Our bodies code blue from a heart killed by strife.
Whats dead cannot praise ! Limp arms cannot raise!
What’s dead cannot sing!
Nor speak of a good thing!
Whats dead cannot open eyes
Or have strength of legs to rise!
Now , no thanks is there to give
Till what’s dead come to life!
We are morgues with doors tightly shut.
From dirt we are formed and dirt we are cut
Have mercy have mercy oh Lord let us Live!!
Let us rise from dead slumber and Thanks to you Give !
Lord have Mercy Christ Have mercy ! One breath We give today !
That your Breath May in return Blow this death away
Blow Away this Sin
Let Life return us to life again!
Let The morgue be ablaze , the door burst open.
Let Bells ring without toll as Light lets hope in. . .!
oh Son Of God, You live that We may live!
With a new heart Of thanks forever to give!
Son , You too soo dead come here to life!
Your Hands bleed red as Your body takes our strife!
Now! Thanks there is to give!
As all who are dead come to life!
Now we cannot contain or with folded arms remain.
These bodies can barely hold
this crumb of thanks our hand enfolds
Like Rivers through damns , it flows Life Afresh
and we , Giving Thanks , scream
“ we are Spirit in this Flesh”
no longer do we ask. “ will we survive ?”
For we have Thanks to Give : for once dead we are now alive!!!
GIVE THANKS ALL THOSE WHO LOOK UPON THE LORD IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING PSALM 27:13
“Fear not , thou worm of Jacob and you men of Israel :I will help thee, saith the Lord, and thy redeemer, the Holy One of Israel. Isaiah 41:14
“lookie at them two worms” the boy said to the girl as they walked through rows in the summer garden.
“Them both ain’t worms boy” the girl said as she bent down studying the small brown wiggling in the dirt and the small green inching movement up a vine. “hmm. . . see this one here is a caterpillar” she concluded as she looked from dirt to vine.
“oh just cause it’s green?” the boy asked
“no , silly, cause its got legs and that worm aint got none” she replied looking at the green caterpillar and pointing at the brown worm.
Worms and caterpillars sometimes look-alike to children. But Daddy tells us there is a difference . There is a whole different future for the caterpillar than the future of the worm. It is all somehow by Daddy’s design. I kinda think Daddy made our futures look like those of the caterpillar.
But ,I remember well when I considered myself a worm. I thought and felt and acted just like a worm squirming round in the mud and mire of the world’s garden. Sometimes ,when I thought myself on dry ground , I would try to loosen the dirt as I went deeper . I loosened the dirt hoping some light might come in and something in me might grow . I saw lots of things growing around me and that made me squirm and wiggle harder. I followed a path of other worms and called to some who passed me by saying “where is my hope”. (1) I fell exhausted, soon my tears made the dirt all muddy again. Eventually ,the mud had me buried alive and I felt dead . I did not know if I was dead from all the dirt or if I was dead from trying so hard to move the dirt. But I was certain I was dead.(2)
“How come its got legs?” the boy asked
“Cause Daddy gave em to them. . . guess so they can hold on to that vine” she said as she pulled a magnifying glass from her pocket.
Maybe, in Daddy’s first garden we were all caterpillars and not a single one of us was a worn out worm. Maybe, we all had legs that could run up Daddy’s lap and get all snuggled in Him till we were ready to fly. Maybe that very big worm, the serpent, snipped every leg we had and left us like worms so we might look like him. He always wants folks looking like him .But Daddy wants us to look like Him and that is really how we look. Certainly, Our Brother Jesus crushed that wormy serpent and gave us back our legs so we can look like Daddy.( 3)
I remember when I felt my Brother Jesus reach down and put legs on my dead limp body. I remember when I was no longer a worm but a caterpillar . Suddenly I felt alive, born again, as he took me and put hundred of legs on me. After he did this , he set me on a vine. A very green strong true vine. (4)
“What do you see sis” the boy asked as he watched his sister look through her magnifying glass.
“that fella is eating the leaves on the vine” she spoke as she twisted and turned her head following the movement of the caterpillar.
Caterpillars eat on the leaves that they were born into http://www.thebutterflysite.com/life-cycle.shtml From their feasting they grow quickly. As a caterpillar, I ate from the vine Daddy had Jesus set me upon. It was a very delicious, yummy vine, .. It tasted sweeter than honey, honey from the very finest honey comb. It made me spin round and round and round. And as I spinned round and round, happy with the honey and being on the vine away from the mud, something wonderful happened.
Something happened in me and around me and all about me . ( 5). It was , as if Daddy and Jesus were spinning a robe tightly around me so that it covered every bit of me from the inside out. I felt at rest in this robe. It was like a big tight hug from Daddy. It squeezed so tight I couldn’t move on my own. Folks walking by thought I was dead but it was just that I was so wrapped up in Him.
“See Daddy keeps them in this chrysalis for a while. . . folks call it a cocoon” the girl began to teach.
Bored with his sisters studies, the boy wandered through the row of sugar snaps. Suddenly, he shouted “look Sis!!! ” pointing to a butterfly resting on a sugar snap blossom.
“That’s it” she ran over to the boy. “that’s what a caterpillar turns into after he gets all fat from the vine and spins round and round and then ,suddenly . . .” she ran waving her arms in circles in the air” Daddy makes butterflies” “tilitha cumi talitha cumi” she chanted as she ran through the garden waving her arms. “
In time , I began to feel a new creature form in me. Something totally different than the creature I was before . ( 6) Something so totally different that I felt like I might break out with wings , very colorful wings. I felt so much freedom that I felt I could fly. I felt I could fly and not fall. I felt like flying up to Daddy and down to every beautiful thing for my landing. And , suddenly, very suddenly, I was released from the still encasements. It was not just a feeling it became real. I was a poem in flight (7)
“Stop flying sister!! Look at those kids over there. They are laughing at you” the boy pointed to a group of children standing outside the garden.
“dont worry bout that brother. Those kids are more of Daddy’s butterflies . They just ain’t flying yet. . . BUT GOD they are fixin to . . .”
Dedicated to the RLOC youth and to all the words of Daddy taught through Ephesians by Pastor Chris on Tuesday nights. Picture by Destiny drawn on the window of my door .
- Job 14:13 “If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in darkness. I have said to corruption “thou art my father: to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister. And where is now my hope as for my hope who shall see it” FOR WE WERE ALL DEAD IN OUR TRESPASSES AND SINS . . WALKING ACCORDING TO THE COURSE OF THIS WORLD. . HAVING CONVERSATIONS WITH LUSTS OF THE FLESH Ephesians 2:1-3
- “Both our unrighteousness and our self-righteousness leave us dead. They are both enemies of His Grace” Pastor Chris Peterson.
- God gives us legs to go where he has purposed us. When the disciples went (Luke 10 )Jesus said to them upon their return to Him “I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven”
- John 15. We are placed on God’s vine to “abide” cling tightly read AND BELIEVE) His every word
- BUT GOD BEING RICH IN MERCY BECAUSE OF HIS GREAT LOVE IN WHICH HE LOVED US (Ephesians 2:4)
- MADE US ALIVE TOGETHER WITH CHRIST (Ephesians 2:4) “and He took the girl by the hand, and said uto her, Talitha cumi: which means ‘girl’ I say unto thee ARISE” (Mark 5:41)
- ‘We are His workmansip: a work of the Living Word” Pastor Chris ( Greek “poiema” ) http://biblehub.com/greek/4161.htm