Heaven
Heaven is not just
A place
Heaven can only
Be found
Within a face
Radiating brighter
Than any brilliant star
Shining from afar
More precious
Than any glistening stone
Do not place your joy
Or trust in that alone
Wiser than any
Human sage
He left a throne of glory
To enter a dirty, darkened
Earthly stage
Walked with us
Ate our food
Literally
Wore our shoes
So do not let
Heaven be merely
Some idyllic place
For you
For it is only found
On holy ground
Standing before
A golden throne
Manifested, seen,
Experienced in
Jesus of Nazareth Alone!!
You See
You see me
I am known
In You may I
Grow
Become
More
Of What
You wish to see
Me to be
A daughter
Or son
With this thought
May I run
Be still
Let you fill
My empty hollows
On a frigid winter’s night, a young girl’s scream for help echoes uselessly in the icy silence residing between the tombstones of a large city cemetery. Her lifeless body is left for the police to retrieve and her parents to mourn over. Nashville again is full of violent threats from an ancient organization lusting after the only two things that will satisfy its international network of members – greed and power.
After the murder of another young girl, Detective Hayden Douglan again seeks the help of Pastor Samual Thomas, now a close friend, to find the monsters roaming freely within the city’s limits who seem to take delight in the death of children. Coming to the conclusion it has to be more than one person gripping the city’s parents in a paralyzing network of fear, Douglan cannot ignore the words whispering constantly at the back of his mind – the Brothers.
Will any human power be strong enough to stop the onslaught of the dark veil hanging over the cityscape or will it once again take the power of God Himself to tip the balance of the scales back toward the light of normalcy as a powerful enemy uses everything in its influence to gain the revenge it seeks for its previous losses?
Beneath layers of glamourous country music stars and professional athletes, heaven and hell clash in a vicious battle for possession of an ancient, never seen before document as deceit, brutality and murder stalk the city sidewalks of Nashville, Tennessee, Music City USA.
On a steamy day in August, a young man dies from the Ebola virus on a downtown sidewalk. Close to midnight on the same day, tires screech and a young girl screams as the body of Father Tom McClarin smacks against the hard, cold asphalt in front of the cathedral where he serves. Both men’s destinies have been bound together by their mutual belief in a unique manuscript originating from the other side of the world.
Detective Hayden Douglan and Samual Thomas, a local pastor, follow the clues piling up and conclude both deaths are homicides. Courage and faith will be tested as the investigation leads from corruption in the highest levels of the police department and religious community to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of beautiful Saint Alaric Monastery near Vienna, Austria.
Nothings to Something
People say I am a survivor
Really something
But I say no
To you I would like to show
The Only Something
I am almost nothing
Held together
My skin & bones
As on this planet I roam
Only by the Someone
By whose hand I was
Created
By whom all our sin & death was
Abated
This living, breathing God
Is the Great Someone
At whose pleasure I exist
In whose hands joy never desists
& from whom will I never run
We live at His Pleasure
We serve at His Pleasure
At the end all heartbeats
For His Pleasure
All at once &
At last will be gathered!!
SoulSails 