by admin on June 15, 2011
Father, Hear my prayer,
No man knows the hour or time
when we shall walk with the divine
and leave this earthly dream we trod
and touch the lovely face of God
No man knows the length or depth
or toll upon our very breath
when we are told we have not means
to add a moment to our dreams
No man knows the pain inside
to think the burden on our bride
would so quicken in despair
she would not want our presence there
And so we ponder through the pain
could we ever do the same…
an act of selfless courage shown
and take the voyage to unknown
Or would we linger day by day
as our lives just slipped away
No man knows the answer til
facing death he’s rendered still
I pray to a most merciful Lord
He will welcome in relief
His son who did the river ford
and mend his wife’s cleft hearted grief.
Amen and AMEN
by admin on April 25, 2011
There’s nothing new…..
I cast my sight upon the lowest bower
again I plead for God’s unending grace
Because of sin, I feel remorse and cow’r
ashamed to look upon Thy holy face.
I wonder when the Holy Spirit fled,
will dare return and bridge this deep divide.
And then I know my greater sin and dread…
To ever think that Thou hath left my side.
There’s nothing new upon this world I trod…
There’s nothing new within the heart of God.
There’s nothing new within Thy Holy place.
Where fountains flow of love’s unending grace….
For what has been will yet again be true,
an earth that longs for just a glimpse of You.
The vastness of the harvest yet to come…
When Bride and groom rejoice at last as one.
There’s nothing new under the burning sun.
Thy mercies of this day have yet begun.
From age to age and Kingdom yet to come…
There’s nothing new under the burning sun.
There’s nothing new upon this world I trod…
There’s nothing new within the heart of God.
There’s nothing new within Thy Holy place.
Where fountains flow of love’s unending grace….
by admin on April 25, 2011
I feel the breeze upon my face
an earthly sweet caress.
I feel the heat of summer sun
as earth replenishes.
I hear the angels in the trees
as leaves come swirling down.
Creation magnifies our King,
its majesty abounds.
In every newborn utterance,
in everything that blooms.
Every thought or moment
was woven on His looms.
From orbs that plow the universe,
to the very path I trod
Reminded, am I living
in the very mind of God.
From orphans seeking comfort,
To widows as they wail.
To justice meted wrongly,
throwing innocence in jail.
To hungry, beaten, homeless,
to righteous, self-possessed
He longs for all the weary souls
who all about are pressed.
From galaxies to cradles,
from waves on ocean’s shore.
All of life’s complexity
brings one thought to the fore
Nothing comes from nothing,
I must gently nod.
And behold that am I living
in the very mind of God.
by admin on April 12, 2011
For the Creation of Christ in Tamil Nadu, Father, hear my prayer…
It is so this day as it was from the start…
When Lucifers cunning did break heaven’s heart.
He divided through lies our Lords perfect place…
Evicted with angels that fell from their grace.
Now loose to beset both rulers and kings…
through lies and deceit and abominable things…
Corrupting with love of earthly delights…
Removing from man any heavenly sight.
Sowing the seeds of confusion and pain…
by creating religions again and again…
Filling the earth with wayward beliefs….
Until man was surrounded with torment and grief.
He started the worship of animals, stars,
The sun and the moon, Venus and Mars.
The womb of the woman, the tallest of trees
The creation bowed down and all worshipped these.
He created so many beliefs filled with lies,
The carrion circled to eat those that died.
While fighting each other oer’ faith falsely put…
Their lives simply crushed under Lucifer’s foot.
We pray in this world there be hope, there be light.
We pray to break Lucifer’s grip and his might.
We pray for a place no different than ours….
Where faith can be measured by tears and by scars.
We pray for Your children, the bold faithful few…
With hand’s on the plow who humbly eschew….
The system that castes them, we ask You undo.
May Righteousness triumph in Tamil Nadu.
Thy will for Thy children, we know will be done.
May the gods made by men be stilled one by one.
May Thy Glory and Power and Grace flow anew
Over Thy precious children in Tamil Nadu.
by admin on April 7, 2011
I know not why.
Twelve to two the children range, will the younger know…
How deep the love she felt for them through tears of grief below?
A husband wrought in agony facing an abyss.
The echo of her laughter, the longing for her kiss?
So the body of our Christ is now to rally bout.
Surrounding all this tragedy with voices raised to shout.
We can not begin to know all Your holy ways.
As we suffer through this pain – we call the end of days.
We will not dare try to ration why you took this bloom
The flower of our happy life now decorates Your rooms.
We do beg forgiveness of our total pain…
At having to endure the time until we meet again.
We do beg forgiveness at our sorrow and despair…
and pray You hasten to us….
for our hearts to soon repair.
We pray you hasten to us for our hearts to soon repair.
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by admin on March 16, 2011
Words are limited, actions are impossible. Prayer is all we have.
I don’t know why some saints are so stricken deep in trial.
Like a pillar standing tall, lesser vessels to inspire.
I don’t know why the time is short and so bittersweet.
I don’t know why the heartbreak must be hard and so complete.
I only know from my own life of loving and of loss.
The sum is not the same as tallying the painful cost.
There is reason we won’t understand – gain we will not see.
When looking through the eyes of our soul’s deep agony.
There is time we have with children that is heaven like indeed.
There is love to make with spouses every minute that we breathe.
There’s the scent of natures perfume exploding all about.
There’s the beauty in the seasons that creation boldly shouts.
There is kissing and hand holding and the sun upon your face.
There is peace beyond compare to know the Son did take our place.
Forgiveness and eternity embrace us wrapped in light.
Souls erupt in shouts of joy when gazing at His sight.
There is no pain or hardship, there is no doubt or fear.
There is only knowing that eternity is clear.
For each of us once taking up our cross has but one task.
And that is to inspire other saints who come at last.
Showing them that the hour or the day, month or year.
Is not for us to know but to embrace each moment dear.
And to show these saints that the peace felt deep inside.
Comes when we love our Savior… Is to live and never die.
Miracles are powerful and we believe them true…
May God provide such healing that His miracle is you.
Amen and Amen.
by admin on March 6, 2011
To my suffering brothers and sisters in Christ. Who are beset all about and loved completely. This prayer is for you all.
We know not why the arrow flies or which way it should come.
If it bounces harmless or cause our souls to come undone.
We know not if it should strike in valley or on peak.
We know not why the imps of hell curse us as they speak.
We know not why the trial is hard, the road so narrow trod.
Not one degree can wander be to see the face of God.
We walk with fear and trembling, each step before the last.
We pray with each and every step to overcome our past.
We know not why He loved us so, to suffer so much pain.
We know not why He loves us so, he’d do it all again.
We know not when the arrow flies but know for sure that He.
Will come again to take us in, with grace and majesty.
We know for certain, He is love, and He will always be.
by admin on March 6, 2011
My prayers to my brothers and sisters who are troubled with sinful ordinations, denominational delusion, and confusion wrapped in base desire.
Hear my prayer:
Father we have stepped across the stream that halted flow.
Stacking stones into an alter so the world would know.
We who waited forty years and conquered Jericho…
Raised our children’s children so they’d never suffer so.
We who dispatched each and every tribe that raised a hand.
Establishing His Israel in Yahweh’s promised land.
But our children’s children didn’t hear their father’s tales.
They feasted and they flourished and the prince of earth prevailed.
This prince did weft and warp them, this prince did have them dine.
This prince did have them stumble in the stupor of his wine.
This prince did cause them hardship, this prince did pave the way.
This prince of misdirection sowed their ignorance today.
And now these generations they mock and kick and scream.
blaspheming the Words of God no longer held supreme.
The worshipers of feelings, the worshipers of flesh.
The worshipers of what is good instead of what is best.
They tell us filled with anger that our faith is full of rage.
They tell us that our God is from a long forgotten age.
They tell us that our Gospel is bile and full of hate.
They tell us with a rising tide that simply won’t abate.
And so the generations that raised their children so…
Reap this bitter harvest that the Lord is watching grow…
As faith and doctrine fade away – denominations pass…
What’s left is Christ’s beloved, His remnant holding fast.
So let the whirlwind whistle, let the storms resound.
Let the prince of earthly things shake the very ground.
Let the prince earthly things strike like lightning’s rod.
As for me and all my house…
We will stand with God.
by admin on February 25, 2011
What can take the place of the priest in every home?
What can heal the heart when a son is left alone?
What can calm the soul of the absence felt so real?
What can fill the lungs through the gasping of the tears?
Nothing takes the place of the father that we knew.
The one that taught us everything that life has proven true.
Nothing takes away the pain, not days, nor years or miles.
Nothing can erase the thought of each and every smile.
Nothing takes the place of the father in a son.
Whether holding tightly or on occasion undone.
For it’s true that saint and sinner, will readily confess…
When thinking of their father, each one had the best.
Amen
by admin on February 23, 2011
Who knows why some gifts of God sparkle in a light.
That all can see, but only few, will know of their delight.
Given only to the ones that bear the gift with strength.
Standing firm though tempest tossed and worn from journeys length.
Smiles that warm the coldest heart.
Sounds that touch our souls.
Keyholes to the inner chamber…
Where the Potter molds.
So special are these rarest jewels.
So delicate their cry.
Holding one in love’s embrace,
as we are held most high.
Yes the trial is painful.
Yes it’s full of fright.
Yes we’re weary to the bone
Of endless sleepless nights.
There is comfort knowing.
That our Savior dwells.
Within the souls of special gifts.
That only few know well.
And only few can tell.
God bless Tyler.
God bless him indeed.
Amen.
