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Lord, Rest Here

13 Jan

Rest Here

“For the kingdom of God is not meat and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost.” Romans 14:17 KJV

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Lord, rest here.

Comfort in this humble home,

Shine with Glory through our prayers,

Lighting the way in our darkest hour.

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Lord, rest here.

Sitting beside me as I read Your Word,

Explaining each question

as I meditate the passage,

Highlighting special scriptures

 when I need an answer.

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Lord, rest here.

A misty image as I try to see Your face,

What Heaven must be like;

green, pure, peaceful,

Content at Your feet.

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Lord, rest here.

Set Angels all about for the moments

 You must leave,

Keep anger and temptation and evil at bay,

Helping us become the people You need.

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Lord, rest here.

I could not bear a single day without You,

I could not consider a moment

      without the touch of the spirit,

I could not imagine a thought

  without Your Son in it.

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Lord, rest here.

For this child is Yours,

To mold – and shape – and place –

In Your world – in Your Perfect Will.

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THIS HOUSE

30 Dec

Farmhouse

“And the house which I build is great: for great is our God above all gods. But who is able to build him an house, seeing the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain him? who am I then, that I should build him an house, save only to burn sacrifice before him?”  2 Chronicles 2:5-6

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This house which stands is humble.

The outside is simple  –  neat.

It does not command attention,

It does not exalt wealth.

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Yet, this house has become a home,

Each inch dedicated to the Gospel.

Look inside with the eyes of a Saint,

Past the aging tapestries,

Past the dull, sparse paint.

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This house glows in Gold,

From the essence of His Glory within.

It is laden with silver,

From the Light of the Son.

Every inch is warmed,

By the love of His children.

It is shielded and draped,

In the Armor of Righteousness.

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This house which stands is humble.

The outside is simple  –  neat.

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But this home which we’ve built is great,

For it houses the Mighty Living God.

This God which cannot be contained,

Not by strength,

Not by boundaries,

Not by false sacrifice.

But which chooses to dwell,

In a sanctuary of praise,

Raised by the hearts of His own.

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TAKE MY HAND

27 Dec

 Reaching Hand

“Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.” 

Psalm 77:20

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Take my hand, Lord,

                                                         and guide me through this weary time.

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Gently lift and gently lead,

            my eyes are tired,

           the path is dim.

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Take my hand, Lord,

                               a grasp of friendship,

                    a grasp of love,

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Father to child,

                     child to father,

            trusting,

           secure,

           warm.

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Take my hand, Lord,

                                   that I might be healed,

                          and capable soon,

                         to reach my hand,

                     back to another.

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STREET FIGHT

13 Nov

Angry Teen

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.    John 3:16 KJV

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I’m strong – I have power,

You’re weak – you’re nothing.

I could hit you – I could stab you,

You’re weak – you’re nothing.

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These streets are mine – I need nothing,

I don’t need food – I don’t need a room.

I can do anything – I can do everything,

You’re weak – you’re nothing.

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I could kill you – I could take your money,

I could destroy everything you have.

I am strong – nothing can touch me,

You’re weak – you’re nothing.

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What’s wrong with you, man?

Don’t you see me, don’t you hear me?

You are at my mercy –

You are a bug in the palm of my hand,

You’re weak – you’re nothing.

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Don’t you hear me – can’t you see what I am.

I am strong – I am tough – nothing can hurt me.

I need nothing – I need no one –

The streets are mine,

You’re weak – you’re nothing.

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You’re different, man – you’re different.

You don’t fear me – but you’re not tough.

You sort of glow, man – are you high,

What are you on, man?

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You’re different, man – you’re different.

I’m tough – I’m mean – but – you’re different.

What’s in you, man – I don’t get it.

I’m mean – but you’re looking at me like –

Like – we’re old friends, or something.

But – I don’t have friends –

There are no friends on the street,

NO – you’re weak – you’re nothing.

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I don’t need you – I don’t need nobody,

The streets are mine – I live through fear,

No one messes with me.

But, you’re different, man – Who are you?

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Don’t touch me, man,

No one touches me – Nothing touches me.

I’m mean – the streets are mine,

I’m  –  –  strong  –  –  I’m  –  –

Who are you?

What are you?

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Sit down, man – over here,

Where no one can see.

Tell me again why you aren’t afraid.

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There’s no way You could have been like Me,

No way, man – You’re weak – you’re –  –  different  –  –  you’re  –  –

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I don’t want to change,

I don’t need food – I don’t need nobody,

People are bad news, man –

People are no good,

Out here I’m king, man,

These are my streets – I’m mean . . .

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Don’t hold me, man -don’t touch me – don’t . . . .

Why did you do that –

Why do you care about me.

There’s nothing in your world for me,

There’s no hope – I’m not like you –

You’re not like me,

I can’t be like you.

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Who are you, man – look at me cry,

I don’t cry – I’m mean – I’m tough – I’m . . .

Who are you?

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Ok, man – Ok.

Tell me again,

Tell me again about this Jesus guy.

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A PERFECT HEART

12 Nov

 Hand & Heart

And he said unto him, Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine.  It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.    Luke 15:31-32 KJV

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Where is my heart, Lord,

The heart You can see.

Has it wandered much too far,

From where it ought to be?

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I rest in Your presence

And wonder where I am.

Have I gone too far?

Have I given up too soon?

You have set a path for me,

Charted by Grace,

Out of bondage,

Through the Wilderness,

Into the Promised Land.

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How often do I cast a glance

At the familiar security of bondage?

My memories, sweetened with time,

Draw me back across the Wilderness

That I have already overcome.

My promise of tomorrow,

Looses distance,

By my own temptations.

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Yet, at the end of my daily journey,

As I cry out,

You rest with me.

Words of encouragement urge me forward,

The reality of temptation, once again,

Becomes clear.

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There is no anger in your voice,

There is no disappointment,

Only tears of joy,

Fatherly pride,

As I step, once again,

Toward the promise.

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Callous my heart, Lord,

To sweetened memories,

To familiarity.

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Tender my hear, Lord, toward You.

Let me see Your path with certainty.

Harness my mind and confusion.

Touch the greatest depths of my soul,

That when we meet again,

In the cool of the day,

That I might hear You,

With a perfect heart.

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THE WEDDING SUPPER

28 Oct

 Wedding Supper

And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the

seven vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me,

saying, Come hither, I will shew thee the bride, the Lamb’s wife.

Revelation 21:9 KJV

It is the Wedding Supper of the Lamb,

The places are set,

Awaiting the arrival of the guests.

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The tables are spread with linens of pure white,

Carefully embroidered with purples and reds,

Royalty and Sacrifice.

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The goblets of gold caress only the finest wine,

The plates are cut crystal,

Reflecting the Glory of God.

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Inside her chamber awaits the Bride,

Preparing     –     Expecting     –     Envisioning.

She rests with the tender petals of flowers,

Gathered from the fields,

By loving hands,

Sorting     –     Choosing     –     Separating,

Only the best for the Lamb.

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Fragrant oils saturate the bed chamber,

Spilling into the hallway,

Floating daintily into the room of the feast,

To anoint the guests,

Drawing on intimacy,

With each other,

With God.

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Soon the feast will begin,

The guests will arrive,

The vows will be made,

True commitment forever.

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And at the moment of peace,

All will be one,

And one will be all.

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It is the Marriage Supper of the Bride.

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FOOTSTEPS

7 Oct

 Footsteps

What manner of Saint must I be,

To follow in the footsteps of Christ.

What sort of war must I wage,

What must I give for the price.

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Must I walk in the path of wealth,

giving my treasure to find my way.

Must I earn every possible dime,

Letting riches pave my way.

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Must I walk in the wisdom I’ve gained,

Sharing my thoughts and beliefs with all men.

To continue to search, to continue to learn,

To follow the path of the pen.

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Or is it the path of helps,

Feed the poor and encourage the lost.

Will this bring the angels, to show me the way,

Will I walk with the Heavenly hosts.

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Is it in learning Your Word and Your ways,

That Your steps will be revealed.

By quoting a verse, or by singing a Psalm,

Is this the way that’s real?

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Tell me Lord.  What manner of Saint must I be?

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“These are all good,” spoke the Lord’s tender voice,

“And will help you to understand Me.”

“But, the truth is so simple, so easy to follow,

“It’s something that all Saints can be.”

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“Just step in My footsteps, with the foot of a child,

Trusting, open and free.”

“Step where they lead you, without weighing the odds,

At the last step you’ll truly find Me.”

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A SOLDIER

16 Sep

Praying Soldier

For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness. [20] And again, The Lord knoweth the thoughts of the wise, that they are vain.     1 Corinthians 3:19-20  KJV

I have a picture of a young black man in fieldworker’s clothes holding a small baby.  At the bottom of the picture is a caption “I Cannot Do Great Things, But I Can Do Small Things in a Great Way”.  The Lord brought me to that picture over and over today.  But, how Lord, how can I do small things in a great way?  How can I make any size difference in God’s Kingdom?

The Bible says that all portions of the Body are essential to the whole body.  No one position has greater worth, no one portion has lesser worth.  All are called to a position, to serve in a position they have been prepared for.  I can do small things in a great way.

I have been called to be a soldier.  I’m not a General, I’m not a Captain, I’m not a Lieutenant – I’m a soldier.  I will not lead the troops into battle, but I will fight to preserve the Kingdom, I will devote all my abilities to protect the General, the Captain and the Lieutenant.  They will never have to worry about looking back for I will be there – and if I fall, my brother/sister will step forward into my place.  We will move always forward in battle to make a safe place for those we have yet to meet – those who have not yet heard the truth – those who have yet to come to the Lord.

What can I do as a soldier?  How do I battle?  How can I do small things in a great way?  How?

I am a soldier.  I wage war with the words I speak.  I can wage war against evil or I can send turmoil among the troops I walk with – all by the words I choose to share.  I can speak life or I can speak death.  I can spread comfort and healing or I can spread gossip and dissent.  I can do small things in a great way?  It’s my choice.

As a soldier in the Kingdom I have the tremendous responsibility to protect those above me when they are at their most vulnerable.  I can scan the horizon while the General prepares the way for those that will follow.  I can be the strength to hold his arms, the inspiration for his words, the confidence that allows him to rest.

As a soldier in the Body I can pray a cover of protection over my Pastor and my Church.  I can intercede when the spirit of confusion moves into the assembly.  I can watch the body while the Pastor is concentrating on delivery of the message – critical to the hearts, prepared and hungry, in the assembly.  I can intercede when confusion and fear overcome the musician or soloist.  I can set the shield against the attack of the enemy.  And, if I feel overwhelmed, I can engage my brothers/sisters to join with me in battle.  For it is my job, as a soldier, to pray for a safe haven for the searching to come into.  It is my job to pray a cover of protection over those called to provide the atmosphere for the message for those whose hearts have been tendered by Jesus.  It is my job to intercede when the enemy attempts to steal away the anointing – so carefully placed.  I cannot do great things, but I can do small things in a great way – I can pray.

I can hear the faint whisper of a name and pray.  I can see the faint image of a face and immediately begin to intercede.  I can be a thousand miles away at the time, or ten thousand miles, it matters not.  I can wage a warring battle for a soul in need – even when I have no clue as to the situation at hand.  I am not big, but I am mighty.  I am not brilliant, but the wisdom of the ages rests within me.  I have no material wealth, but I will inherit a jeweled, golden mansion.  I am quiet and meek in this world, but determined and confident in spirit.  I am not great – I cannot do great things – but I can do small things in a great way.  I am a soldier for God.

But  –  What if I choose to fail?  What if I choose to step away and let you carry your burden as well as mine?  And what if you choose to leave it to someone else – and so on – and so on – then who will prepare the way for the lost?

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JUDAH

11 Sep

 Armor of God

“Judah, thou art he whom thy brethren shall praise: thy hand

shall be in the neck of thine enemies; thy father’s children shall

bow down before thee.”   Genesis 49:8 KJV

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Judah is rising up,

As the Phoenix Bird from her ashes,

Reborn and Refreshed,

To take His place in the line of war.

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His dead are walking forth from the tombs,

where they have been wrapped,

In the works of this world.

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The scales are being removed from His blinded eyes,

Falling to His feet of bronze.

His tongue is being loosed,

To bring the message of God.

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Judah is rising up to take His place in the line of war.

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With the blessing of Jacob,

And the prayer of Moses,

He prepares Himself,

Ready to battle,

In the Armor of Light.

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The belt of truth glistens in the light of the sun,

Making a way,

Distilling the darkness.

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Righteousness adorns His breast,

Truth, Grace, Justice.

Peace from the written Word,

Which was God and is God,

Steadies and guides His feet.

Cloaked with faith,

Which no evil can penetrate.

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Covering His head with the Anointing oil,

A Spiritual helmet,

Cleansing the mind,

Clearing the confusion,

Making salvation clear.

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Stepping forth in the strength of the Spirit,

Both violent and tender,

Judging in Love,

He begins the walk.

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Judah has risen,

He is taking His place,

In this Spiritual War.

The singers march first,

To anoint the field,

Causing demons to flee.

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The Levites remain, interceding,

Protecting, lighting the way,

With prayers unceasing.

Those that have fallen,

Those that have strayed,

Hear His call.

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The Lion roars in the tribe of Judah,

The Root of David gains strength.

The songs of Angels’ tongues break forth,

Screams and gnashing echo in the darkness.

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Judah has risen, He has taken His place.

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DRY BONES

10 Sep

Dry Bones

Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto

them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.  Ezekiel 37:4 KJV

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Could I have bore the pain you carried.

Would you have tread where I once walked.

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Had we been given each other trials,

Would I or you have chosen different paths,

Or could I have carried the burden for which I have judged you?

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The ravens of gossip and deceit,

Help me to strip the smallest,

Most hidden and covered areas of your being.

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With a critical tongue and thoughtless sighs,

I chew away your life, bite by bite.

Stripping away the beauty that was you,

Leaving dry parched bones,

Cast into the wasteland.

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What have I done?

Can these bones live again?

Can what was stolen ever be returned?

Will you be able to hear Jesus call,

With the cleansing blood of truth,

That can breathe life back into these bones.

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Will you let another hear that can love

          and nurture your brokenness back to health,

Or have the words of my mouth caused walls of stone,

So tall and deep, that none may penetrate.

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Could I have carried the burdens for which I have judged you?

Could I have carried the burden of the pain which I have caused you?

If I had only taken the time to see life through your walk,

If . . .

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