Not Okay

Not Okay


War is not okay
Rape is not okay
Child abuse is not okay
Poverty is not okay
Neither is the extreme greed
That seems to fuel & feed
The wealthier countries
The world is not now okay,
God never meant for it
To ever be this way!!

As we close our eyes
Stare vacantly toward the sky
& ignore the surrounding 
Abnormal pain
Have we become so 
Senseless, brain dead
We accept this world as normal?
Or shouldn’t we instead
Be a part of its re-creation?

We were never meant
ourselves to tear & rend
Into many small pieces
We were meant to 
Live as God’s friend
In His perfected paradise
In love with HIM  
& each other

Instead we choose
Against HIM to rebel
Oh, how I wish this
Evil inside ourselves
We could banish, quell!
We have lived like this
For so long
I am not sure we can 
Any longer even see
what is wrong

But there is hope
For on a happier day
For those who have
Chosen to follow CHRIST'S way
God’s power & might
Will triumph, have sway
Once again the world
Will be perfected
All pain will disappear!!








Encounter

Encounter
(on a busy sidewalk)

a busy city sidewalk
crowded,
elbow to elbow
on every face is
shown
pressure mounting
higher, higher

streets full of cars
jostling for position
under each red light
this caravan of busy
reaching out of sight
noisy cacophony of 
impatient horns

But yet, into
This man-made
Mess of madness
A sense of peace,
True Destiny,
Walks with us
Side by side
On each busy street
& sidewalk

Unseen, but not
Unfelt
He walks 
In His royal robe
Searching, looking
Passing by
Among us
Longing to touch
Each heart
Desiring to give
Reveal, impart
Himself
A better life
Temporarily out of
Sight
But sensed

In that small breeze
That touches 
Your skin
Ruffles the edges
Of your heart
Look up 
New life begins
At the edge of
The old

As your King
Walks past
In the crowd
Let him win
Without any doubt
Yourself
Without a sound
Or shout
He will give to you
More than a busy
Sidewalk’s chaos
Let him come, refresh
As only Christ can do
& give to you 
A better life anew!




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
  
   

Someday

  
 Someday
  
 It 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 seas
  
 I stumble, I fall
 I walk then I crawl
 Down here I never 
 Quite pull it all
 Together
  
 Yet 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! 

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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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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’.