First True Renaissance (Recreation)

  
 First True Renaissance
 (Re-creation)
  
 After a dark period
 It is told in books
 There was a Renaissance,
 Reformation, 
 a Recreation,
 Of culture, societies
 Even of Religion
  
 But I will argue
 It had already occurred
 At an earlier date
 before those books’ words
 Told of it.  On a cross 
 in a small back country,
 Judea
  
 An explosion 
 Unseen but felt
 After one 
 insignificant carpenter
 Was crucified 
 Because he testified
 To a new way of life
  
 Born in blood, 
 sweat & tears
 Why? satan has no peer
 For evil destruction
 His desperation 
 Was showing
  
 A new world,
 Kingdom,
 New way of living
 Was ushered in
 For all who would choose
 Their life to lose
 Inside of His
  
 Built upon a 
 Foundation of the old
 Refined, purified
 Like the rarest of golds
 For the sake of man
 He took our hand
 And led us to 
 His cross
  
 Meant for all
 Not just a few
 A new earth order
 If you choose
 Of faith, belief
 So on that Day
 And in that way
 His new earth kingdom 
 Started.
  
 Change has 
 Happened
 Time for it 
 To spread
 To all places
 For the good
 Of all faces
  
 Death defeated
 satan exposed
 for the liar he is
 time for the world
 to know
 it can change,
 grow,
 because 
 Christ says so! 
  
 Do not have to wait
 For a distant heaven
 New kingdom life
 Is now for the taking
 Now is the time
 for the slaking
 Of our undiminished
 Need for God
  
 For every man,
 Woman, child
 To take us out of our wild
 Unruly state he found in us
 Return to us His paradise for all
 Please I beg of you,
 do not refuse
 His holy, righteous call!

Revolutionary’s Sounds

 
 Revolutionary’s Sounds
  
  
 Whirling, twirling
 Swept up into the air
 Revolutionary sounds
 Were everywhere,
 all around
  
 Ignored they were
 But they were heaven’s cure
 For what was wrong
 Within the songs
 Of man
  
 For all our evil,
 Corruption unbound,
 Still they refused to see
 What God had pleased
 To send them
  
 So only a few listened
 To the man on the cross
 Ignoring from his lips
 The purest, shining gloss
 Of a revolution’s sounds
  
 Bringing words of 
 Great worth
 Love, joy, peace
 To His earth
 Heaven’s purest, pearls
 Our souls He did seek
  
 And so Christ did die
 On the very rocky ground
 He had created 
 Our God, 
 Alone and bound
 But still left behind
 For those who choose
 The fiery, purest joy of
 His Revolutionary’s Sounds!!

Not Even in A Blender

 
 

 Not Even in A Blender
  
 Blades whir,
 Solids dissolve
 Large chunks puree
 Into a goo
  
 Blenders good
 For many things
 In our kitchens
 They do bring
 From many foods 
 Convergence into one
  
 Unfortunately, in life
 Things are not always so
 Some things cannot,
 Should not mix
 For the welfare of our souls
  
 The dark and the light
 Will never mix
 Nothing that a blender 
 was ever meant to fix
 Never meant to be
  
 As oil is to water
 Separate from the
 Beginning
 God’s light will
 Not ever allow
 satan’s dark to stop
 His shining!
  
  
 So do not fear
 Shed not too many tears
 There is the one that
 Took our place
 Opened Heaven’s
 Pearly gates
 Christ paved the way
 Saved all our days
 From the whirling,
 swirling blades,
 that chaos of the darkness.

Parallel Universes

 
 
 
 Parallel Universes
  
 I’ve heard the words used
 Before
 Parallel universes
 From several books
 Those words are torn,
 Borrowed
 If you please
  
 Also in theories of those
 Who do not like to be told
 Of a living God
 and 
 only one single universe,
 HIS
  
 In old science fiction
 Books
 If you care to look
 Words like the above
 Are used
 Into this you are welcome
 To peruse
  
 In another ancient book
 Words are used
 If the truth you wish 
 to persue
 It speaks of this life we see
 Of this for yourself
 You may read
  
 A Bible, ancient &
 Holy
 Tells Gods story
 Of creation from
 Nothing
 Of all of this
 Something
 Which surrounds us
  
  
 But it also speaks
 Of what we cannot see
 With just physical eyes
 It speaks of spirits
 Good and bad
 & choices to be had
 By us
  
 Of angels, demons
  A destructive satan
 A loving Savior
 A Holy God of 
 Spirit
 Of Heaven & hell
 In its words it does tell
 Of these parallels
  
 Unseen but not unfelt
 In your heart,
 Spirit,
 I think most of us know
 It exists
 Draw closer to God and
 He will draw closer to you
  
 This is the truth 
 He wants you to know
 For certain
 He wants to open 
 The curtain
 Between the two
  
 For us these two levels of
 Existence
 Are the very substance
 We are made of
 Both physical and
 Spiritual
 Existing in both
 We are clearly told
  
 As a hand fits 
 Into a glove
 The spiritual above
 dwells within our
 Physical below
 More & more
 You will become aware
 As You let God indwell
 Your core essence,
 Your very Soul!
  
  
  
  So take a look around
 It will astound
 And should remind
 Of how frail this
 Physical is

3 Somebodies!

 
 
 

 3 Somebodies
  
 Three on a throne
 Living as one
 Universe awash in
 Their love
  
 Throbbing, pulsating
 In beauty
 Breathing as one
 More life-giving
 Than any sun
  
 A Father, Son &
 Holy Spirit
 Above this world
 They reach to lift, 
 This is their unique gift
 For each of us
  
 So we are blessed
 During the tests
 Of these our lives
 To be not loved 
 By just one
  
 3 hands reach down
 toward the violent sounds
 of our discord and ugly abuse
 of each other
  
 3 somebodies
 To conquer this world
 Help us transcend
 Into their joy & a
 Love which never 
 Ever ends!!

I pray everyone can have a very God blessed day today. Praise God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. You are completely and 100% loved.

Purpose

 
 
 Purpose
  
 People speak of wanting
 Purpose to fill their time
 Frame of mind
 Purpose as written
 Within the lines
 Of a dictionary means
  
 An act with an intention
 Or determination
 Another word, purposeful,
 means to be meaningful
 To move toward one’s goal
  
 God, before all time or even
 Before we were created,
 Set for us a goal
 Determined by just himself
 If all truth be told
  
 A relational God set
 The goal
 For us & Him
 An intimacy so close
 Relationship with Him
 We were meant to be
 His friend
  
 What more could a man
 Ask 
 For a purpose
 Than to be given 
 The task 
 Of being our great
 God’s friend!
  
 Yet Created to follow,
 Will take you as you are
 Dare I say, to be a part
 of his entourage,
 Holiness, set apart
 Remembering the precepts of
 His great Heart
  
 So, follow your Living God
 Even if the whole world
 upon you trods
 Fulfill your purpose
 Of which a Holy book tells
 & follow the path of Christ
 Even if it leads thru hell.