… .

Ever really consider
how well we know
what we thought we knew

How common the man-made laws
of sneezes kneejerking “bless you”
“Happy Birthday”
terms of baes & boos
99% of the other
modern-day posturing we do
like insecurities with the hands we’re dealt
focusing instead on making a point away
from prayer or that which is truly Biblical

The way we sample and remix
our favorite parts of Holy Word
you’d think one of us were
responsible for writing
The Song.

One day
I sought new ones to share
with new ears
among today’s brightest and best

The charts were soaked
by melodic tears that persisted
in tales of (anybody else) being bad
at love, life, sobriety, unearned Grace…
everything

Forget Redeemed sinners like me
if you will
God Has Not, Cannot, Shall Never

Still, I see how it can be
disheartening to some
that
the enemy can convince
who would claim elect pedigree

The absence of visible chains
on humble clothing, at that
or ears that ring without reason
aren’t even
the slightest proof
that we aren’t flooded with ice
all the same

Inspiration and Interpretation are Facilitated
by The Holy Spirit or not at all
He Informs
He Warns
Luckily, True Love is not only performing
but a warming Art
beloved brother, sister
regardless of the world view
being skewed

His Law and His paradox Are Perfect
and His Prevention Is Abundant Blessing
Accept, then, that Full Power
of its understanding or undoing are His alone
#sorrynotsorry

P.S. Alms are made
however generously
with discretion

Just
as fearfully
wonderfully
cheerfully
altogether lovely
as we’re Born…again and…

The nutritious solitude
of a mother’s core
is the daily news page
upon which Creation Is Written
according to The Most High

Sure as you live
someone out there has
desired/guessed/spoken for or against your being
since their own cord was cut
So what

Even for their good
now unto Him
I give all cares and anxiety
choosing The Best Part—The Blood.

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How He Move

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I love The Way
Man’s fear is not the admission
price for Salvation
but Jesus’ Blood Is

Pure despite ingrafting
More indelible than the deepest stain
Iron-rich in Compassion for the poor
yet free every go-round

The Son Has It
so a new thing Shall all-ways Spring
We learn and teach patience in the process
of growing up
and/or
deeper, hopefully, in Him
After all
even Earth’s burial grounds are The LORD’s
The fullness thereof, Given

One weak…
I saw two surrender to longsuffering
while countless others cried and cursed
in and out of character
for more expensive, less effective medicine

It can’t be easy
to battle addiction, demons
yet embrace The Most High
with equal and opposite fervor to an enemy who somehow enters quiet, secure rooms
daily swept clean
Cameras can’t detect them
They never sign in

Invisible to the worldly eye
fallen angels strive to keep the vulnerable
company provoking them to misery
through escalated depths
of visual, auditory noise
desperate to confuse
those who would hear The Master’s Voice

If the comfortable Christian would also count those persecutions they know nothing of as reason to praise God
the joy might feed reverence that feeds humility that feeds masses to move mountains by faith alone
No pyramid schemes, but a Great GOD thing

Some must first plead guilty for an impromptu visit with the team
We watch torment travel throughout the unit
finding it difficult to stay
Though He Shows up differently
for you and me
Jesus’ Sovereignty, then, Is identical now and all-ways
I have no doubt
some of us plead
paperless Coverage of that same Blood
to start the day…

Night…

Shift, whatever it is.

Pass over
the murderer
the sex offender
the cutter•spitter•fighter…
and go your own way, Sheol
This circle is no incubator for the father (or offspring) of lies
Even the eldest’s wrinkles are now boundary lines in Christ
reading “DO NOT. CROSS!”

The peripheral eye witnesses
those alive in peace
prepared to protect me
I’m not designed to blush, but smile readily
inside
A quick salute is seen once
I return to duty

Figure eight-wise, figuratively foreign wives have taken eyes captive relative to The Bride of Christ for a long time.
Even the fairest and wisest of men once exchanged Truth for a talisman.
How the trappings of modern Life and privilege pave ways to sin!
With God’s Time and Purpose, a sound mind may return after genuine repentance from lessons learned.

As much as I have failed self & others in varied areas
The Holy Spirit Cannot
so I’m happy to follow His Lead
no longer rushing ahead without Him

Silent groans aside
I must say that I’m amazed
how He Moves right
into every place we didn’t
even know we need(ed)

A Cleansing
Breath of fresh air
or Anointing
with refining Fire
where wrong tried its best to have the last word

It’s ok…and an honor to finally trust
The Advocate > accuser
Comforter > competitor
Teacher > traitor
Friendship > folly or having to force another into faith

My Companion…

Say It with Your Chest

There is always
at least’ one
privy to great power
yet not privileged
to wield it
in the present

Tense

Be mindful of minimizing
rightful anger’s potential
grandeur available to any
in the human experience
who would rather go overboard
inward
child and all
than submit to pseudogods
who call captivity friend-ship

He Who Commands ALL storms Captains this
Another captioned his
by quoting the silent
slip into darkness

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Many tribes(wo)men cut into flesh
only after pain dug into them
We have no excuse post-Proof
yet I understand
what it means to feel
broken
even
as one
numbered, of a peculiar kind

forgetting to Be
for having to cry
for pleural freedom
for too long

There Is an undefiled Garden in my heart
that shall not burn unto consumption
As
Love Is the Root & Branch
of Its perennial Fruit

Be ye Grafted with gratitude

Word-Life…

There is a difference between imagination and premonition.

Neither is to be in vain.

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Love and self-esteem walk the same street, only sometimes holding hands.

Neither is to be in vain.

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Nowadays, such pride accompanies being fluid with all

Open containers, carry and sharing of The Living Water appear to be the crime

for covenant people who consider it suicide to believe The Most High’s rainbow isn’t enuf

choosing not to be consumed in future sorrow instead of considering the ‘right here’ & ‘No…’

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With all due respect

only The Redeemer Knows the When of What’s next

as His Unchanging Hand yet Leads The Way

Methodical and Orderly

in His upset or Pleasure

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Lovely

with or without a ring, circles, cliques and unwise jewels

Are we as His Wife

The Bride need only kiss The Son reverently

in rough and smooth times

until…

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His Pulse Sets the p(e)ace

with Saving Blood that Cleanses, Connects and Courses through the veins of His growing Body across the ages

“even unto  ‘The End‘”.


 

He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.

~Revelations 22:20-21


 

NOTE: Full companion Text is linked, in bold.

Both Sides Now

Somewhere between first saying “Happy New Year” 2018 and “here”, the last digit’s been staring me down some. (I wanted to say it was waving at me or the like to get my attention, but look at it… It’s not built that way. There are two openings, however. For these purposes, I will call them eyes. Thanks.)

Without second thought, yesteryear’s consciousness would have emphasized the ‘build & destroy’ balancing act the number itself appears to perform effortlessly. After all, two opposite but complementary realities are facing each other at their most pivotal points.

For either to fall off, so to speak, is to create a completely different number/entity/time altogether. Not even marked by the emptiness or potential of two zeros, the image is of two random teardrops–or map markers these days. Turned on either side, as we do when we choose rest or get knocked down in Life, His Infinite Power Is represented regardless.

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The Holy Spirit Began Whispering reminders of eight’s Biblical importance into my temple. The Ark’s roll call for salvation in a dire time [Genesis 7:7]…the day of return after the allotted week of menstrual and/or (male) childbearing separation [Leviticus 15:9, 12:2]…days from birth after which male children were to be circumcised [Genesis 17:12]: all eights.

I decided, or maybe He Decided and I simply honored the memo, that I would commit to deeper training and stream-of-His-Consciousness sharing with God’s Word on every eighth day this year as He Allows.

{NOTE: Pending inclusion of the Daily Post prompts in this space isn’t necessarily His Idea, but helps me keep (His writing gift) keen to environmental changes yet sharply focused on Him.}

If even after prayer the flow feels sluggish or not quite as perfect as I might like, I would advance more fiercely before The Throne.

Isn’t that part of what it is to tarry for His Holy Spirit? Doesn’t our Heavenly Father Want us to engage and wield His Word with fervor for greater inner-standing? With all the rumors of war and arguably less weighty matters plaguing the world, shouldn’t we be ever fiercer with our greatest Weapon for taking down spiritual strongholds?

 

The blizzard and sub-freezing temperatures that ushered in the year as well as other recent climate changes have been violent.

Shift dynamics that allow little time for self-care plus the very idea of mandatory flu shots (or stay-on, turn patient comfort-off masks) that can’t possibly address all strains of the virus and offer no defense against others’ (hand) hygiene OR simple colds no matter how careful I’ve been are violent.

The way I made through fresh cranberries, kiwis, citrus, peppers and a Kleenex box yesterday and today alone is kinda violent.

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The final yank I had to do with a wayward heart string before dawn this morning was violent, though harming nothing but the door to unbalanced enabling that it held ajar in the name of never being a “mean”, cold & hardened Christian.

More revelations of popular figures’ alleged criminal indiscretions and continued deaths suffered by and from law enforcement is violent.

With Matthew 11:12 and Luke 16:16 Being facets of God’s full Truth, His people must also reach for and grasp His Kingdom with wide open hearts and hands; violently, even.

Warriors, soldiers of The Cross, brothers and sisters in Christ…ours is the most Grace-full fight (un)known to humankind. Be armed and encouraged in His Strength, not our own, because Victory Is already His. We must first endure.

En garde.

The Room

Convention has it

that there was no room

 

Hard to believe

of someOne Who Continues to Offer a place among many mansions, a timeshare in Paradise, a Love that Stretches Its Arms°Hangs Its Head°Gives Up Its Spirit°Says to our sins, “It Is Finished” to INFINITY

if only we would do, sow

 

What do you get that Kind, a King at that?!

(Where) do you hide the present?

Is there a suitable room

in our hearts, eyes, panic or praise, entire lives?

 

Never mind…

i hear He Stays Renewing and Renovating anyway

Just cherish this day

un/like all the other gifts

resting beneath the Tree

of abundant Life after death

 

Thank You, Messiah.

Due Season

In days gone by

we have seen

 

some tides turn to defy bottles and good s/cents

arriving at times unexpected and with messages undesired

 

 

Yet The Most High, Creator of every today

He Who Gives and Quickens The Spirit

to Live, Move and Be as He Wills

Knew

as all-ways

 
Also be reminded, then

that there might never be enough honey to sweeten some apples

so appreciate the Life gift

regardless of the city (once) housing you

 

 

Mature in Christ

as all fruit, from every family tree, will be harvested by His Loving Hand or a fall

 

 

Everyone

leaves

gets bare

is planted

blooms

in due season.

 

Honor The King’s Leading.

One Way

Photo from Drew B. McIntyre’s orthodox archives

 

It is good to decently enjoy the moments

the pearls of time strewn together

into every day The Lord made

as He did

being careful not to prize the temporary

feeling, judgment, result, benefit, etc.

over the long-term, even eternal, benefit

as we are notorious for undoing.

 

Pursue the last thing, the latter, for better

climbing or kneeling as God wills

Dare not force His sound

reasoning to the precipice

of being an undistiguishable farce

like proverbial rose-colored glasses do

to any true color, even pink

and absolutely the blood red of Jesus’ sacrifice

that laughs and weeps simultaneously

at high-minded thoughts of blue in vein

apart from The Vine.

 

His Is a maze of such straightforward Grace

spoken and written of in wilderness

none can finesse The Way or get through by trying

But by invitation to the table

in collaboration with repentance & obedience

does the Mercy Seat entertain

with hospitality among Heavenly host

aware

of our newness and final heritage

in Christ.


Foundation scripture here.

B*tter

Image via Haiku Deck

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The challenge called for responses

to a bitter theme

Yet i am growing

leery of any small or large vow

except to edify The Most High

El Shaddai

 

Who Is gentle to pain

wrathful to pride

grinding & churning foolish things

to confound the would-be wise

 

Although forsaken as Mara in moments

the portion of His own is goodly

His Righteousness is our fulfillment

His Love brings us back to Life.

“Come & see…”

with clean hearts’ vision

God’s doing, has done new things

to be exposed

 

determined

announced

as He sees fit.