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.

The Pocket of Your Heart

 
 
 

 Pocket in Your Heart
  
 Place me in a pocket
 In your heart
 Where I was meant to be
 From the very start
  
 Though fear, shame
 Humiliation
 Made me feel 
 I did not belong
 satan’s lie in that
 you’ve shown
  
 The great chambers
 And their walls
 Within the center of 
 Your being
 Pulsate with the call
  
 Return to me
 & I will return to you
 Your Spirit cries
 Cannot deny 
 The love throbbing
 Within your voice
  
 The greatest love
 Man will ever know
 Swirling, twirling
 thru dark ethers
 of a universe
 Ends at earth
 Within a holy glow 
  
 We were created 
 To live close
 So close
 To dance within the
 Vapors of God's breath
 Never meant for us
 To be apart
 Or ever face a death
  
 But until that death
 Or your return
 I will willingly bend
 my knee and 
 just wait
 No more your love to spurn!

Just Pretend

 
 

 Just Pretend
  
 Close your eyes
 & just pretend
 Pretend there is 
 No death
 No Physical end
 To life as it is
  
 No purpose 
 For anything
 All is just about
 What you can see
 & touch for now
 No hope
  
 If you can believe
 This
 Then your enemy
 Has accomplished
 His goal
 to cover your eyes
 with his deceit
  
 he can even persuade
 You to believe
 Or feel that even he
 Does not exist
 There is no great evil
 In this world
  
 We are okay
 As we are
 If this had been
 The truth
 There would have
 Been no use 
 Or need
  
 For a man to die
 On a cross
 Heaven sent
 Puts a different bent
 On our ages old story
 To believe in a glory
  
 Temporarily unseen
 By human eyes
 Someday will rip
 Open the skies
 Return in full power
 Unknown may be 
 The day or hour
 But Christ’s words
 Promise it clearly
 & for sure!

Still Walk

 
 
 

 Still Walk
  
 Still, quiet, slow
 Calming
 Taking each step
 One at a time
 A spirit moves
 Follows behind
  
 Placing each foot
 Firmly
 Upon this dusty earth
 Peace, stillness
 Both given new birth
  
 They are brought to life
 Again
 Each footstep He takes
 Will never be erased
 Even in the midst
 Of life’s harshly blowing sands
  
 His presence, Himself
 This Creator Christ
 Walking still among us
 Leaving footprints
 To follow if you will look
 to truly see and trust
  
 So, risk the walk, begin
 Put your foot inside
 His footsteps left behind 
 He leaves those promises
 Of His Peace to reassure
 Those who will struggle 
 Stay faithful, pure
 Unto the very end!
  
 Peace I leave you. My peace I give to you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not be afraid
 and do not let your hearts be troubled. John 14:27

Lamb on A Cross

 
 
 
 
 Lamb on a Cross
  
 Meat, red, raw
 Trembling &
 Unprotected by
 Skin
 Or anything
  
 The man groans
 A lamb on a cross
 Red meat exposed
 To air
 & no one there
 To seem to care!
  
 Blood gushes
 Red & also raw
 As demons dance
 On the dark ground
 Underneath the sounds
 Of his groans
  
 They squeal, scream
 With delight
 The light has been
 Quenched
 In the sight
 Of the whole world!
  
 Or so they think
 But this cup He 
 Must drink
 Only for a few hours
 Will prove to crush, sink
 Hell’s greatest hopes.
  
 As evil flames lick
 The base of that cross
 The man suspended 
 In air
 Dies
 No more earthly cares
 Or sighs
 For Him.
  
 Praise God!!
 The ground trembles
 It quakes
 A massive stone
 Rolls away
 The beginning of this
 New day
 Opens heaven’s gates
 For all seeking a better way!
  
 Hell has lost
 Christ has won
 Heaven’s purest Son!
 His obedience poured
 Out thru His blood
 Ran to ground
  
 Our obedience 
 Poured out thru
 our hearts
 A fresh, new start 
 Every morning to 
 Mimic our King
 Be forgiven thru
 The blood of
 A lamb on a cross!!

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LET GO

 
 
 Let Go!
  
 Let go of 
 Who culture
 Says you should be
 There is a better
 Way to know,
 To see
  
 Do not restrict,
 Confine
 Yourself
 Within the same 
 Old line
 Of a world without
 A mind
  
 His Spirit 
 Wishes to indwell
 The form, heart
 Of your physical shell
 Live and Be
 God’s Holy Temple!

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