The Cost of the Cross-of Christ
Being in eminence sorrow blood drips trickling around.
To think all this started in the Garden of Eden.
Now pleading for the lord to free him.
After the arrest he was brought before the Sanhedrin.
Stuck straight in face.
Only to stand in our place.
Angles stand battle ready but how can He choose.
To stand in our shoes.
Now seeing the whips.
The ones with leather strips.
Each tears in to the skin.
Only to take on our sin.
Oozing out blood.
To bring fourth tears which resemble a flood.
Now praying on the ground.
For the second round.
The soldiers rashly ripped the robe off.
Along with the scabs.
As He walks waiting willfully for the Father.
Seeking others before Himself.
As He lays there fighting not willing to quit.
The legionnaire pounds three nails.
Two hands and the feet just tight enough that He can’t breathe.
Imagine the blood.
Imagine the mess.
With the nails in the smashed flesh.
The cross is raised up only for Him to rise up.
Excruciating pain in every nerve ending.
Out casted by the Father struck the heart.
Now Knobbing, throbbing the muscles give way.
The spirit is strong but the flesh is weak.
But finding the strength to say.
“Father forgive them, they know not who they’re killing.
Please don’t hold his charge here against them.”
Looking down at terror stricken mother listen.
“Looking up yells Father into thy hands I commit my spirit.”
Temporary Residents
This is the only hell I will know
For most here is the only heaven they will be shown
Why would I boast, no just make most
For He made the coast, stars, planets
Making all things new in due time
Foreknew all, Knows all
Shows the full embodiment of Grace and Truth
Stand battle ready, who needs a sword, armies, when God is ever-present
Gates of hell cannot prosper
The enemy hides behind a gate, for his fate is sealed
Gates are defensive weapons, not offensive
To see death on the way, how much hate is in the heart to not say,
Climb that soapbox and speak life
Push, crawl, press onward, and endure
One day, the days will be over
It will seem like a faint dream
Fading away as a forgotten memory
But what is done for Love will last, and be remembered by Love
God is Love, what is not done for God is not in Love
Stand firm when the knees quake, the earth sakes
The final day is ever near
Do not, do not fear, for God “Love” cast out fear
Those of us who are kingdom warriors
Already the walls fell, For God is there, the one who was, is and is to come
War is already won.
Roll the Dice
Every moment is passing by
just left here why
filled with mixed emotions
how to explain this void less notion
the risk of real reality is sinking in
the longevity of life is loosened everyday
yolo is only a myth yolf
you only live forever
highway to hell
or stair way to heaven
dont gamble that life away
realize that die can give you a chance
follow the narrow road and die
to your self
fill the void-less notion and live with true emotion
Little Rant
Ranting On and on
Day by day
Life is wasting away
many will say
just do it
enjoy the moment
know He died for atonement
not for enjoyment
He forgives, yes
many will say
lord lord
I accepted Jesus
looking back he was not with us
follow for the sake of tomorrow
day by day
reap what is sown
in the end all will be shown
peer pressure can not measure
the extreme pleasure of
loving one another
as sister and brother
day by day
now what will you say?
Weekend Performers
What if Church attenders were more than pretenders?
Wearing a suit and tie while I got brethren willing to go die
Leaving service feeling just a little nervous
Enough to feel sad, but not sick to you’re stomach
So go fine dine, fill that stomach
Maybe someone will force feed you but not forcefully
Willingly, appearances is all that matters, as long as it Looks good
Is that why you go to church, to appear good
To get that fill of the weekend pill
Good for you, actor how will that factor
When the show is over and the curtains fall
Lets get fired up, Open the Bible up
Dreamer
I am in a dream or am having a dream
In this dream there is a tree
Just waiting to be free, dried, wallowing, weak critical, fragile
The rain came down, not one drop of grace is refrained
Life dwelling up the wallowing leaves blossom
Strife like a knife, weeds proceed
Sucking life form the veins of the tree
Returning to the old, a point of concede for the weeds to proceed
Broken branches, rotted roots, lifeless leaves
Once again rain comes, the weeds squeeze tight with all its might
Might this be the last night all in fright?
After mourning all night morning dawns out of the wood work
Vines sprout out unlike the weeds choke life out of the tree
Vines provided support through the hurt the weeds croaking
Now facing death, once giver of death
Life grants final deathblow forever more
The rain brought a new
Rain brings forth life, allows death to creep in but rain also proves to send providing means of support in dire needs
For even death dies
When life provides
The Beauty of the World
Looking longing lusting lying lovers
Thinking failed attempts of satisfaction will satisfy
Downward spiral, definition... Insanity
Therefore the walking wallowing world is truly insane
Who is to blame what cause when to begin
Fruit, falling into the hands into the mouths of Adam and Eve but in reality first into eve then into adam
Like Lighting falling down from heaven
Pride plummeting plotting pondering, fallen and forsaken
Dead men acting alive killing themselves
Eyes see the beauty of the world
Eyes twist the beauty distorting an abstract world
Is it the women for what they are wearing or lack of
15 years old masking as 21 year olds.
masking up with make up
Buying clothes at the strip mall only to strip and fall
dyeing batteries when no one is around
No women to blame adam, Just porneia pictographs, click, click
Hearts-full more like hurtful to the soul
Was the lamb a waste for your namesake
No motive, action, or longing is new under the sun
Only over above beyond the sun can newness be found
Only in the Son is there freshness we call life
Freedom is not found, but given
No, paid for not by indulgences,
Only blameless blood
Hands down in the mud
Blind
Find sight by the light
Radical
Lets be Emphatical about being Radical
Every knee will Bow it is not a matter of How
When, Philosophical minds proven wrong by power that should not be crossed
The blood on the Cross that we should have Crossed
He Crossed the Cross for us
No Opinion, Our Only Option
Follow like no tomorrow into...
Eternity, in Light there will be no Fight
We live, live as Kings
Among the King of Kings
Hear the rings, of people sing
Hope is Here
Look what do you see
How can this be
Fallin on my knees
I can hardly breathe
End is in sight
Inside of my heart cries out
Slowly losing sight, dying out
Fight with all your might
Day and night, a contrite soul
Broken, forsaken, stricken, forgotten
New, He makes all things new
Out of the blue
Earned Not, Explanation... unexplainable Grace
Look what do you see, the King of Kings
Fallin on my knees, for Emanuel is far greater than me
I can hardly breathe, for His Love is an overflowing raging sea
End is in sight, I will soon be with the Lord
Inside of my heart cries out, for no tears flow no more, not one.
Lamp Stand
Used to be a thievin’ heathen
Blinded to my Blindness
threw out my rear view mirror
I ain’t never going back
Now He is my clear view
All I can see is the blinding light that gives me true sight through and through
In and out even when I doubt
This ride has been hijacked full auto pilot
hostile takeover,
left empty handed cents and all
In one sense Ive been murdered on the other hand
Breath seems foreign
Look in wonder, Awe inspiring inspiration
Same God who spread the Red Sea, and did much more miracles than theses
Same God who spread His arms, Taking the punishment due to the accusers
Continually staying the same
Creating but never Changing
Age to Age God is there, here, in the now
Entering into time, Wearing in the living flesh the Armor of God ;is God
Killed due to fear of rebellion
in result creating a revolution lasting 2000s now
Forever, not Forsaken
Look at the cracks of the vase of life
The cracks allow the light to shine through
Went form Broken Useless Vase
To Lamp of the True Light
On The Light Do I Stand
Firm Faith Full To the Brim
Initiation Fees
In the beginning,…… God created the heavens and the earth.
Initiated time, heaven earth…all are the master piece of the Master
The stage set, the lights were on, all was set in to motion by Divine Notion
So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.
Knowing the cost far ahead of time, before time was created Dei knew that Night would befall the creation,”
Man, Woman our forefathers the first, were casted as the first actors to be part of the over arching story, but being small part of the story was not enough for Adam and Eve
The director specifically allowed for improv with the play expect in one area, He has scripted, a portion that He wished to be censored form the life.
But They went ahead and did what was forbidden, forsaken, but it was all for known and for His Glory it will serve the purpose.
As one Man and Woman bit, casting the bid that sin is worth separation and disfiguration of the likeness of God.
For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Claiming to be wise, they became fools,
Fools, foolin in fleshly fondness, becoming feeding thieving heathens.
A single bite launched a battle that is still being fought to this very day.
But God would not take flight on this fight. He would not let the beloved slip away.
Centuries Years, flew by, each one is only a drop in the hat,
God ignited the initiation of his Glory among men, yet people ignored Him and wallowed in common knowledge
Some followed, in awe. but those men are Gone with the dust of the wind
Theses men exemplified the glory amongst our folly. realizing no one not one can return or match the volley, in how much Even though we are cursed we are blessed with breath that is used to curse.
Civilization remained dope, withdrawing and trying cope. Darkness consumes the stage and all who are on it. All were left to to grope in utter despair with lame hands cuffed with chains
Living in a dungeon for so long it became home, yet in the darkness of the mind more was wanted and expected.
But Hope was Near
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
In the End the Word End has not meaning Birth, Life, Death…is not the end but only the beginning of what is planned, We may think we are in the final act but the play has just begun
The Show Must go on