The Water Fountain

 
  
 Water Fountain
  
 For all the broken-hearted,
 The oppressed, rejected,
 The unloved,
 There is a fountain
 Rising
 Eternally forever above
 Shining with light
 So bright
 This overwhelming Love
 From the heart of God
  
 Roaring, flooding
 Gushing 
 From His Heart’s Spring
 It’s rushing
 To cleanse, protect
 Unto the effects
 Of a fallen world
  
 Upon our lives,
 Our souls
 May His love bind
 My heart to His
 So I may live
 In the shelter of
 His wings
 Forever 
  
 This fountain
 Roaring, ignoring
 satan’s hatred
 he will not win
 Soon will be his end
 This you will see
 If you believe
 In His Son
  
 His death on a cross
 Was not our loss
 But a victory
 In His loving hand
 I live
 Already in
 His Promised Land!!

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Waking Impression

Here is a repost of something that happened to me awhile back. Hope you enjoy!

Sometimes I have what I call waking impressions or visions if you like. It was early in the morning. I had just woken up. In it, it was like I could sense God overhead and below him closer to the ground was an almost shapeless, glistening object. I sensed it represented a human soul.

I sensed He was showing me why he places so much value on each person. We are made of the same basic material as the living God, pure spirit. The real us is a spirit created in the image of God, eternal, never going to cease to exist. Our intellect, our emotions and our will are the real us. For everyone, our physical shells will die and cease to function, but not our eternal souls.

I think the message was this is why He places so high a value on us, higher than I can understand. I needed this message maybe more than anyone. The beggar on the street means as much to God as the President of the United States. May God bless your day!!

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Total Transformation

 
 
 Total Transformation
  
  
 In time, a caterpillar becomes
 The butterfly
 To rise, float thru 
 Bluest skies
 An infant becomes 
 A man
 Meant to reach upward
 For God’s hand
  
 Both created by the
 Same generous
 Loving Father
 Desiring, waiting
 All nature again to gather
 To Himself
  
 Allow yourself to follow 
 That inner instinct 
 That interior pulling
 That deepest urge
 Toward this 
 Christ & Lord
 It can be the Undoing
 In your life, the total Purge
 Of satan’s evil darkness

The Screen

 
 The Screen
  
 The screen
 That presence
 So widely seen
 In our homes
 Offices, 
 Carried in
 Our hands
 Worldwide
 In every land
  
 Mobile
 Or desktop
 Laptop
 Servers galore
 In their memories
 They can store
 Anything
  
 And they do
 Spit out
 Whatever gets
 Put into them
 By us
 Coming thru
 Our hands
 The minds &
 Hearts of man
  
 That screen
 That influence
 I have seen
 Thick or lean
 Large or small
 Speaks & calls
 To us all
  Thru the light
 Of that flickering
 Screen
  
 Images of good
 Images of bad
 Calling our names
 Playing their games
 With everyone
  
 Angels & demons
 Portrayed in fantastical
 Images
 It’s really so sad
 Because both do exist
 In the midst
 Of the lives of man
  
 So be careful what 
 You allow 
 To be fed into
 Your mind
 Look for truth
 Elsewhere 
 & learn
 to wisely turn
 from that
 Invasive Screen!