The Trust
Cancer 2 times has
Called my name
Life for me does
Not feel just the same
My time down here
Grows more limited
It may not even much
Longer be extended
BUT
What awaits for me
Is held within a Trust
In greater hands than mine
Transcending the restrictive
Limits of our sense of time
From this Trust
In my daily borrows
Therein lies Christ’s strength
To overcome all pain & sorrows
Never was I meant to live
In cruel poverty
But to receive the resources
In His Kingship’s sovereignty!
Praise You, Lord Jesus!
Although the use of
This Trust
May come with a few
Conditions or regulations
Never meant to be shunned
Were His love’s guidelines
To enjoy the pleasures
That await
As you are allowed to enter
Between Heaven’s
Welcoming gates
With each step’s forward thrust
Open wide your arms to receive
The lavish riches of this,
His Glorious Trust!
SPIRIT OVERFLOWS
You touch
The tip
Of Your finger
To Your lip
Then to
The very tip
Of my hand’s
Finger
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
Itself
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
Enough
It’s been passed
Until no one
Else remains
All has been done
To save
Each & every one!!
Heaven
Heaven is not just
A place
Heaven can only
Be found
Within a face
Radiating brighter
Than any brilliant star
Shining from afar
More precious
Than any glistening stone
Do not place your joy
Or trust in that alone
Wiser than any
Human sage
He left a throne of glory
To enter a dirty, darkened
Earthly stage
Walked with us
Ate our food
Literally
Wore our shoes
So do not let
Heaven be merely
Some idyllic place
For you
For it is only found
On holy ground
Standing before
A golden throne
Manifested, seen,
Experienced in
Jesus of Nazareth Alone!!
You See
You see me
I am known
In You may I
Grow
Become
More
Of What
You wish to see
Me to be
A daughter
Or son
With this thought
May I run
Be still
Let you fill
My empty hollows
On a frigid winter’s night, a young girl’s scream for help echoes uselessly in the icy silence residing between the tombstones of a large city cemetery. Her lifeless body is left for the police to retrieve and her parents to mourn over. Nashville again is full of violent threats from an ancient organization lusting after the only two things that will satisfy its international network of members – greed and power.
After the murder of another young girl, Detective Hayden Douglan again seeks the help of Pastor Samual Thomas, now a close friend, to find the monsters roaming freely within the city’s limits who seem to take delight in the death of children. Coming to the conclusion it has to be more than one person gripping the city’s parents in a paralyzing network of fear, Douglan cannot ignore the words whispering constantly at the back of his mind – the Brothers.
Will any human power be strong enough to stop the onslaught of the dark veil hanging over the cityscape or will it once again take the power of God Himself to tip the balance of the scales back toward the light of normalcy as a powerful enemy uses everything in its influence to gain the revenge it seeks for its previous losses?
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