The Tear Don't cry, Lord Jesus Why that tear Does a sorrow to you Draw too near I lay my cheek upon your hand As flowers around my head Do blend Let me love you Oh my God, my dear You lift the crystal fluid Off your cheek Wait a moment Before you speak It is not for sorrow That my eyes do weep But for pure joy That in eternity Forever more May I now you keep!
This a repeat of an earlier post. I realize people are sometimes uncomfortable sharing supernatural or spiritual experiences they have had, but I only tell this because I want people to know how real God is and how much He does loves you.
I have sleep apnea. I don’t know if you know what that is, but that’s where when you lay down on your back to sleep the muscles that hold up your soft palette at the back of your throat relax so much that the palette itself collapses downward and blocks your airway. In other words, you stop breathing. It is dangerous and can kill you.
However, one night before I realized how dangerous sleep apnea can be, I went to sleep one night and somehow must have gotten off my side and into a position that was not safe. I woke up suddenly and was in a different place.
I remember feeling a slight tinge of fear but was mostly confused, thinking where am I?? All around me was nothing but deep blackness until suddenly I could see this spiral of beautiful, puffy white clouds spiraling off into the distance. I did not want to look at the far distant end of the spiral because I had this sudden knowledge that if I looked at it, there would be no going back. Somehow I just knew that. Don’t know how, but I just did, but I was not given a choice. I had to look at the end of the spiral, and so I did.
Next, let me say that I had no physical sensation at all. I was fully awake, fully conscious, but there were no physical sensations. I had no awareness of a body.
To get back to where I was, as soon as I looked at the end of the spiral of clouds, I was in the other place, but this one was different. This beautiful, beautiful light was everywhere. It glistened and shone like nothing I have ever seen. But the light was alive. There was a massive intelligence or presence inside the light. Like nothing I have ever experienced.
It was so bright it almost hurt to look at it and the colors of the rainbow were moving through it constantly. It was so bright that I turned to look away, but again, I was not given a choice. I had to look at the light so I did.
When I turned to look at it again, suddenly it felt like somebody had taken me and thrown me as hard as they could up against a brick wall. There was this really hard boom, and I was back inside my body. Totally awake but back inside of my body going “What just happened to me.”
I laid there for a few minutes, thinking about what I had just seen and experienced. I moved around a little trying to get my bearings back and then decided the only thing it could have been was for a few minutes or less, because it happened so quickly, so very quickly, is I think I died! It is the only explanation I can think of.
I believe for a very few brief seconds, I was allowed to see some of the glory of the Living God. The light was beautiful beyond words. I wish everyone could have seen it. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
The only reason I wanted to tell this is I hope it will reassure everyone that there really is life after death, and that God is more beautiful than any of my weak human words could ever express.
I pray that the living God Himself will bless your day and your whole life and that you can get to know Him better. He really does love you very, very much. God Bless You.
The Voice We scurry We hurry Caught up in distractions We forget the impaction Of ignoring Ignoring what you say? The only face That dispenses grace Every heartbeat every day For the world That's simply their way But For a Christian? It means we've failed To stop & listen To the only One In the position To stop the insanity Darkness surrounds us To us Christ entrusts His truths, His light To dispense To a world never meant To be this lost When we His church Get so caught up In the world's culture We forget to nurture HIM IN US Then by our silence And this our choice Christ has no voice & only doom awaits!
Rest That physical pump Inside my chest Someday will stop As my fragile shell Receives its eternal rest In peace I pray I will be allowed to go If while on earth That is what I tried to sow Enter God's rest You children of the King Rise up in joy On the back of His great eagle's wings Rise in spiritual prosperity As you prance, dance forever In God's joyfilled gaiety
Enjoy the third in a Trilogy of the Nashville Detective Series now available on AMAZON
A small boy lies shaking in terror from the sound of the explosion of a gun. He is the only witness to the murder of his babysitter. The forces of darkness come creeping after this small child as once again Detective Hayden Douglan and Pastor Samual Thomas must work together to protect one of the most vulnerable of Nashville’s citizens. But are the two men strong enough to protect him by themselves or will it take all of heaven’s armies in a final showdown to keep the child from being destroyed?
Original Creation Created in the image Of the only One Not any human being Stamped with God's likeness His very form Down deep into your core That was the original purpose For us To walk, talk, be Like the Holy One of Israel But instead, We turned toward Our own fleshly shells Following selfish desires Turned against those Lofty golden spires Of His heaven So now today He fights To win us back From our own evil, selfish ways Of which there seems to be no unending lack So in the Now of Your Today Turn, Return To following that love's song That original romance With your God that was intended (He will not be offended) And while you still have a chance Join in His Eternal, Universal Dance!
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