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The Spirit of the Living God.

Posted Friday, August 14, 2009 (100 days ago.) Viewed 133 times.

How holy thou art in Glory shod,

residing deep in the breast of God.

So gentle, so peaceful, that great rushing wind,

transforming men delivered from sin.

Now abiding God with us,

the Paraklketos,* the Dunamis.*'

That river so wide, that no man can cross,

no bounds, no limits, in reaching the Lost.

Fluttering down in the form of a Dove,

baptizing many, many speaking in tongues.

Gifts and miracles freely given,

bestowed by the Spirit blowing from Heaven.

His Spirit now dwelling in the souls of men,

forgiven from sin, now born again.

The Counselor, the Comforter, leading men to the truth,

guiding the righteous, what's bound becomes loose.

The gateway to all things, the Spirit has wrought,

revealing the Godhead's deepest thought.

Taking from Christ and making it know,

spiritual truths begin to unfold.

Fire from Heaven has fallen on men,

dreams and visions surface again.

Raising the Christ by the Spirit's power,

the latter rains, have begun to shower

Yes, full of faith and the Holy Ghost,

the Spirit of Christ, the Lord of Hosts.

All are refreshed, whose backs have been trod,

keep blowing, keep blowing, O' Breath of God.

Signs and wonders all will see,

the Holy Spirit using me.

The anointing from Heaven, breaking yokes,

tearing down strongholds, freeing up folks.

The Spirit is brooding with the deepest moans,

there interceding, uttering groans.

With pangs of labor about to give birth,

to the Sons of God, who will reign on Earth.

Grieve not the Spirit, given by Him,

listen, be still, confess your sin.

So dwell in His presence, let that River swell,

quench not the spirit, pollute not thy well.

Written very prayfully and very carefully.

* (Greek word: meaning Advocate, Comforter, Counselor)

*'(Greek word:meaning Strength,Power, Ability)

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His Wings are Broad

Posted Saturday, August 01, 2009 (113 days 1 hour ago.) Viewed 1,242 times.

His wings are broad that carries me,

bearing me up the heights I see.

His wings are broad they cannot miss,

catching the broken, and those at risk.

His wings are broad, an unlimited span,

in them I find comfort, when I don't understand.

His wings are broad, covering my shame,

finding forgiveness, restored once again.

His wings, they bring healing, making me whole,

healing the body, the mind and the soul.

His wings are my shelter in the stormy seas,

in them I find calm, peace, rest and ease.

His wings are proven tried and true,

my soul is assured, my confidence too.

His wings are broad that carries me,

bearing me up the heights I see.

He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.*

* Psalm 91:4(NKJV)

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The Courtroom in Glory

Posted Saturday, February 28, 2009 (267 days 1 hour ago.) Viewed 109 times.

I felt my neck tighten and I started to sweat,

I sat there fidgeting my brow was all wet.

I had been there alone to face all my crimes,

my earth time had ended, there's no vital signs.

I corrected my posture and sat up erect,

my garments were filthy, my mind was a wreck.

I believed I lived right and I did as I should,

I am a good person, I tried all I could.

"All rise", cried the Court Clerk, all stood to their feet,

that courtroom was silent, the Judge took His seat.

The court came to order, more sweat drenched my face,

the Accuser with many files, was making his case.

He show videos and tapes of all that I've done,

pointing his fingering shouting I was the one.

He kept the barrage, the evidence strong,

I could not refute them, I did all those wrongs.

The Bailiffs stood watching their names Death and Hell,

awaiting to shackle and assign me a cell.

Aware of my guilt, disgraced and ashamed,

no fingers to point, no persons to blame.

However, though dismal, in that Courtroom in Glory,

the saga continues, there's more to this story.

The Accuser now finished, he rested his case,

I sat there dejected, more sweat on my face.

My Advocate motioned with His nailed scared hands,

blood stained His garments, He leaned on the stand.

He showed in the courtroom a video tape,

it listed the time, it listed the date.

That video showed, me on my knees,

asking for mercy, "oh Christ save me please".

The tape just continued, my knees being bent,

my Lord please forgive me, I give up, I repent.

The Advocate stated," it is finished, I'm done".

"I've rested my case, I've triumphed, I've won".

The Judge slammed the gavel, slamming it twice,

not guilty the verdict, My Son paid the price.

My little children, these things I write to you, so that you may not sin. And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.*

*( 1 John 2:1 NKJV)

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The Eyes Of The Lord

Posted Sunday, February 22, 2009 (272 days 16 hours ago.) Viewed 140 times.

I sat at that console to monitor crime,

the survielliance so detailed I spotted a dime.

Monitoring people just passing by,

not a clue that I'm watching, that eye in the sky.

Cameras all over, many video screens,

I see all at once, every movement, every scene.

I pan with precision and slowly survey,

for crimes occurring that day.

I sat there amazed, seeing all I could see,

I thought to myself, "but they can't see me".

With a twist of that knob, what's far becomes near,

then insight just hits me, this thought is so clear.

The eyes of the Lord see far beyond men,

seeing their motives, from beginning to end.

The eyes of the Lord see the good and the bad,

recording each moment, some happy, some sad.

The eyes of the Lord see every sigh,

the pains of injustice, catches His eye.

The eyes of the Lord see all our thoughts,

we are naked before Him there's no hidden parts.

The eyes of the Lord see the false and the true,

weight all your actions, watch what you do.

The eyes of the Lord behold the weak,

the widow, the stranger, the orphans, the meek.

The eyes of the Lord observes all wrongs,

judging the wicked, His arms are strong.

Men may think they are getting away,

but their deeds are recorded for Judgement Day.

In light of my discourse, let us all take heed,

Heaven has cameras with innumberable screens.

The eyes of the Lord are in every place, keeping watch on the evil and the good*

*(Proverbs 15:3 NKJV)

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Labels, Masks and Crutches.

Posted Sunday, February 08, 2009 (286 days 15 hours ago.) Viewed 1,541 times.

The alarm clock rang so here I go,

another day, another show.

Looking about to face this task,

I reach the night stand and grab my mask.

Aligned correctly it covered my face,

no hints of me, not even a trace.

I'm covered now, no one will see,

the scars or the marks, I'm hiding me.

Without delay and in a rush,

there by the table leans my crutch.

Limping over, my legs are strong,

my crutch, it helps me, get along.

Leaning and leaning it gets me by,

this crutch that upholds me, on this crutch I rely.

I dare not venture, though my legs are strong,

I need my crutch, to get along.

Here comes my shirt with many labels,

draped on the bed post near that table.

Without a thought I put it on,

plastered with labels, this shirt I don.

Filled with labels of what I should be,

I wear them all, there is no me.

OK, I'm good, I'm on my way,

my mask in place to face this day.

If I feel weak though my legs are strong,

my crutch will help me get along.

My shirt of many labels, from those names I've been called,

will hid the real me they'll see nothing at all.

The alarm clock rang so here I go,

another day, another show.

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