Last time YOU CAME you left a light so , I will now keep it on!
And around its table I’ll put bright stars
And ornaments to sing my song !
I count the days til we can dance
And YOU COME to hold me in your arms !!
When all these sparkles and spangles of light will be but dim and dusty charms.
And this table where my dough is rolled will be a threshing floor.
Where all the manna that ever was will be risen and restored .
When YOU COME , oh Light of Light,
my light will seem so dim!
But still it will be a light to you ,
because you have lit it here within!
“All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”
John 1:3-5 KJV
http://bible.com/1/jhn.1.3-5.kjv
“The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.”
to step into the ocean of YOUR Love knowing YOU COME rising like a rock beneath my feet.
Isaiah 26
Trust in the LORD forever!
“Trust ye in the Lord for ever: for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength: For he bringeth down them that dwell on high; the lofty city, he layeth it low; he layeth it low, even to the ground; he bringeth it even to the dust.
O Lord our God, other lords beside thee have had dominion over us: but by thee only will we make mention of thy name. They are dead, they shall not live; they are deceased, they shall not rise: therefore hast thou visited and destroyed them, and made all their memory to perish.”
When YOU COME dive down here from your high mountain,
Into the tear filled ocean chasm , our dark brackish fountain,
Will YOU COME with arms long outstretched ?
Will you be the swimmer to clutch and save this wretch ?
Will you swim upstream through veils and cloaks ?
Will YOU swallow each death with every stroke ?
Will YOU COME take me to a shore where I will cry no more?
Will YOU COME take me to a shore where I have but you to adore ?
From Isaiah 25
He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
And he shall spread forth his hands in the midst of them, as he that swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands to swim: and he shall bring down their pride together with the spoils of their hands.”
A prayerful poem for a ” certain” sister and ,all “certain “sisters, who have been ” caught” impure .(1)
my sister, my sister, I see the mud in your eyes
Were you caught luring the brothers with Satan’s hot lies?
Were you tricked with the trick devils told you to turn?
Did you bend with the lie because your ears itch and burn?(2)
like Judas for change you gambled our Father was not looking!
As you played Jesus a prayer pimp for a later booking!
oh sister oh sister, surely they now gather around(3)
they sling mud on your name all over this town!
I cry when they tell of how you turned for a dime!
I rage as they pretend their DNA not on this crime.!(4)
Oh sister ,These fools will be shamed and you will be scorned.
And no one sees your muddy bridal dress so ragged and torn!
My sister, dear sister, I see you weep in this night
oh sister You reach for a Word to make it all right!
But sister ,dear sister , did you not see Who was bending low there?
Did you not hear His Spirit rustle between you and the affair?
did you not see how He knew you in these sinfilled crimes?
did you not see how he paid your judges for all owed times?
Did you not see my sister , this True Lover untangle your hair?
Did you not see my sister, this Knight who caught you so bare?
Oh sister Oh sister He hears you cry for Him tonight!
you grope in the dark for relief from the shaming fright!
Take not the hand of the Liar who points with crooked fingers!
Though mud still slings and stinging sin still lingers.
Do not let this Liar bury your dress and call you a “Ho”.
Your Husband comes to tell you what you forgot to know.(5)
See how He draws lines in this dirt lifts and lets you “go!”
See how the eyes of Your Husband invite you to dance!
Seek your Jesus , Hear Him propose a perfect romance!
Feel Him undo your heart in a word , not a grope or shove!
Feel Him Loose you Free to be lured and caught by His Love!!
1.And certain women, which had been healed of evil spirits and infirmities, Mary called Magdalene, out of whom went seven devils,”
Luke 8:2 KJV
http://bible.com/1/luk.8.2.kjv
2.“For the time is coming when’s people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions,”
2 Timothy 4:3 ESV
http://bible.com/59/2ti.4.3.esv
3.“When the scribes and Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery. They made her stand in the middle of the court and put the case before Him.”
John 8:3 AMPC
http://bible.com/8/jhn.8.3.ampc
4.“However, when they persisted with their question, He raised Himself up and said, Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her. Then He bent down and went on writing on the ground with His finger.”
John 8:7-8 AMPC
http://bible.com/8/jhn.8.7-8.ampc
5.Now I passed by you again and looked upon you; behold, you were maturing and at the time for love, and I spread My skirt over you and covered your nakedness. Yes, I plighted My troth to you and entered into a covenant with you, says the Lord, and you became Mine.”
“The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.”
2 Peter 3:9
Father of Mercy
See his twisted slumber.
Thin and wanton
Time throws him asunder .
Father of Mercy
I hear the howl of hounds(1)
Distant dark dogs
Bellow trumpet- like sounds (2)
Father of mercy
Now Bend down from on high.(3)
a kiss of your spirit
Now a breath from your sigh.
Father of Mercy
Your hounds bear their teeth
While pain and weakness
Snarl back “no relief”
Father of mercy
See how he lacks so much.
HIs image self sculpted(4)
Too fragile to touch.
Father of mercy
Stretch forth your hand .(5)
Send your dogs to shepherd
Chase him to a promised land.
Father of Mercy
See how His window’s dim.(6)
Scales are like curtains
The lid lips like a rim.
Father of mercy
Send troops of every hound.
To Chase him tonight
Chase him whom you found .(7)
Oh Father of mercy
This decay denies your making .(8)
The dust of this bed
Hides the spirit of your taking.
Oh Father of mercy ,
oh Father most kind !!
Will the dogs find that
What eeks eternal is only thine ?
Oh Father of Mercy ,
Oh Father Divine
You promised promises true
To this daughter most small!(9)
You promised Oh Father
To be ruler of all!
I SEE now not this body
BUT your promise most true!
No hounds from heaven !
I will not leave till I see you !
Till I see Jesus buy these caskets
of bones and skin..
Drawing this eeeking soul to Behold the Forever and Amen.
2. “in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last shofar. For the shofar will sound and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we will be changed.”
4.“For being ignorant of God’s righteousness, and seeking to establish their own righteousness, they didn’t subject themselves to the righteousness of God.”
6.“when the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men stoop, when the grinders cease because they are few, and those looking through the windows grow dim;”
10.“If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and will receive you to myself; that where I am, you may be there also.
Yeshua said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father, except through me. If you had known me, you would have known my Father also. From now on, you know him, and have seen him.””
This poem was written Sunday Oct 2 before I heard of the Las Vegas shooter. It is not about the shooting in Las Vegas but about what happens in spiritual space when we gather in our churches to WORSHIP on Sunday. Satan becomes an indiscriminate destroyer of a distracted crowd.
Sunday Shooting ( a poem)
No need for guns no need for missiles
Raise the Sickle to harvest the wheat and thistles!
Oh Lord , Our Lord
sharpen Your knife ,draw Your sword!
Cauterize our culture
kill what we horde
Sunday morn we enter in the precious door
holding free tickets as we hope with hope for more
Maybe something will lift our loud silence
a Song, a Shout, a Word without violence….
A peace from breaking pieces, a gathering for the Son
A place from the places where Satan steals our fun
No need for guns no need for missiles
Raise the Sickle to harvest the wheat and thistles!
Oh Lord , Our Lord
sharpen Your knife ,draw Your sword!
Cauterize our culture
kill dreams we horde
Surely here we have no need for missles and guns
As our band prepares to kill all our bored humdrums.
Empty yet rich we always offer change from our jar
and dream days not as now, but brilliantly afar
our jeans and leggings dance both free and tight.
hands hallowed raise our waving rite.
No need for guns no need for missiles
Raise the Sickle to harvest the wheat and thistles!
Oh Lord , Our Lord
sharpen Your knife ,draw Your sword!
Cauterize our culture
kill sins we horde
Your bishop ,he warned us to not be unaware.
Yet ,distracted ,our gaze goes here and there
Till one so small slithers invited on our scene.
Trailing grass from A garden where he first did glean.
Hell without hands he cocks missle and gun.
Loading venge filled bullet for both dead and undone.
No need for guns no need for missiles
Raise the Sickle to harvest the wheat and thistles!
Oh Lord , Our Lord
sharpen Your knife ,draw Your sword!
Cauterize our culture
kill self we horde
Who crouches in the windows above the scene?
And rapid fires these bullets to destroy God’s redeemed?
While one shoots back with a word from above
And minstrels sing a muted song about Everlasting Love.
Likewise the door of heaven swings to receive this earths Cry
Of those few and bended singing
” Mercy! Mercy from the Most High”!
As He ,the One of the One, saddles Donkey and Horse
With Wind and Water, We feel the move of His Force
boldly He barrels to the certain and few
commanding “NOW bread NOW wine to all Satan slew!
He Speaks:
There is no need for guns or for these missals
I AM the sickle and harvest both wheat and thistles
I AM sharper than any of your knives or sword
And I pull angel armies from on high downward
I lift every soul as it drops to the floor . . .
And I quicken , I gather , saying mine and mine ,forevermore’!”
Post note:
Every Sunday If our eyes are not on Him and Him alone , we become a casualty…….
Even in church . In essence we are a casualty whenever we take our worship casually. In these moments, we are a wide target for Satan. He takes opportunity to shoot at our faith leaving us weak wounded unbelieving hypocrits.
It has happened to us all. Parched wounded dying from thirst we can barely pray.
Strangely, after reading this a week later, I could see that the shooter in Las Vegas and the Enemy have much in common …the same way of operating. The tragedy felt ,in my soul ,like a picture of an invisible spiritual reality.
In as much as we recognize that there are evil people, we must recognize there is an Evil One, the Devil. And , in as much as we recognize that an evil person can invade an area without our knowing so, we must recognize that the Father of Evil tries to get into every good place. Even church.
It may seem we are as helpless as the victims in Las Vegas. And were it not for Jesus in us and the Holy Spirit for us we are victims!.
But true Worship is the rise of the voice of the Son in Us by the power of the Holy Spirit. He who is Our Praise is Jesus and the Joy of our praise is the Spirit.Together, United with Chist in us , the Spirit moving us, is the FAthers Greatest Praise! May The Bride , The Church , Take time before Sunday to see how this Beautiful Saviour Stands ready to release all of Heaven to purify us as we worship.
Behold, How He comes when we stand at His door singing of Him to Him for Him and through Him !In this moment …..
Sunday worship , despite the Enemy attacks, there remains the greatest concert of our worship. God delights to send His Spirit and all of heaven to join a church looking to its Head ! While our hearts and hands and heads are up , the Father releases armies upon armies of angels.
These angels not only sing but fight to fight for us to sing with them ! Perhaps they are singing our songs as they fight for Jesus’s Bride.
And without ceasing,in prayer and worship may we be one in praying for the victims in Vegas . May we pray and praise our Father in Heaven as He works against this tragedy that interrupted a concert. May we be certain the Perfect concert awaits In heaven through His Son Jesus.
So He explained. “The farmer who sows the pure seed is the Son of Man. The field is the world, the pure seeds are subjects of the kingdom, the thistles are subjects of the Devil, and the enemy who sows them is the Devil. The harvest is the end of the age, the curtain of history. The harvest hands are angels.”
Matthew 13:37-39 MSG
http://bible.com/97/mat.13.37-39.msg
“in order that Satan might not outwit us. For we are not unaware of his schemes.”
2 Corinthians 2:11 BOOKS
http://bible.com/31/2co.2.11.books
“For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from Godʼs sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”
1. “For it is you who light my lamp; the Lord my God lightens my darkness.” Psalm 18:28
2.“And we have the prophetic word more fully confirmed, to which you will do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts, 2 Peter 1:19 ESV
in reflection of the death of Father Hamel and the young terrorists killed on Tuesday July 26 2016 in Rouen France. Revelation 12:10-11
Oh God can’t you see from the Altar to the Door
See how Blood spatters and speckles the church’s Dusty Floor!
See the men in taverns tell tots tales of a Holy War.
See mamas move prostrate sneaking prayer in a corridor.
Look , crowds on the streets scream “we cannot take it anymore!”
While your reporters write of a cry that they long to ignore:
Many are the words of martyrs fighting for a sacred score.
see, see, Oh God, drops, drops, drops, of blood like rose petals falling to the floor
Bend to see dear Father God, from the altar to the door.
see there dead, see here dead, from Turkey to France
See on Tuesday an old priest slaughtered in another martyrs dance
Look God, the Knives and guns are outspeaking the bread and wine?
as blood gushes through veins screaming “not my will but thine!!”
Oh God see the spatters and speckles on this church’s holy floor
and drops, drops, drops, drops of blood like petals of roses fall
more and more, more and more from the altar to the door.
Did you not read Oh God the reports on that Tuesday night,
young men in black and the old man in white
both caught sacrificing a body for what they call “right”
Did you see the one in white with host in his hand?
Did you see the one in black with mission and command?
Where were you God when the Bride was stabbed at the altars?
Why do you wonder at our faith which flounders and falters?.
Oh God see the spatters and speckles on your Church’s holy floor
And , drops , drops , drops like petals of roses fall
As martyr after martyr lays down to the Bridegrooms call.
BEHOLD God I hear you are there between the Altar and the Door?
I faintly hear an Alpha, Omega in the distant now and forevermore
Are you Speaking songs for us to sing from throats that are throttled and slit?
Are you prompting Praises pounding with promise for every violent hit?
is that you GOD I hear ! ?ever so sofly like The rose petals of carpet lain?
and from my hearing ,see, the Martyr of Martyrs, the final Lamb that was slain!
Is that your life: drops, drops, drops , your Blood, that settles the Holy score?
That is you , God, prostrate between the altar and the door. . .
drops drops drops of your blood for our sins fill oceans shore to shore
Why has thou forsaken me , I will scream nevermore!!
For there you lay, my Savior, between the altar and the door.
Calling me also to die as I longingly adore.
Adoring You , JESUS, from the altar to the door.
“And I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of his Christ have come, for the accuser of our brothers has been thrown down, who accuses them day and night before our God. And they have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, for they loved not their lives even unto death.”
Last time YOU CAME you left a light so , I will now keep it on!
When YOU COME dive down here from your high mountain,
Advent # 3
