A Part Of. . . .

A Part Of

Like I was created to be
A part of your great group
Your Holy Trinity!
A smaller part
As I bend down
Worship at your knees

A gift to be like You 
Should that not
My worldly values askew?
A world out of balance
So out of its mind
Tumbling along on a very thin line

Not even your angels
Did You die for
Over us Your Spirit’s healing
Did You wish to pour
To enable, re-birth
Through all the light
& darkness of this universe,
Along its massive girth

No one thing and no one else
Did You create to reflect
The goodness of Yourself
Only us!
Thank you, Dear Lord
In You only 
May I completely trust!

What’s Happening?

What’s Happened?

What's happened to that fire?
That roaring, scorching roar
A fire so strong 
Those rising flames
Redemption at its core

Today it sounds a whimper
That fire now burns much dimmer
Than in days of long ago
Did it seem then any simpler?

then as is now
Christ never tried to 
Simply please the crowds
Instead of praise
He only earned
A darkened funeral shroud

On a fateful Pentecost
A Spirit's fire was loosed
Bright, burning above their heads
Seen as to more clearly teach
Their God's eternal truths

So let's catch hold
Revive, rejuvenate those flames
Boldly denounce all worldly shames
So we may free ourselves & others
From satan's violent chains



Flowers flitter, float and twist
Spinning at water’s edge
Suspended in fluid life
Until a force, unidentifiable

Pushes, they’re caught in
Torrents of an energy
Out of control, blindly
Ripping at everything

Multi-hued and rushing
Entrapped in wildly straining
At times, mad,
Ceaselessly rushing waters

Of life, labor, loss, pain
Flowers follow, bobbing
Tossed and thrown
Waters almost overwhelming

Losing a few small strays
Of petals, delicate against
The flow, deluge swirling
Forcing them to dance

At last, the journey’s end
Uncertain, perhaps unsafe
The water tumbles, falls over
An abyss of rock’s sharp edge

The flowers cling, clutch
Tenacious to hold the liquid
Surface, then in FAITH
They release and reach

For a hitherto unknown
Place, in air,
It lifts, they let go
And rise to fly back home!

Phillippians 3:20-21 ESV But our citizenship is in heaven and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.

Daniel 12:2 ESV / 8 helpful votes 

And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.



You touch 
The tip
Of Your finger
To Your lip
Then to 
The very tip
Of my hand’s 
Where You let
It linger
For only one heart’s beat

And then
It overflows
So that it too may grow
This seed 
It wishes
To enlarge

I take what
You offer
Fill my heart’s coffers
Then silently
It flows
Until it reaches
Down to my toes

& I touch
The tip of
My finger
Where I let
It linger
To another’s

Your Spirit
To be
Passed on

Another does
The same
So Your 
Most Glorious Name
May be passed
Finger to finger

Until at last
It’s been passed
Until no one
Else remains

All has been done
To save
Each & every one!!

Not OK

Not OK

On our own,
We are not OK
In our own power
Not for one second,
Or one hour
Will we ever be
Or see
Salvation, redemption

Only by the blinding light
From above
Drenched in eternity’s love
Can the dark in us 
Ever be overcome
Only HIS SPIRIT can we trust
To do that job

We are too weak
From sin
Only in prayer
On our knees 
Will we win 
Any battle with
the satan

If you truly wish to see
That transformation
Only Christ can bring
So allowed you will be
With true Joy to say 
‘It is not I that lives
But Christ that lives in me!’