The One
(and only)
In the beginning
the One
Created from nothing
All of this something
Father, Spirit & the Son
Worked in perfect harmony
So all of their creation
Could witness their unity
A part of that One
To earth was sent
With only the best intent
To save a beloved child
From the darkest designs
Of an enemy most vile
In the name of our Christ
Diseases were healed,
Demons were routed
Death was defeated
The Dead were raised
All to the glorious praise
Of His Holy Name
It is today still
That wonderful Name
& thru His gracious Will
In terror all demons run
When the Name is said
Of that precious One,
Jesus of Nazareth
Only the name of
That precious One
Has ever made all
my own demons run
I spoke it into the dark
Sincerely from my heart
In a heartbeat, they fled
Away from the side of my bed
Man has always been
too weak & on our own
We will never defeat,
Never meant to try
To survive all alone
Under a dark satan’s
Destructive, vicious blows
Only is that One Name
Been made all powerful
To totally destroy
satan’s darkness
So let us in faith joyfully sing
As out loud our praises ring
The name of our Christ,
Our eternity’s King
I shot some video footage of along the river beside our greenway system just after it had rained. The water was moving faster, and you could hear it better. I enjoy listening to the sounds of the waters. Have a blessed day!
Water Songs
Above life’s waters
Is your light
That ruach, breath, of you
Attempting to make
The one out of our two
Above the moving waters
Of life you go
Whether they move, flow
Fast or tediously slow
Trying to help me grow
Closer, more in your image
Multiplying your likeness
I try to follow as you bless
You follow the waters
Whether deep and dark
Or crystalline clear
Revealing our depths
In a reality so stark
So, I try to reach up
And fiercely cling
To the peace and
Serenity you always bring
To the living waters of my soul
No matter the deep, dark
Complexities of all their flows!
Will You?
The pain increases
Oh what if it never ceases?
What will I do then
What can bring it to an end?
Where is that God
That said he wants to heal
Now as from this incessant pain
I kneel
Where is my helper now?
Slowly a light starts within
My chest
A knowledge evolves
As I try to resolve this test
Will you still love me?
What kind of question is that?
I turn from it and pray
Again inside my head
Those words have another say
Will you still love me?
If your circumstances
I do not change today
Do not give you
Exactly your way
Will you still love me?
I seek only those worthy
Of my higher calling
For an enemy’s lies
Do not be falling
Following me will not
Always be easy
Before your eyes
I will not always be pleasing
Your world now is lost
To save it I paid a terrible cost
Now will you be willing
To suffer a loss
To follow me?
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Pick Up Your. . .
As children we get told
Pick up your things, your mess
Clean behind yourself
Oh, how our parents we can test
As older we grow
But as we become adults
By someone much wiser than I
From an ancient book of old
We are each & every told
To pick up our cross and Follow Him
Notice. . .
He did not say
Pick up your money
Or your pleasure
Or your lusts for
Material possessions
He said
Pick up your troubles,
Pain, suffering
And follow me anyway
Try each & every day
Within His footsteps to stay
Christ did not live a life
Of luxury
Pleasure
While here not
even particularly loved
Except from the Holy Father above
Denied Himself
Became obedient
Even when He was sent
To that tortuous cross!
Counted it all as nothing, all a loss
For us paid a most excruciating cost!
Cannot we do the same
To follow His Glorious name?
To find your life you must lose it
And if you are not willing. . . ?
Not willing to sacrifice for Him
Then worthy of Him are we not
His words, not mine!
Matthew 10:37–39 Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.
Christ does not mean not to love your family or neighbors, only to put Him first! Praise God for his love, mercy, grace and forgiveness!
The First Calm
It happened under the skies
Of the very first dawn
Rays of light breaking
Placid horizon in yellows,
Pinks and reds
It was the first Calm
A new world, pleasant
To the eyes and soul
Broken out of deep, dark
Nothingness
By ancient words and voices told
In a Holy Book
Life exploded
Upon a spinning globe
Of dirt, air & water
Animals, man & plants
To each by a loving hand
Did the Creator grant
Relationship
With Himself,
The Ones who stirred
The darkness
Into life
Nothingness
Into something
Desired to associate
Fellowship
With our forms of dust
Only asking for a return
Of love, respect
& our trust
This was the first Calm
This perfected peace
Between all forms of life
And the Creators
Between all of Their creation
& Themselves
There was not a hint, scent
Of strife
Until man,
Supposedly the highest,
Decided to rebel
And follow the wrong voice
Made the ultimate mistake
Available, the worst choice
And everything fell
Plants, animals, earth
Spun out of the original plan
Subject to terrors
Never meant or intended
By our Creator’s gentlest
Of hands
And so we lost
All of us
Paid a dearest cost
To suffer in pain,
Showed disdain for the Ones
Who made us
And so in tears we lived
And lost
The First Calm
Never Perfection
I hem, I haw
I fuss, I stew
What is the matter
With me?
I pray upon my knees
Trying to follow
All those righteous rules
But somehow cannot
Stick to what I have been
Taught in a Sunday’s School
Oh, woe is me
What can I do
Surely I will be lost
If all those cues
In that holy book
I cannot keep
So I seek
harder, harder
To be perfect
Then a teacher says
Relax
He knows your name
And for everyone
It is the same
Christ knows
On this side of the grave
You will never reach
Perfection
But can only head in His general
Direction
And He does the rest
On that cross He
Passed His final test
Fought & bought
At a terrible cost
Our victory
Over imperfection
So you could be found
& no longer lost
Within a satan’s hell!
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