets could only keep my hands from being cold. I gave up on ideas and walked outside of my home, I was surprised that all of the roads were closed. I began to feel my heart become even heavier than it was during my evening where my tears soaked my pillow until it leaked of my distress and my sorrow. I could not find answers to my emotions, or identify why I was on my way to stand in front of the judge.

Once I came upon the courthouse, I noticed that thousands of people were standing outside asking the same questions to each other, eager to find an answer to why they were there.

We all felt chained down as we made our way to see the judge. I was astounded that I was seeing different races from every nation cling to hold a hand. My mind began to wander as tears began to fall down my face. My feet then began to shake as I entered the court, for I did not know why this judge was calling my name. I made my way to the front to see his face, but instead of feeling anger inside of that place, I suddenly felt grace. It was his face that I could not find with my own eyes open. The crowd that slowly moved towards the front began to shout in their own different languages. I could not understand what was flowing out of their mouths, but I knew that this Christ was hearing them out. I did notice that the thousands that entered suddenly took a bow. I fell on my knees and suddenly felt lost, I closed my eyes and then God pictured in my mind a cross. I could feel that the whole crowd was seeing the same cross that I was seeing, as the momentum of grace and mercy made it’s way to our lost hearts. We remembered the impact that Christ’s body took on that cross. It was that day that our debts were paid when there was not even a bond placed for our possible escape. Twas the day where our past was erased and our mornings from then on came along with grace. We left on that day all singing the same song, although we sang in different languages. Twas the day where kindness filled the air and captivated the sinners stare. Twas the day where Our understanding died and Christ’s arose to show us that faith is seen when our eyes are closed.

A child at the table. (10/4/07)

2009-04-20T21:09:00.000-07:00

I’ve finally awaken from my dreams,

And before I can even open my eyes to view my surroundings

You’ve somehow surrounded and scorched my insides with this fire in your eyes

That takes me further than the skies and leaves me breathless as time goes by

Why are you searching inside of this broken heart?

Why are you knitting back together what has been broken from the start?

What do I have to offer you, God is Isreal?

How could this even be real?

How am I not embracing this meal?

I sit at the table where you dine, but I refuse to pick up my knife

because my pride continually eats my opportunity to taste real life.

But Jesus, have mercy on this thirsty soul of mine

and continue to invite me with your arms wide open

Let grace meet me at the door and direct me to your table,

for I know that when I walk in your light, the darkness will tremble.

I run, I walk, I crawl, and I fall, but I pray for the faith to seek you through it all.

I long to drink from your cup, would you search to find my true desires?

I am hungry for your own very word, but so hesitant to swallow it.

I’m devastatingly weak in my mind, strengthen these thoughts of mine.

Take me to that place and hold me still in the midst of your paradise.

Questions and pleading. (10/13/07)

2009-04-20T21:05:00.000-07:00

“Who left me here? Why am I stranded here?” Cries my soul.

And I must admit that I’m searching for a desperate state of mind.

Somehow my eyes believe that they see good in what isolates to kill me.

but my soul fights back, asking me questions of it’s own

“What is a picture that never moves your heart?”

“What is an image that seeks to blind your sight?”

“What is photograph that seeks to cover your light?”

I’m left with a sore heart, while flesh and soul go at war.

My eyes have become useless, failing to show me more than a picture.

My hands should’ve been cut off years ago, for their works have done no good.

My feet should be full of mud, for my ways have not been clean.

“Oh my God, where would I be without the King of Kings?”

Searching to find an answer to my question, but visions are all that I get.

Getting pelted with rocks as I wish to give my loved ones one last kiss.

Falling down and scraping my knee in a pile of thorns that have fallen from the trees.

Walking through the darkness, screaming until my throat bleeds,

Walking in comfort, to jogging in confusion, and finally running in desperation, but the road would have never ended for me. My search for the light would have failed me.

But it was you Jesus, who held my cross on your back as my punishment pierced your skin.

Oh my God, where does this love end? Would you call my soul your home? Would you seel me for your courts above? I just long to spend a moment wrapped up In your love. Write my name in the book of life, find the mustard seed of faith inside of my mind. Draw me to tears, draw me to the fathers type of fear, I pray that my soul has it’s very own ears, in order to transfer the message to my flesh that because of any amount that Christ bled, it was enough to pronounce my flesh dead. I walk into a dark room, but there now is light. Mercy put new eyeballs inside of my soul that out duels anything of the physical. Grace sent me a sword with true love written on every edge. I now wear the breastplate of honor, with the authority to defeat anything empty that evil throws at me. Find me in my hiding place, only searching for you. Find the light inside of me that is shining brightly only because of you. Continue to remind me that the light switch is always what I reach for in the midst of an empty and dark room. Hold me still as I panic to touch you.

Fearing No Evil. (10/30/07)

2009-04-20T20:57:00.000-07:00

I have looked inside of my soul to find days full of gray skies.

I’ve decided that I’ll stay inside and face my demons with facing eyes

My mind is wandering but my heart is far away

I'm trying to catch time, but it keeps pulling me away

I hear Satan’s hiss, but I’ve got hopes of falling deep into bliss

but my heart is a mess and I continue to fail to find my place of rest

My knees are still young, but they're taking a beating every time I fall.

My face touches the floor and I fall on my stomach

I pray "Lord, meet me when I seek you like you promised"

"My mind is a mess, but please let me enter your courts where my failures are exposed and confusion turns into a road just for you and I to walk alone"

"Take me away from these shallow thoughts of mine, full of anger, lust, and these ones that cause me to control my own time. The door is there but I'm still lying on the floor pleading your blood over my soul. My eyes are blind, but Lord be graceful to me and restore my sight. Let your love be the banner of my rights. Take my dark mind and toss it into your light. Let my soul know that you’ve got complete control. Let my flesh fall where you stand when you come into my sinful realm, and splatter the blood of Jesus on every wall. God, let my flesh submit to you in my time of need. The scriptures proclaim you be to a jealous God, so be jealous over this heart of mine, fight these demons that haunt me, and hunger to take me to a place where there is no escape. I believe that these hands of mine belong to you, so take them and share yourself with the world and leave my understanding breathless and gasping for air, as I lean on you. I believe that my eyes belong to you, so let them be blinded, or keep them closed so I can catch a glimpse of you. I believe that my feet belong to you, pour living water down my ankles and turn my dark ways into hall ways full of grace. My Jesus, just give me one look into your face.

Dead sought, yet his blood bought. (12/21/07)

2009-04-20T20:51:00.000-07:00

I walk outside to dig my grave as my shame whispers lies into my ear,

so quick to follow like cattle unaware that it's slaughter is near.

Here comes death breathing down my neck, resting it's plans in my head while searching for another situation to put my spirit to death. Here comes a collision, my broknenness and confusion clash faster than the light expanding in a dark room. I'm lying on my back while the evil one brings his greatest attack, exposing my broken soul to the sinful things it hungers the most. I'm now dying on the floor, as my voice shouts for more, as anguish somehow mixes with hope in the air longing that the light would open the door. My heart is beating still, but my sin keeps pushing me off of this hill. I'm now clinging for whatever my hand can get a grip of, as the evil one stomps on my fingers and laughs as my sin haunts me. But didn't light open up the door and allow me to have victory over the doors that would lead me to sin? Oh, expose this soul and bring me back into your arms. Where my fight is not against flesh or blood, but against the forces of evil in heavenly realms. The truth is you, may I breathe you in this life where I'm bound to wander away. When they surround me in thy dark room, let it be the light that is noticed rather than quiet lies. Evil runs from you, it finds itself defeated and mistreated as you love the sinner, rather than drowning him in death. I am dead to the world today, but ressurected because of the light and the way. Jesus Christ, every knee will bow to you, as you offer more than just a rescue, but a love that is neverending. Bring me back to you.

A mission believed in. (1/27/08)

2009-04-20T20:44:00.000-07:00

Every day routines, welcome to the agenda of the lost.

Waking to wonder,

Eating to be full,

Clinging to sex for security,

Working out to be the strongest,

Gaining education from the empty,

Longing for money for the gain of acceptance,

Sleeping for escape, while dreaming away.

Welcome to a moment that will bring back the original form to your soul,

take off your shoes before you enter these courts.

come in and see the widow on her knees

as the children cling to every melody.

The piano's song playing through the room can't tell of the beauty that our souls are feeling.

“Lets go” cries the church, but our shortcomings continue to be viewed.

If only we could understand that Christ paid our dues.

Who can prove the truth to be wrong?

Who can say God's word has failed?

Who can hold us down?

“Lets go!” is going to be shouted from every voice in the crowd,

As we strap on our breastplate of Righteousness that Christ graciously gave us.

Our shields of faith, we will push before us,

and our belt of truth will be worn tightly around us,

Our Sandals of peace will allow us to reach the lost,

as our swords of the spirit cut through every stressing thought of the confused,

and they will be starving for the truth after they hear the gospel of you,

They will be given a helmet of salvation and join your army.

An army with an alarming for your return.

We must keep fighting until we hear the crowds roar.

“Christ is hear, the trumpet has sound!”

As we will meet you in the clouds.

Heading home, where the glassy seas will be seen.

And we'll join the saints in singing,

and the angels in dancing.

“Praise to Christ the King, forever we will sing.”

A true response (2/1/08)

2009-04-20T20:39:00.000-07:00

If my enemy asked me to write the most brilliant love letter in all of History,

I'd tell of my shortcomings and my doubts.

I'd mention all of my selfishness for my own exaltance, my pride, and my rustful soul.

I'd speak of my lust for the things of this world, and my battle with the sword.

I'd proclaim my falling on my face every time I entered a darkened place.

I'd mumble of my stumble and my struggle to acknowledge the word,

I'd moan of my transgressions and plead for all that it's worth.

The enemy would then yell in my face “I could write a better love story that would be remembered as the greatest throughout history!”

And I'd respond, “ Despite all of this, Jesus Christ still died for me.”

Run your way, let me go, I'd rather cut off my leg than give you a foothold.

Your days are numbered, with Christ I am free.

I'll be dancing with the redeemed throughout eternity.

Decieved, at times I am, but you will never be able to erase the blood of the lamb.

It mingled down Christ as he wore the sinners crown.

There was my shame, there was my blame,

so stop calling out my name.

And tonight I sleep in the midst of grace,

for if death calls my name, Christ, who overcame the grave

will indeed save.

I'll admit that your powerful,

but your reign over me was diminished on the day that Christ bled, and with his final words he notably said “It is finished.”

A lonely plea met by the King of Kings (2/12/08)

2009-04-20T20:12:00.000-07:00

So this us me, sitting alone in a room with nothing to prove to world that wants to know my name

and pull me to desiring a place of fame. I'm still alone in my room as you hold the stars in place. It's become a must to seek your face in world that I no longer want to call my home. Do a work in this cold heart of mine, bring me to my knees, mold every desire in me to be pleasing to you my saving King. I long to give you my all, every inhale and exhale of my chest, every moment of my eating and my rest. Tonight I have found my way into my hiding place, but it seems so hard to have faith as I think of what a mess I've made. I am struggling to fall on my knees during a time where it's hard for me to believe that you would want to use a sinner like me. Unworthy in every way is what I am every moment of every day. The pain of my lack of willingness is taking it's toll. The rain is pouring onto my roof and it seems like it is going to crash down on me. It's my plea to turn around, but I know that my only enemy that I'm not called not to love is going to attempt to blind me. Come and mold victory in my bones, stay long enough to sing your sweet songs to my soul, bring about the image of you as all of my masks fall off in order to be seen running freely to you My merciful King. You are the greatest forever, you're the fullness of genuine, I will not taste anything better, glorified you'll be forever. I long to take up my cross and follow you, but you must stay merciful and so true because I know my words often seem empty to you. Come closer than I know, cause me to not lean on my own. Take all of my burdens because you actually know all that is going on inside of my soul. One day I will be completely free, it's all bottled up In what I believe. Christ is coming with redeeming power for you and for me. Trust in his majesty and set your soul at ease as he pinetrates to your heart and opens your eyes to see what has been such a supreme mystery. All come meet me here, as we push towards the only one that we shall fear.

Dying, yet to breathe again. (3/2/08)

2009-04-20T20:04:00.000-07:00

My voice is slowly fading , wrinkling is my skin, as my bones will soon fail me. Gray hair will soon come to tell of change as every generations age is awaiting the coming of you and your Kingdom's reign. I've got breaking news every day for all who are still in these dying bodies. A message that has always been free, news that will bring men to their knees.

Same sin, different generation.

Same God, seeking glorification.

He longs to see this broken generation become a dancing generation. The clapping of hands has never been so humbling here, longing to explain the lack of your name in our search for fame. We don't want anything but you now my God. Let our voices utter and proclaim the severity and goodness of your name, through the joy and in the pain, you are unchanging, yesterday, today, the same. A moment of prayer has never meant so much, surrounded in circles with a body of people who are struggling here as we push to our only hope that you would meet us here. Engrave a mirror on my chest that tells of love and your great rest. Rest for the weary, a song for the lonely, a free gift to be holy. Is your body failing you oh lustful generation? Is there any grace left My God to pour down our necks? You would give living water to the dying? You would speak truth to the lying? A curse for a blessing? An abundant soul for the empty and alone? Though our flesh is fading, our spirit is growing as we anticipate our heavenly covering.

A Sorrowful Prayer With You By My Side. (3/9/08)

2009-04-20T19:59:00.000-07:00

If my cries were not cried inside the rhythm of a rhyme would you pass me by?

If my lying became overwhelming in your mind would you push me aside?

I feel so unmoved, as if I must do the incredible to prove I'm worth to be called yours.

I am nothing good, just a pile of flesh and bones, without you life is like a journey on an icey road. Speeding fast with no reason to last, my last breath could become useless at last.

"Dead end" I've found written on every sign of every ending road. I've screamed my questions out the window, but my mind is a blur and I'm not so sure that I've given you all of me.

One glance into my mind leaves me hopeless, my head falls from my shoulders looking down, with no vision to see where I should be. What a mystery, how you could love a man like me.

No vision, so far from completion, complete this work you started in me. Stop these legs from freezing out here in the cold, could we light the fire and stay close for a while? A moment of stillness inside of realness is my souls favorite place to rest. A state of rest where my eyes are closed but I'm still awake and willing to give myself up. Push against the outcomes of all of my failures, cut these ropes that have had me tied up for years. Turn my laughing into crying and my crying into laughing, make sense of this heart of mine. Pull and grind, humble, exalt, do what you must do to find a mustard seed of faith in this wreckless spirit I call mine. Yours is all I truly am, create a panic for your presence, wash me with your blood, let your love be enough, make me righteous when it's tough. Touch the throne for me oh holy one, then bring your hands to me with your unexplainable annointing. I will wait for thee, I am still pleading for restoration only because it cost me nothing but to give what isn't mine away. I am fatel, but I still believe you are the God of David, strong and able to carry me back to the table to drink of your blood again. Let the stains never come off of my lips, as your love resounds through my chest, as you hold me close through this mess, created only out of my brokenness. The sun will come out tomorrow and that is enough for me because I know that the sun brings new mercy.

Come oh morning son, full of light and direction. Put an end to this confusion disease running through this generation.

The Celebrating Of Victory (4/11/08)

2009-04-20T19:28:00.001-07:00

I've gotta thorn in my flesh, but Christ calls me to rest.

Laid upon my greatest test, Christ brings me through it.

Though I walk in the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil.

For his grace abounds more and makes me able to witness victory born right before the eyes of my spirit. Blinded no more, for the blood of Christ has unlocked the door. No more chains, for grace has come like soft rain. So lightly it falls and so gratefully I embrace it, while I'm on my knees proclaiming all of my needs. Satan, your traps all have a way out, as I arise in the morning pleading God's voice to speak to a place that is deeper where Satan cannot deceive. A place where the lies of demons simply cannot reach. Sickness, your grip is gone, for when I lose my life and death passes me by, I will be dancing with the saints, all for the Lord Jesus Christ who will be sitting on the throne in his Kingdom called paradise. Such a place where not just dreams come true, but a place where that the reality that we were born to freely magnify, glorify, praise, adore, and worship our King becomes our whole entire being. A moment where we wont be able to doubt, as we acknowledge that he is so much better than the world and all of the fame and pleasure it could ever bring. So let us roar and let us sing, let us be still and let us be the very hands and the very feet that Christ for so long has desires us to be.

His desire is that none should perish, but that all would come to acknowledge that he is a God that loves to cherish the Glory of his magnificent name, as he soaks in every bit of fame that all belongs to him and no other name. Be still, know it my dear friends, Christ desires to take what it broken and bent and make it straight again. No exaggeration here, the God of all will give you ears to hear the whispers of the spirit speaking clear. Confusion is gone, for the Lord has spoken from his heart and delivered the truth, no more running back and forth from anxiety to delusions, for the gospel has been brought forth and it is the great commission. The passed failures that yesterday reminds us of has been erased and forgotten, so let today be the day we embrace salvation as we walk in grace and witness together the overflowing joy that Christ has set before us. Let us be a light and full of love to reach those who were bought like us, give thanks to the father, spirit and son, for they come together as one and made a way for us out of none.