Set Apart

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 Set Apart
  
  
 We were meant
 To be set apart
 I believe this
 Deeply in my heart
 Different we
 Should strive
 to 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 us
to 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
  
   

Smear Campaign

 
 
 Smear Campaign
  
 A smear campaign,
 A dark, thick smoky
 Cloud
 From eons ago
 From the beginning
 Hoping it would be 
 Winning
  
 Against Heaven’s 
 Throne
 Against the Holy
 One
 At first this cloud
 Merely a slight stench
 But 
  
 Today,
 There is a mighty
 Fist clenched
 Around the throats
 Of man
 An evil hand
 Works against the sons,
 Daughters of man
 Worldwide
  
 Grown stronger
 Only because we
 Have lingered
 To listen to its voice
 At its gates longer
 Than we should
  
 Telling us we 
 Are only physical
 Only the natural
 Exists
 This naturalism
 Fighting to form
 A schism
 Between man
 And His Creator
  
 It’s goal 
 Is to destroy
 All efforts
 To acknowledge
 Man has
 a soul
 Eternal, unending
 Ageless
  
 To Smear, slander
 God’s holy family
 Point out its flaws
 Of which it has many
 Still under Christ’s hand
 It struggles forward
 At His command
 To love His world
  
 So the great destroyer
 Entices 
 Uses our vices, 
 To draw man in
 To this ancient battle
 satan knows
 he cannot win
  
 destroy everything
 spiritual
 a worldwide campaign
 in a sense
 literal
 using our worldly
 lusts
 those great two
 Money, Power
 as the world
 spins toward
 a darker hour
  
 powers that be
 are blinded
 cannot see
 they are being used
 & very abused
 to try to bring about 
 a kingdom’s 
 end
  
 As I glance upward
 To the skies
 Using our greatest weapon
 A prayer begins
 Within my heart I cry
 As the battle around me
 Intensifies 

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Monday Prayer

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 Monday Prayer
    
  
 Jesus,
 You own 
 Your world
 You made
 It
 Only You can
 Save
 It 
  
 And us
 From ourselves
 So please
 Won’t You
 Come dwell
 Within us,
  
 Me
 So I may see
 You,
 Father,
 Holy Spirit
 As You really are
  
 Come to know you
 Better
 Watch you as you
 Scatter
 Yourself and gifts
 To us
  
 I need you
 Come walk
 Around inside
 my life
 to end the
 strife
 between us
  
 So it is not I
 But you that
 Lives in me
  
 Thank you for
 Showing me
 Your way
 So straight
 As You fling
 Open Heaven’s
 Gates.
  
 Praise You
 Lord Jesus
 Forgive me.
 In your name
 Amen
   

Dull Ache

 
 
 
 Dull Ache
  
  
 A Dull Ache
 Somewhere
 In the middle
 Growing larger
 No longer little
  
 A need
 more insistent
 Almost a sharp
 Pain
 Then becomes
 a Joy
 This, the means
 You employ
 To draw me
 Closer
  
 Your Spirit
 Entices 
 I come to
 a Sun,
 Beautiful Light,
 Perfection
 Holding only
 Life
  
 Your Purity
 Your Goodness
 You breathe
 Eternity
 Return to me
 I will return
 To you
  
 As my 
 Desire 
 Intensifies
 I wonder
 When it will
 Be met
 This ache
 This longing
  
 We all 
 Within feel
 This unmet 
 Need
 We constantly
 Try to fill
 With shallow
 Thrills,
 Cheap pleasures
  
 Life can feel
 Like walking
 Uphill
 With a heavy
 load
 Your beauty, God
 the only real
 goad
 To continue
  
 Earth
 As it is now
 Will never be
 Utopia,
 [perfection’s
 power] 
 Only with
 Christ’s return
 Will that
 For which we 
 Yearn
 Be Met! 
  
 Revelation 7:9-10 After this I looked, and there before me
 was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation,
 tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before
 the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm
 branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice:
 “Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.”
  
 Revelation 7:17 For the Lamb at the center of the throne 
 will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of 
 living water’, and ‘God will wipe away every tear from 
 their eyes’.