Footsteps

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Footsteps

I can hear your

Footsteps

Echoing through time

Will they ever,

Can I follow,

Align with mine?

I can feel the ground

Shake

As you run from one

To another, saving,

making us all brothers

Ground shakes,

Stars sing

Angels speak

What more can be done

Already which is done?

Still you go on stepping

One foot in heaven

The other is on earth

Running, sometimes walking

Changing times, people

Hearts, glory on display

As We’re all waiting, watching for

Rebirth.

Into a world that only

Sings your name

So each step has not

Been for nothing

Lives rebuilt, spirits saved

Love rekindled in the light

Of Christ’s glorious new day!

Waiting

Waiting

I cannot stop

This joy divine

Transcending all space

And time

As I wait at the bottom step

Of a shining throne

My heart has leapt

More than once

To watch you move

 

I sigh, waiting for

Your hand

To lift me to something

more grand

Than I can imagine or wish

I wait for your

Eternal kiss

 

Sighing, longing

In unexpected joy I wait

For surely, they swing wide

Your heaven’s gates

Each and everyone

May step through

Ushered in by

The ecstatic love & blood

of your glorious Son!

Romans 8:25 Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not

yet have, we wait for it patiently.

Twist

 

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Twist

 

I only think

What a strange twist

For life to end like this

Created in glory

Meant to walk upright

Man’s life will end

Within your might

Glory & light

Of a face so resplendent

I cannot think

Only bow to my knee

As I see

Perfection on display

Come to save

ME!

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Media

Voices crying out

From every street corner

Vying for attention

Willing to grab, garner

In any way, your eyes

 

Which leads to

The heart

The inner you, do not

Let the world

Of you have

That part

 

These voices,

Indiscriminately cry out

Led by the great deceiver

Ceaselessly they shout

 

From

TV, magazines, airwaves

The Internet

The world in chaos

Do not give in, let

Them have your

Thoughts

 

Deluded by the greatest

Destroyer of all life

Father of all lies,

Murderer

Do not give them or him

your time

 

The World & its Media

Walk with blinders

Put on by one more

Clever than man

This Satan,

Do not let him have

Your hand

 

Do not be led

By his cruel heart

Instead give

Christ

That precious part

Of you

Which shall never die

Your spirit,

Created to be

Like the light

Meant to live in, see

God’s eternal glory!

Praise God!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Golden Glow

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Golden Glow

Golden Glow
Unseen by man
Filtered through
Divinity’s hand

Surrounds your head
Your heart, your soul
Heaven’s kiss
Christ lived within this glow

Existed below
Took up our pain
Sadness, struggles with
nothing for himself to gain

Infamy, disgrace
surrounded your death
angels wondered if anything
for man was left

To save our spirits
From the ancient blight
Of separation from God
Had we lost all of heaven’s light?

But once again
Heaven’s Golden Glow
Raised your body
To thoroughly show

God’s complete power
To always save
Proving His love
Will always win
Denying satan his
Destructive ways!

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Golden Glow
Encircling, wreathing
Your head
Its garlands reaching
Deep within your heart
It vaults to embed

As you walked &
Talked
This holiness with
You went
Surrounding all aspects
Of your fleshly tent

Until the day
We placed you on a
Cross
Satan howled in triumph
Thinking Heaven had
Lost

Not our best day
We followed his
Darkened lead
Marked your back
Your head, hands, feet,
Made your body bleed

Until you drew your
Last breath, last sigh
You would take for
A short while
But only three days,
Did your mother cry

Then the power of
That Holy Golden Glow
Pulled you up out of a
Darkened Tomb
For all of earth, all time
To know, and your
Divine Kingship to show!

For the Broken-Hearted

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For all the Broken Hearted

In the blackest
Hole of pain
Sometimes the only claim
I had was the
Glory surrounding His Name

Born an orphan child
Spit out into the wild
Chaos of a world
Lost, gone mad

Hot breath of Satan
In my face
Unfortunately, this was
My only place, this disgrace
I was forced to swallow

But do not despair
For me
For Christ came
Shook my world
Broke those old chains
Of desolation

So, for us
You and I
There is Hope
Do not retreat
I will tell
Try to speak
This prayer,
His perfect Love
Over You

I am a Blade of Grass

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I am a Blade of Grass

Not literally, I know
But
I am a blade of grass
Only another Part of Creation
Never meant to ever
Last

In this form, level of
Existence.
Shaped by Love’s
Own voice
It was my Creator’s
Choice

To give me life
Within
His bounds of Love
And Grace
Meant to live in the light
Of His most beautiful face

I am alive, green, for now
But He is the God
not I
For soon I too will wilt,
Blown upward to live
Within the expanses of
Heaven’s bluest skies.

So, I, the creation,
Am satisfied,
Transformed into
Heaven’s own child,
Transplanted to grow,
& Dance beneath his Smile.

So many people in the world have lost respect for our Creator, forgetting we are just another part of His creation & only here because He wanted to share His overwhelming beauty and love with us. Praise God!

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