Set Apart
We were meant
To be set apart
I believe this
Deeply in my heart
Different we
Should striveto be
So all the world
May see
Our Leader
His purity
Love
Light
Goodness
To this we Should run
As we struggle
To shun
The world
Sure, we have
To live in it
Love it for sure
But
We are not to
Be of it
We’re meant
To live
In a way much
More pure
Not as greedy,
Sexually immoral,
Bloodthirsty,
Selfish
These things
We should
Not be
His holy love
More giving
The world
In Us
Should see
A Holy Bride
He longs for usto be
As we wait on
Bended knees
Longing to please
Only Him
Let us win
This race
As we let go
Of every trace
Of ourselves
Let us dare
To be different
Stand out
Give a holy shout
Christ’s Name
It is the same
Yesterday, Today
Tomorrow
For His return will
Overcome
All death, pain,
& every sorrow
Total Transformation
In time, a caterpillar becomes
The butterfly
To rise, float thru
Bluest skies
An infant becomes
A man
Meant to reach upward
For God’s hand
Both created by the
Same generous
Loving Father
Desiring, waiting
All nature again to gather
To Himself
Allow yourself to follow
That inner instinct
That interior pulling
That deepest urge
Toward this
Christ & Lord
It can be the Undoing
In your life, the total Purge
Of satan’s evil darkness
I have been trying to learn how to use a digital painting program. Here are some of the transitional stages of finishing a piece of art work I thought I would try. The first picture is a sketch I did on paper, and the second is where I transferred it into a colored canvas in the paint program. It’s fun to work with. Praise God, and I hope you have a great day!
SomedayIt still amazes me, Lord
That even yet today
You want to share
Your Goodness with me
My imperfections are almost
As numerous & vast
As the span of one of
Your seasI stumble, I fall
I walk then I crawl
Down here I never
Quite pull it all
TogetherYet Someday I know
Yourself you will show
To each, to every & all
I will live to display,
on that Heaven’s Perfected Day
Only Your Shining Glory
My imperfections will be
Forever washed, wiped
Completely Away!
The Screen
The screen
That presence
So widely seen
In our homes
Offices,
Carried in
Our hands
Worldwide
In every land
Mobile
Or desktop
Laptop
Servers galore
In their memories
They can store
Anything
And they do
Spit out
Whatever gets
Put into them
By us
Coming thru
Our hands
The minds &
Hearts of man
That screen
That influence
I have seen
Thick or lean
Large or small
Speaks & calls
To us all
Thru the light
Of that flickering
Screen
Images of good
Images of bad
Calling our names
Playing their games
With everyone
Angels & demons
Portrayed in fantastical
Images
It’s really so sad
Because both do exist
In the midst
Of the lives of man
So be careful what
You allow
To be fed into
Your mind
Look for truth
Elsewhere
& learn
to wisely turn from that
Invasive Screen!
SoulSails 