A single solitary beauty
glorious and unmatched
encircled in thorns
unlike anything seen before
enveloped in majestic perfection
opening His heart
and giving His life
for all of us
not just some
for us all
amazing detail, growing in stone, alone
an explosion of Glory rising above dull
His idea of Majesty in perfect chaos
a solitary bush created for bees and butterflies
stunning, they hover as lovers, touching gently
kissing this tiny beauty across its painted face
each second blooming, like Yeshuah
He hopes they will carry His love
beyond the river
to rise above stone
dainty, scalloped and ruffled in pink
like a child in church clothes
forced to sit still so as to not crinkle
or mess their special dress
but God doesn’t care if you come
in tatters and filth, wrinkled with loss
surrounded in the darkness of your past
He only cares that you come…
that you love as He does…
with every torn petal
Man hasn’t ruined, stepped upon this ground
not sacred, not lost, blessedly not found
high upon mountains reaching for the sky
only paws and claws had been this high
Revealing life through a pale purple mist
untouched, serene as a cool soft kiss
a glimpse into the future, a peaceful sigh
Glory silently spilling… just across the sky
Its a stencil of life, simple and honestly true
loving God first, all souls, everything under blue
spreading joy, honor, innocence and candor
no reason for deceit, for this is much grander
Wildly simple, cherish it all, living off this wonderland
now see His son, head bowed, reaching for His hand
nothing else to speak of, or see, only birds flew over today
but Yeshuah cut the path, knew the truth… knows the way
It may have been covered in His precious blood
preempted by warnings of His Father’s angry flood
dripping below into caverns, pooling on His mercy seat
His love for a lost species not once wavering in the heat
Flying like a bird, soaring on pure white wings
a million angels laughing, rejoicing, a massive choir sings
landing on these untouched mountains, a divine dome
then He rose beyond… following that same path home
finding your tree of life
Glory kisses a seed
grow towards the light
rinse in the falling rain
shine and bow
once rooted sway away
for the light is grown in you
and hope is your seed
find the Messiah in you
the Hope of Glory
burning in the light
leave darkness to fall
shine from your soul
stretch your branch of hope
resting in the Messiah
the Hope of Glory
like a voodoo doll, poking and stabbing
your friend one moment
your frenemy the next
the gossip shared behind another’s back
crushing, slicing through
with endless unknown effects
the Holiest mountain stands just out of reach
while you’re stuck below
snagged by thorns piercing everywhere
your mouth firmly rooted in jealousy
held in place by envious boulders
you never once noticed were there
beguiled into thinking you can climb
past the cruelty
past the unsympathetic crime
a devil of a feat to overcome
this shutting off of evil words
slaying your heart and soul for all time
where blackness is the least of magic
driving up from deep below
your mouth moving in a downward spell
the trick behind gossiping
is you thinking it’s harmless
raising the mountain above your own hell
Psalm 15 A Psalm of David.
LORD, who shall sojourn in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell upon Thy holy mountain?
He that hath no slander upon his tongue.
Technically, it’s the commandment stating, “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.” but it seems to get less attention than, thou shalt not murder or thou shalt not lie. But Yeshuah said, all sins are equal. Like I always say, joking, when someone lies straight to my face and I know it… “You know, you go to hell for lying, same as you do for stealing and murder.” Just my little way of reminding people… all the commandments are equal!
All demanded by GOD!
Not just one or two….
I feel like I may have been a little harsh in my last post.
But as usual, I never think before I post.
It just spills out of me sometimes. I felt, while writing it, like Yeshuah was angry, and wanted to make a point. Don’t get me wrong, it was all me, because I have yet to hear Him speak to me. You will not hear me say out loud, ever, that “God Told Me…” and go on with something I made up. I truly love God, as my Father, and Yeshuah as his arm, or branch, or the Son of YHVH, THE All Mighty One.. I could go on and on… He takes care of me. But despite many prayers for Him to speak to me, it hasn’t happened…yet!! But, for some reason yesterday I just felt like Yeshuah should say something, as the poem oozed out of me. I’m guessing it was the Ruach Hakodesh, the Holy Spirit. I think sometimes it prods me on like a poker to a horse…get moving old girl, He says…. lol But, no; yesterday I was just feeling feisty.
This other part of me… just wants to yell at people. Have you ever felt like that?? You just want to strangle people! Seriously, I’m in fear of becoming a serial killer. lol I’d be the Cherrieo’s Killer, due to my gf calling me Cherrieo’s; I in turn call her Corn Flakes, due to her being a bit ditzy sometimes.
Take the moron at work this am that was a proud racist, and smarted off to me about it…. but tucked his head in shame as he ducked out the door. This was right after I told him, “Uh, no…” at this point I make a big ‘no’ face, like I’m speaking to a kindergartner, “sorry, but we’re NOT RACISTS here, so we’ll have NONE of that kind of talk!” He left smiling, because I was smiling, but he understood at that moment in time, he was so wrong! He was not in a world that still lives in the 80’s.
I truly hope he thought about it for a while, ducking his head like he did, I know he was ashamed of himself… but if I hadn’t stopped him… he would have continued on for the rest of his life, thinking it was ok to make comments like that. Sometimes I wonder, if it only takes ONE TIME, before the embarrassment can alter ones’ open aggression and the self-centered-self-righteous bullshit they’ve concocted to convince themselves that they are better than someone else! Hell, they actually think they are better than a whole group of people who are different than themselves.
Anywho…. today I’ll try to post something lovely… everyone loves puppies and springtime!
most likely its my greatest of woes
like climbing a mountain with no toes
or swimming an ocean for a deep breath
what will I do if it means my death
this not forgiving I hold a grudge
double the anger gives me a nudge
greedy parasites cover earth in a mist
and cruelty is at the top of the my list
growing longer than impatience endures
with my peeves flying past in sharp blurs
I stumble repeatedly flailing off a deadly cliff
falling into shit with a miserable whiff
not quite finding the strength to dig on out
I crawl towards the mountain clawing about
while my heart and hands are covered in pain
I’ve given in to an endless reign
of evil and heartache till I’m finally full
rupturing and bursting my only soul
never learning that vengeance is God’s alone
only His to smite from His Holy throne
His soft and gentle blood ran in red rapids
While His torturous death gave me my life
How I ache to become His devoted wife
Sadly I deign to think He’d have me
It’s discerning to learn I can’t repay Him
I’m disgusted my blood is soured and weak
Yet His hope is filling an empty vessel
Dripping in time with each weeping need
Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb
Drowning me until I’m finally freed
Suddenly I’m high with unbelievable spirit
My drumming heartbeat flows into music
For I will always be deemed worthy
Without one single second thought
Someday soon I will be His Adoring Wife
Because His Pure Love Gave Me Life
As His hope is filling an empty vessel
Dripping in time with each weeping need
Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb
Drowning me until I’m finally freed
Life finds a way
in a river
atop a bus sized boulder
with only a few things needed:
and something to hold onto.
In life, to find your way
through the twists and turns
raging falls and calm pools
atop a boulder or under a spell
struggling through some eventual rapids
or floating along peacefully
you only need a few things:
the sunshine God created to grow our world
the pure clean water and food He created
and His Amazing Promise to hold onto.
Everything else is just wind.
Wake up sheeple, we’re all just Mashed Potatoes and Gravy… all mixed up together!
THE ONLY THING THAT DETERMINES SKIN COLOR IS THE SUN!
If your family lives near the equator, you will have darker skin, to reflect the sun’s damaging rays and protect you from too much Vitamin D absorption.
The need for the right amount of Vitamin D is copied into our DNA and passed down to our children to keep them healthy.
THIS IS THE ONLY REASON WE HAVE DIFFERENT SHADES OF HUMANS!!!
SO WAKE UP ALL YOU IDIOT BIGOTS AND RACISTS!!! WE ARE ALL THE SAME!!!!!!!
oh, His eyes
were windows into my soul
an arrow slicing
into the desperate bottom
I had slid to
the faded shame
still circling the edges
of my darkest moment
accenting the distant light
as it floods over the brim
no stone untouched
except the one
I sat upon
wallowing in my own past
His eyes warmed
and I knew His love again
as the light drew nearer
touched my heart
pulling ever pulling
as if a blackbird
stretching the darkness
until it snapped
and I think the day will begin like this; glorious light, beauty spread wide, birds calling softly in the background while the earth settles into silence. The breeze will taste like springtime, the scents of a million flowers wafting by, while our brains begin to assimilate, our heads lift upward instinctually, searching for answers.
The sound of music, led by trumpets, begins to travel across the sky, matching the path of blazing clouds.
The brightness of His Holiness will blind us, and we will be forced to look away… kneeling… one… by one…
by one… and then we will hear His Voice… His Voice… for the first time…
Hallelujah… I can’t wait…
a trillion stars in the night sky
ticking along in their own time
managed to time to
a massive star
on the day of His birth
a blood red moon
on the day of His death
yet still you question
this massive star
moved south leading
learned men on
and then stopped
moving in retrograde
this blood red moon
began three hours before
was full on red
as Yeshuah died
and gone three hours after
and still you question
why did God make the heavens?
for us to worship… love… gaze at?
NO! They are HIS CLOCK! His Massive FATHER CLOCK!
They show us exact moments in time when we should celebrate, rest, honor Him,
and follow His timeline for us.
DID YOU KNOW that in 3AD… Jupiter was amazingly bright as it moved directly south from Nazareth, leading the Magi to Jerusalem, then retrograde for some time, hovering straight above “where the child was”, before moving backwards. At the same time, the moon was sitting directly below the constellation Virgo! Giving rise to a NEWLY BIRTHED MOON!
DID YOU KNOW that in 33AD… there was a full eclipse, bringing out the stars at noon and turning the moon blood red at 3 pm, approximately the time Yeshuah took his last breath?? The moon that day rose with an eclipse already started from below the horizon. And of course you’ve heard of the massive earthquake that rocked the entire area, including the temple, ripping the veil in half.
It’s like GOD placed a giant sized map up there for us, and is just waiting for us to see it… for the first time.
These astrological events are from written documents and scientific histories of the time…
not the Holy Bible or DSS or Tanakh!!!
following footprints into the past
at the edge of an ocean unimaginably vast
across stepping stones jagged and raw
led by a brilliance beaming with awe
toes sinking into a swirling mist
of wispy strands in a pinkish blue twist
my path across the sea a brave step away
if only my faith would finally hold sway
over my fears of literally no escape
wrapped in a darkness like a doubting cape
until light pierces my soul into soaring
far above the evil baneful and roaring
as I float across a graceful green blue sea
each step I take ripples back to me
“I HATE ALL Muslims!” the 70 year old loudly boasted. “We should BLOW them off the PLANET!”
I simply asked, “So, are you a Christian?” I left out 5 minutes of the previous conversation, due to his point being long lost, and trampled under several other nasty racist-bigot type remarks.
He blinked in surprise, at my change in subject, but said stubbornly, “Sometimes!”
“Sometimes?” I asked. “When you meet God, and He says, “Did you believe in me… you’re gonna say “SOMETIMES?”
Yes, the sarcasm dripped all over the counter, but I didn’t care. I absolutely loose my mind when ANYONE claims to be a Christian in one breath and says they HATE in another! I’m sorry, I apologize, but I become the biggest shit you ever laid eyes on.
“You think GOD’S gonna LET YOU IN … SOMETIMES?”
The man was just like a million others I have to listen to daily, those who are usually between 60 and death, the elder generation, who are still prejudiced and racist and whatever you want to call religious-ists… they’re like religious racists. Not just BIGOTS, but viscous in their hate! And frankly I am sick and tired of them running our country…. straight into the ground… not only in politics, but in real life. EVERYDAY life. They are always there, in the background, spouting their shit… dragging an entire population down with their crap. Their UNACCEPTANCE… their UNFORGIVING ways… they need to move on, let it go, and let the rest of us get along.
“COME INTO THE 21ST CENTURY!!!” I said louder than I probably should have… but when this man turned to another man to continue with his rant, I turned to my coworker and said in the same loud voice, “THAT’S what I hate,” I said. He paused in his rant, as the man he was talking to turned to look back at me. I went on, “… people who CLAIM to be a Christian, a FOLLOWER of JESUS, who was ALL ABOUT LOVE, tell me they HATE AN ENTIRE POPULATION OF PEOPLE! PEOPLE THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW!”
Thankfully, the old man got my point, that I was clearly done with him and his opinions, and walked away to bother another customer. We walked past each other a while later, and he couldn’t look me in the eye. He started to, but turned abruptly.
That’s when I knew… maybe he was actually thinking about what I said. I didn’t care if he continued spouting his shit, or if he walked away and thought about it deeply. All I cared about was making him stop long enough to think about what he was saying at that moment. Spraying evil, all around… and CLAIMING to be a Christian.
That’s the kind of person who makes all Christians look bad, and drives new believers away. That’s what I hate!
I realized something this morning, as I watched a video or two of Hillsong United. The first video showed them playing a concert somewhere in India (I think) and the massive audience was singing along with the song, as if they’d sang it a million times before. Then I watched them singing “Touch the Sky” in Spanish, as it looked like they were playing somewhere in Mexico or Brazil. Even in Spanish, everyone in the audience was singing along, praising God… It was Beautiful!
And for the first time, I realized how music is spreading the Word of God, the Love for God, across the globe. Being in America, we tend to think we ARE the Christian base, the Christian believers of the world. But missionaries have been spreading the word for centuries, all across the world. It made me tear up, watching them singing such a beautiful song, completely in Spanish. It sounded wonderful. And the love and joy they were feeling is clearly visible.
During both video’s they were showing at different times the conditions these people were living in, the trash dumps, tiny one room shacks with sheets for walls, the flies in their eyes, even one woman was living in a giant cement pipe used for sewage, but empty at the time, and lying somewhere in a desert town; here toddler runs to her as she sits in the shade of the pipe. And my heart is breaking, knowing these people are just barely living, barely alive, without food, without even a box for a home, just barely surviving on the edge of life…. and here we sit, eating fattening cheeseburgers and pizza, living in giant new homes, palaces to them… talking on our phones, and complaining the service isn’t fast enough and our electric bills are our of control.
And yet, it isn’t our fault we were born here, in the luxury of the US. It isn’t our fault that we have school systems in place to teach our children, and libraries to learn from, or parents with the ability to take care of us until we can take care of ourselves. YES, none of that is our fault, or our choice. We were born into it.
But can you even wrap your mind around the thought that someone else was born into poverty… like none you have ever seen? No home, no clothes, eating dirt to fill your empty cramping painful stomach, no water unless you drink the gray and brown puddle that’s been shit in by a cow or goat, or human. Such utter poverty that you scour through a dump site looking for a bent fork to bend back into shape and sell for less than a penny to get a teaspoon of rice to eat. Or find a dirty stained shirt to wear, because yours no longer has sleeves or is the same shirt you wore for 5 years and it’s too small for you or in filthy tatters.
No. You can’t imagine it, not until you see it live. Or live it. Just the simple idea that you have a flower in your yard to gaze at, one you may have planted yourself, and the poorest of the poor have never seen a flower. They see dirt, for miles on end, nothing but dirt; dirt and sand, blowing in the wind, into your eyes, covering your body, and they have never even seen a single flower. Because where there is no water, there are no flowers. Or food, or weeds, or herbs, or trees. Nothing, but pain, hunger, thirst, cold nights and baking hot days, and no home to go to. No parents to help. And certainly no government that will help you in any way.
That is what they live with daily. What they survive. Could you survive that?? Could I??
This is what God meant when He said “Take care of the poor!”
The true poor. Not some woman or man who is too lazy to support themselves and lives off welfare so they don’t have to work, stating they can’t work because no one will hire them, or they have back problems, or allergies, or whatever lame excuse they come up with. They are only poor in spirit. They have no idea what it is like to be truly poor. Plus here, they will not go without food. Even our poorest of the poor can walk to a soup kitchen, or get get food stamps, or stay in a shelter if there is room, and be fed. Yes we have poor people who are starving and homeless, but they can find food if they aren’t too messed up on drugs or alcohol to get it. Being homeless is a far greater issue, once in a while it is due to choice, but for the most part if they choose to, they can work their way back to a poor existence, one where they have some sort of shelter and money for food.
I myself have been poor for as long as I can remember. But I never go without a job or food, and I may live in a crappy trailer, but it has a roof and bathroom and running water that spews out of a faucet, so I don’t have to walk miles to get it. Or boil it just to drink it. I have always considered myself monetarily poor, but never truly poor. That is a whole new level I am thankful I will never have to endure. Because I live here. Because I have parents who would still take care of me if I needed help. Cousins, Uncles, Brothers and Sisters too. All who I could contact if I needed to for help.
The true poor have no one. NO ONE BUT YOU and GOD!
So the next time you are on your cell phone, and can’t upload your favorite song, that you are willing to spend $5.00 for…. think about the people around the world who could feed their entire family for that measly $5.00…. and do something about it! YOU CAN LIVE without it. THEY CANNOT!!!!!!
THAT is being a TRUE CHRISTIAN!!!
I read something a few days ago, that seemed to leap into my soul. I’ve heard of similar things, but never explained in this way. It Took Hold, reverberating through my mind like waves pushing against the sand. A new understanding filled with wonder and joy. It was this: the Holy Spirit creates miracles.
The Holiest of all spirits, the Holy Spirit, also known as the Holy Ghost, or the Ruach ha Kodesh, or what I have come to believe is simply GOD’s own Soul… can stop time, or remove it’s effects all together, while performing a miracle. It fills in where there is something missing or needed. And once it has consumed the situation, it leaves a part of itself behind, allowing for nothing else to enter. It can purify, strengthen, absolve and redeem. It is God’s own Soul, touching us for a split second, altering us, in ways beyond our apelike knowledge.
It’s as if we’re empty, and the Holy Spirit fills us. Or maybe we were just a quart low on one character. Maybe we need honor, or strength of will, or even just a boost in virtue, and with a single breath from the Ruach ha Kodesh we are perfected.
It’s like God is here, enveloping us in His Perfect Love. Which in turn makes everything return to perfection. His perfection. His Love. His Way. This is the miracle. For a tiny spec of time, all is in complete perfection. How much remains afterwards is up to the Holy Spirit, I would guess.
But for years I only thought of Yeshuah as being The Miracle Maker; due to the miracles He preformed while alive and dead. Yet something kept nagging at me though, why would we need the Holy Spirit? Some people believe it’s only for God to speak to us through, that tiny voice of goodness we all hear when we are about to sin! Do you listen to that voice? Sometimes? Or do you see phrases from the scripture’s popping into your mind; things you’ve memorized flashing by like on a moving billboard.
Scriptures that were written about YHVH, (God) and Yeshuah (Jesus the Christ) and The Ruach ha Kodesh (The Holy Spirit.)
It rarely matters how the little nudge is achieved; only the end result.
It made sense to me though, to evolve just a hair, to allow the thought to enter my conscious and unconscious mind; absorbing it like love. Taking it in, and letting it take hold. How incredibly wonderful… that the Ruach ha Kodesh is God’s own miracle maker. I’ve known for years that Yeshuah, or Jesus, put the Holy Spirit into the disciples to make them conduit’s for God’s miracles, but it had never occurred to me that the Ruach was also there for that purpose. Giving the ancients super powers to change the course of history. I used to picture bolts of lightning or God’s giant finger pushing through the clouds to achieve His purposes, but just by letting His Holiest-of-all-Holy Spirit enter in, the miracle is done.
Emmanuel; God With Us
Thank You Father!
why do my tears fall freely
tightness grips my throat
an ache rises from my chest
taking over my vocal chords
drowning my mouth in ache
when I listen to an unusual case of people being extremely kind
someone blessing another without knowing they were
or maybe they did know
the sweeping feeling
of deep deep joy
I find most times it’s the same way I feel
every time I think about every single blessing
in my life
listed out one by one
adding up to
God’s Amazing Grace
Can you imagine how the world would be changed… if we all thought “we are one”? If we all treated each other as if we were one single person?
There would be no hunger, no super rich, no homeless or poor… because we would simply treat each other as if we were them. We would instead think, THIS is enough. When is it enough? When do you have enough, you don’t feel you need more?
We would never have a reason to go to war, because who in their right mind starts a war with themselves? No one ever WANTS to kill themselves.
We would never destroy the earth in any way, we would FIND ways to travel from place to place, or to build things, without stripping and polluting our natural resources or killing animals for sport to make ourselves prettier or more virile. We wouldn’t need THINGS to fill our homes with that were useless and unneeded, because we wouldn’t need to impress ourselves.
There would be no such thing as a slave, which there is still, in this day and age. We feel so enlightened, and intelligent… yet in 2015 there are still SLAVES in our world.
There are still people who think it is ok to kill and murder over their beliefs, yet if we thought of each other as one, there would NEVER be a reason to kill yourself because you believe what you believe. There would be no suicide. No desperation, no loss and loneliness, for we would all be ONE.
I CAN IMAGINE IT! Can you?
I can imagine it right now, but only in what I imagine Heaven is like. That MUST be what Heaven is. We all become ONE!
I think I’ve said these things before, but I just felt the need to say them again. Maybe get the ball rolling. Maybe make just one of you stop and consider this… and begin to LIVE your life in this way. LIVE your life, don’t just make a living. Make a difference. BE THE SOURCE. BE ONE!
Maybe…. one day… 🙂
like a Dove
He descended from above
filled with grace and words of love
building hope below
a twig of peace to sow
His life and death to foreshadow
a prophecy of revelation
taught to a sinful prideful nation
fostered in grief
torn apart with no hope of relief
to be betrayed
by His words waylaid
and twisted into a sinful crusade
to be hung
from the highest rung
of Jacob’s ladder by an evil tongue
yet His atonement
fulfilled a commandment
to save us all from eternal torment
was like a Dove
filled completely with love
He’s still longing for you to join Him above
not in a tree
or in the blue sky you see
but squarely and forever upon His knee
the day it started
with palms and fronds
piled at His feet
reaching up so far
as to blind the people
gloating in alleys
planning to hurt
blades rising up
stalking His Grace
craving His Glory
green with a sickness
soon to be passed over
in a perfect crimson
reeds bloodied by burden
shimmering beyond on high
the Light of a Savior
given the shaft
as shadows play across a quiet scene
a raging river rushes by unseen
rippling down the rocks of a crowded bed
I wonder why satan has immersed and led
us down this path strewn with his lies
diluting and surging he forever tries
to blind us from truth and Heavenly hope
like water racing down a cascading slope
slippery and slimy and covered in moss
our journey turns into sadness and loss
the greatest deceit found under fame
of Yeshuah’s dishonor just in His name
for when the river began to carve the sod
His name meant simply The Salvation of God
still the stream churned and danced across
miles of boulders until it came to a cross
where it washed even Him with pure salvation
drowning all evil and saving a lost nation
to this day we dishonor His amazing grace
submerging our world in entrenched disgrace
channeling his name into a soiled form
and speaking it daily making it the norm
like my tears washing over cheek and bone
I can almost hear Yeshuah’s swelling moan
You never need to shout
Your thunder isn’t anger
it’s Your great power
unleashed yet tamed
for it is needed
to water Your flowers
You never need to scream
to be heard in the chaos
we just need to listen
when You offer us quietly
death into a beautiful eternity
we think we must jump
run to catch up or race wildly
but we are only one step away
from an unbelievable heaven
from such utter happiness
just one tiny step away
You reach out gently
and touch my soul
Your Spirit whispers so softly
I AM here forever
waiting breathlessly for you
now I understand
why You whisper
for You are only
one step away
“Is the reason you whisper because you’re one step away?” Jason Upton
I went in search of something, I wasn’t really sure what. I ended up at the top of mountain, sat down, leaned against a rock and thought; This is what God see’s, from His point of view. Every thing so tiny, colorful, yet we only see about 1% of the color spectrum, so I thought He must see even more glory. I inhaled slowly, inhaling the brisk, even the molds and damp grasses tickled my nose, the heather just starting to purple. I hear birds calling to me, and wonder what they say; go away, go away. My mind continues on, I let it ramble, ignoring all the junk in my life, down there. I’m above it, I think. Rise above it, I think, and look upwards naturally following my own thoughts.
I finally notice the glow nearby, off to my left, the clouds are almost burning. It startles me out of my mundane thoughts, and I begin to watch it closely. The white is blinding, yet yellows glow even brighter, just as a voice says to me, “I Am here.”
I nearly crack my head open, jerking back into the rock, the pain waking me to instant reality. In a tiny voice, I choke out, “Hello…Father.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
My heart has stopped beating, I’m gasping for air; I think I’m going to have a heart attack. Then my Father says, “Calm, child. Calm.”
I force myself to slow my breathing, feel my heart slowing down a tiny bit, then spit out foolishly, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” For some reason, I think if I’m going die, I better be ready. And this is the only line that pops into my head. I could swear I hear laughter. Deep, chuckling laughter, like my own biological Father would have sounded. It eases me a bit, pretending the voice is my own Father’s, putting my mind to rest that I may not be dying after all. Hearing what I think is my biological father’s voice actually reassure’s me, even though he passed many years ago, and a part of me knows it’s not him. It doesn’t occur to me that he’s here to usher me on… instead it calms my nerves, perfectly.
My mind starts racing, I’m talking with God, what do I say, what do I want to ask Him? The one question I’ve always wanted to know, I ask, “How did you do all this?” I look at the valley below me, the mountain peaks still covered in snow, the rivers coming together like huge snakes meeting at the bend around a hill.
“I Am.” was all He said. Well, duh, I thought. I heard the laughter again, and smiled, knowing He had read my thoughts.
“Because… we’re idiots. We’re destroying it ALL.”
“I create moment by moment, second by second, eternity by eternity.”
“But why us?”
“Why not? Why the bee’s? Why the cougar? I have a grand imagination, just as you.”
I was getting frustrated. I don’t know what kind of answers I wanted or expected, but these were just not detailed enough. Staring into the bright yellow light for too long, I looked away to blink, the dot blocking my vision. When I looked back the clouds were swirling. The yellow was growing, churning, and getting larger. I looked West into the sun, realizing I needed to head down soon, or I’d be hiking in the dark. But how could I possibly leave as long as God was right here, talking to me like my next door neighbor? I know instantly, He will make sure I get home safely, so I relax a bit again, back against the rock, and think.
I’d been reading this crazy conspiracy story yesterday about what actually happened after 9-11, and the scripture it kept referencing was Isaiah 9:7, so I asked Him, “Lord?”
“Yes, my child.”
“Is it true, what I read in that book yesterday, about the scripture of Isaiah?”
“The word is always true, when I give it.”
“Is the word in the Bible true? All of it?”
“True as they saw fit to write about it.”
“But was it Your Word?”
“It was inspired by My Word.”
“Well, what should we do: should we be Jewish, or Christian, or Catholic or Muslim or…..or what?”
“You should Be Love.”
“Do we have to believe in Jesus, to go to Heaven?” I know these were childish sounding questions, to even me, but I had to get as many questions in as possible, as I didn’t know how long I had to talk to God like this. My mind was racing, chasing every single thought I had ever had about God and Jesus around in circles in my brain. I placed my hand over my heart to calm it, hearing the word “Calm” again, this time inside my head.
“Do you believe in Me?”
“Well, yes, of course.”
“Do you understand what it means to be Holy?”
“Umm, pure, honest, good, loving, kind…” I answered in a half-hearted attempt. Because really, what does Holy mean? In my eyes growing up in a Christian based dousing of beliefs, no one had ever explained to me what Holy really was. The purest of pure … what?
“Holy means I AM. To be I AM you must Be Love. I AM HOLY LOVE.”
“You are pure love? That’s what I AM means? I thought it was ‘the all knowing being’ or something.” I smile along with His laughter again.
“You have more wisdom than you share.” Ouch, I got that. Ok, straighten up, ask proper questions, don’t anger Him whatever you do.
“So many other religions don’t believe in Jesus, are they wrong?” I asked.
“I have sent many Profits, Teachers, even Yeshuah to help you. Even He couldn’t make you see the Light.”
“Have you given up on us?” I started to pray in my head that He wouldn’t say no, then realized I was about to pray to Him, who was right here, and added, “Please don’t give up on us.”
“Oh thank G… God. Thank You.” This is weird. Really tripping me out. I so want to pull out a cigarette, but think I will be struck by lightning if I do, so I wring my hands instead, cross my legs and sit up, preparing myself for what I really want to know.
“May I ask another question?”
“What am I supposed to be doing?”
“You already know, My child.”
“Exactly what your heart is telling you to do.”
“But what it’s telling me to do, is spread your Word, and I’m trying to do that. Don’t you want me to do anything else? Start a church; hold rallies; be a conduit for You to heal people; scream it from the mountain tops, what?”
“I want you to follow your heart, and Be Love.”
“But that’s so easy. I do that all the time.”
I had to stop for a moment, and admit to myself, no, not always. Not even most of the time. But I had been trying. For several years now, I had been trying to find the truth about God and Yeshuah. Both… oh, now I know what I have to ask.
“Are you the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost? All three, yet One?” This answer alone could shock the world, if I were to repeat it. So I waited with out breathing for His answer.
“I AM HOLY! I AM LOVE! Do you understand?”
“Yes, sort of.”
“No matter the name you put to it, the teacher who teaches it, the follower who follows it, or the script you try to write about it, Love is truly all that matters.”
“So don’t waste my time on worshiping Yeshuah, just focus on You?”
“Yeshuah taught you to Love I Am First, did He not?”
“Yes, He did.”
“Is Yeshuah My Son?”
“Yes,” I answered. I truly believed He was. I could answer that honestly, because Yeshuah was the ONLY man in all of human history who had walked the Earth in pure love. Others had tried. Others had said they were, but they weren’t. For some reason, I have no idea what, but in my heart I truly believed this. He was special. Different from profits that have come and gone.
“Is the Holy Spirit my Word?”
“Yes.” I answered, half guessing this time, because I still believed they were three separate things.
“It is My Breath, My child. Yeshuah is My blood. So yes, We are I Am.” He stopped for a moment, and I stood up to draw a bit closer to the edge of the mountain, drawn to the light mesmerizing me, and sat at His feet, or what I thought were His feet.
“Was He the Truth, the Light, the Way?”
“Everything He taught was truth and light. His way is My Way.”
I felt very close to God at this point, sitting there looking up at Him. Or at His clouds, with fire in them. It didn’t matter what He looked like, I knew in my heart with out one single doubt that I was talking to God. So I asked him, like I might my own Father, “Are you disappointed in us?”
At this point I wasn’t sure if He meant He was, or if He was saying again that He was Love. So I said, “Is it near the end?”
“Every second is an ending and a beginning. BE LOVE! HOLD LOVE! BEHOLD, LOVE! Every second of your life. Then your end will not matter or concern you. There is no tomorrow. There is no yesterday. They are only in your imagination. There isn’t even ten minutes from now. There is only NOW. Every second of your life, Behold, Love.”
I paused here to think a minute, because I couldn’t get that nagging book out of my mind, so I asked Him again, “So like in that Isaiah scripture, that matches up so nicely to current events, and the Judgment you brought against them, will that happen here in the US? Have we removed You from our nation? Denied You repeatedly? Are we facing Your Judgment right now, just like they did?”
“You are one second away from all Eternity, every second of the day. Your Judgment will come when you stand before Me.”
“But have we angered You? Have we pushed You away so far, we face Your Judgment now, like in the scripture, ‘You remove the wedge of safety, You let the terrorists in, through the wall.’ Our leaders have stood and quoted that scripture, like morons, NEVER KNOWING the whole story behind it, and how each time they said WE WILL REBUILD they were only defying YOU! Repeatedly copying that scripture to the letter; they replaced the debris with a new cornerstone, the Sycamore/Fig tree was ripped up from the roots, and then they actually planted a Conifer tree in that same spot, just like a cedar, defying You again! Not once knowing they were fulfilling that ancient scripture. I just can’t believe we’re safe from Your Judgment after they vowed repeatedly to defy YOU, knowing our leaving You is our real problem, and so we did what just they did. Rebuilt higher walls, keep doing the evil shit we’re doing, and blaming it on terrorism.”
“I Am. If there is but one of you left, after the chaos you have wrought that Loves, My Mercy will cover you.”
“So individually, if we don’t believe as some do in the US, in greed, and hate, and murder, we’ll be fine.”
“If you Love, in ALL that you do, you will become love. As you become love, you become Holy. As you become Holy, you become I Am.”
“What if we don’t?”
“When you stand before Me, you will have all eternity to think about it.”
I laughed at that, and heard Him chuckle again. God had a sense of humor. He was not only pure love, but He laughed. That alone made me feel so safe and secure. Why, I don’t really know, except that I had an odd sense of humor myself, so maybe I was just relating to it. Or God actually was like my Father. So caring, so forgiving, so very loving.
I AM His child. I may be half way through my human life, but in His eyes, just like my biological Father’s, I will always be His child.
“Thank you SO much God, for all that You do for me … daily, minute by minute, I can’t even begin to thank You enough.”
“I know. I Am. Now go write a new script about Love. Be love. And know I will always Love you!”
“Yes, Father. Will You give me the Words?”
“I always do.”
I laughed again, tears eking out the corners of my eyes. I felt so good inside, I wanted to stay for ever just chatting with God, but He said, “You must go, or I will have to carry you… again.”
I laughed again, just couldn’t quit grinning up at God, just sat there basking in this wonderful overflowing Love for a minute or two. Finally I signed and asked, “You’ve been carrying me for years, and years. I hope You have one of those back braces, or something?”
“I’ve held worlds in My Hands; you, My child, are like a butterfly’s kiss. A precious butterfly I cherish.”
I stood up brushing off my pants, and smiled hugely up at the clouds, and said as I slowly backed away, just like I always do to my own sons as they head out the door, “Love you SO much.”
God answered, “Love you more.”
~~~~Scripture referenced is Isaiah 9:7 to 9:11 Quoted from Qumran Isaiah Scroll:
(7) The Lord sent a word upon Jacob and it fell in Israel. (8) And the people know, all of them, Ephraim and the inhabitants of Samaria in the pride and largeness of heart saying: (9) The bricks are fallen but with hewn stones we will build. The fig trees are cut down but we will change them to cedars. (10) And YHVH will set on high the enemies of Rezin against him and his foes. He will gather together (11) Syrians from the east and the Philistines behind and they shall eat up Israel with open mouth. For all this His anger is not recalled but His hand is still outstretched.
Many of us are into a religion, rather than a relationship with God. But Yeshuah, Jesus Christ, did not teach religion. Nothing He taught changed His disciples from being Jewish. They all continued to celebrate Pentecost and to pray at Jewish Temples long after Yeshuah’s death. Paul attended synagogue and kept the laws throughout his life, and the apostles convened a council in Jerusalem. Yeshuah WAS the Lion of the tribe of Judah. He WAS the root of David.
Why do people choose to forget Jesus, Yeshuah, was a Jew? Or worse, to mock them, insisting God has forgotten them, or forsaken them?
Yeshuah was raised Jewish, taught His Father’s laws, and most importantly…
He WAS the Lamb slaughtered, for us all.
EVEN in the book of Revelation… when John weeps because no one is worthy to open the scroll, the elder speaks and says “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed.”
When God spoke to Abraham, he said, “I will establish my covenant as an EVERLASTING covenant between me and you and your descendants after you.”
Do you really think God goes back on HIS WORD? Do you really think that because a few Rabbi’s made the wrong choice, one they were supposed to make, that God would condemn Israel? NO! He said to Abraham, “…I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse, and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.”
We, the Gentiles were meant to be grafted into Israel. PLEASE don’t let any church, any religion, blind you from the WORD spoken from Jesus’ own mouth.
You can not believe only HALF of what He said, and ignore the rest. I am NOT saying you need to become Jewish, for God Loves Gentiles too, what I am saying is that the Jewish were to be a light for us, to lead us to Israel. If you truly believe that Jesus was the Lion who shed his blood as the Lamb to save us and give us a chance at an eternity with God, you must believe ALL that He said.
He said He would return, when the fullness of the Gentiles shines on Israel. Yeshuah did NOT mean fullness as in numbers, he meant “complete”. He meant, when we, the gentiles, were completely brought into the fold of Israel.
It ISN’T the other way around, we are not to bring the Jewish people out of Israel, we are to JOIN the Jewish people in Israel…becoming Israel… and when this is done, Yeshuah, our Christ Jesus, will come again.
He meant: the full representation of every tribe, language, people and nation ordained by God to be saved in His Final Plan of Salvation.
In Psalms it says, “The Law of the Lord is Perfect.” And Jesus, Yeshuah said, “This is my command…that you love one another.”
It is so simple, and yet we seem to have missed it. Even if the Jews do not believe that Yeshauh was their own Messiah… it does not matter one bit. Because through Jesus Christ, Yeshuah, Son of God, we are all given a chance at Salvation! He did not come to replace the laws of God; He came to enhance them and let us know, we are all under Grace.
Therefore, my final words to you all today, is something that God said long ago that I will (badly) paraphrase, ‘When you pray today, ask God to forgive the sins of your fathers also. You may not be able to repent for your ancestors and all they did, but you can pray for them to be forgiven, so that you and your family will not continue to be cursed from this day forward.”
Have a lovely Blessed day my friends! And hope to see you all someday soon in ISRAEL!!!
🙂 Love, Deb
sand twinkled in the moonlight
oh but it was a silent night
you could almost hear the world sigh
as peace descended from on high
the animals paused all together
birds sat quietly in a flock of feather
ancient men softly repeating hosanna
as angels sang a glorious Hallelujah
and right before that very moment
in an instant of pure unsurpassed love
a tiny baby was being born
the Blessed seed from God above
not a cloud appeared in the deep blue
only awe and anticipation grew
as a bright star above pulsed rapidly
its pure white light shining intrepidly
as the wind ceased to gust and gale
a full moon rose in an aura of pale
for nothing on Earth had ever come close
to the Glory and Will of a Heavenly Host
and at that extraordinary moment
in an instant of unparalleled Deity
a tiny baby named Yeshuah was born
the most Blessed Gift from God Almighty
Happy Birthday Yeshuah
Merry Christmas to all!
awe, tis the eve before the Lord’s birth
none could fathom its unequaled worth
a little Mamma would hold her babe tight
the others looking up at the bright light
soon snuggling up to her breast he took
his eyes opening with that very first look
the breath that began a life long event
a veil pulled aside and later to be rent
but for now the greatest joy rose from above
as God Blessed Us All with HIS AMAZING LOVE
Of kings and queens
None stand brighter
Than a lamb of pure blinding white
His only royalty
A shepherds hook
And a star shining brilliantly bright
His blood wasn’t blue
He didn’t wear velvet
And His crown was made of thorns
He remained meek
Never tarnished His Glory
Only the love of His Father adorns
His eyes were clear
His Word held dear
His truth and His love unequaled
His kindness unrivaled
His fairness a blessing
His life and death repeatedly retold
He didn’t judge others
He didn’t fight back
And He never rested on a pile of gold
He said “Follow Me”
And “Peace to All”
His arms always ready to hold
Every single year
This one amazing birth above all others
Because He still lives
This Prince of Peace
Not once failing to love his brothers
He Rose above evil
Then and even now
And He’s promised to return one day
His name is Yeshuah
And He Is and Was
The Truth, The Light and The Way
I just love this young mans voice! Happy Birthday Jesus… early! 🙂
I wonder what birds did for you Lord,
to get the wings to fly,
did they spread love daily,
or sing Your praises on high?
Did they help to build homes
for the homeless with whatever,
wood and string they could find
caring, leaving no one behind, never.
Did they pollinate every single flower
to fill our world with fragrance and color
sprinkling grace and glory over every inch
earnestly nesting peace into one another?
I dream of someday soaring to You,
earning my wings as birds have done,
spreading seeds to feed the world,
spreading love just like Your Son.
You flew to me out over the sea
Rising with a storming gale
Spreading out Your ancient arms
I saw You through the veil
Glorious Your light was blinding
Yet as I took Your hand
I settled on a floating cloud
And there You made me stand
Holding each and every breath
As fear rose from deep inside
My heart stopping all at once
Looking down at the crashing tide
You said softly “Just trust Me”
As I looked into Your loving eyes
I knew my heart was about to burst
As we soared beyond the skies
Flyin’ like a bird in a breeze
Or hopeless and on my knee’s
He’s there, He shines so bright
Darkness runs from His light
Sailin’ across deep blue seas
Or problems comin’ in threes
He’s here, He shines so bright
Darkness screams in flight
He loves me deeper than the sea
He loves you just as deeply
I sing His name today and tomorrow
I sing in praise no matter the sorrow
Soarin’ on His wings of Grace
Or hiding the shame on my face
He’s there, He shines so bright
Darkness flees in fright
Racing across warm dunes of gold
Or crawling through freezing cold
He’s here, He shines so bright
Darkness hides from His sight
He loves me deeper than the sea
He loves you just as deeply
I sing His name today and tomorrow
I sing in praise no matter the sorrow
He fought the darkness and overcame
He wore the scars of all our shame
He willed us to follow His light
He’s here, see how He still shines bright
He loves me deeper than the sea
He loves you just as deeply
I sing His name today and tomorrow
I sing in praise no matter the sorrow
So for those of you who know me, and follow my blog, actually reading what I write about, I’ve been questioning something for some time now.
I’ve been questioning whether or not we are to pray TO Jesus, and I’ve been asking God to show me, or tell me the answer. I had a fear inside that we are NOT to put Jesus, Yeshuah, HIGHER than God in that respect. So for some time now, I’ve been seeking answers.
Well, the other night, I think I was given the answer. It did not come in the form of a deep voice speaking to me. Instead, it came to me in a nightmare, one that scared the snot out of me… but it showed me CLEARLY that even if we shouldn’t pray to Jesus INSTEAD OF GOD THE FATHER, there IS POWER IN HIS NAME! Great power, and that the use of his name JESUS, instead of Yeshuah, is OK. Both of these thoughts have worried me, that our corruption over the generations and language change of Yeshuah to Jesus, has always struck me as total DISRESPECT, but even that seemed to be cleared up for me when I woke from this nightmare. As some of you may know, I’ve struggled for years with violent pain and sad filled nightmares. MOST of which eventually come true… so with that in mind…
Here is what happened. It is the TRUTH, for I NEVER lie when it comes to God and Jesus, YHVY and Yeshuah…so just know this is exactly what happened….
I was being tortured by demons. Full out tortured, to the point of what my mind knew was pure evil rape. I was being held above my bed, floating somehow, and stretched out spread eagle… while they tortured me. But in my mind, I INSTANTLY knew that if I banished these demons in JESUS NAME, they would be gone. SO I opened my mouth, to scream, but it was like the demons were stretching my mouth and blocking me from articulating the words. It took me several tries to formulate the words but I eventually managed to scream…”BE GONE…IN JESUS NAME I DEMAND YOU BE GONE…IN JESUS NAME I BANISH YOU!”
And BAMM… I woke up and was lying peacefully in my bed. I lay there wide awake for half an hour or so…just contemplating what had happened, and it made me realize just HOW POWERFUL JESUS’ NAME really is. And it made me realize that the use of the name Jesus, rather than Yeshuah, is just fine.
There is POWER in His Name alone, let alone realizing HE IS GOD’S OWN SON! He must have been given GREAT POWER if HE truly can banish evil demons. You may think to yourself, that oh, Debi, it was just a nightmare…but I kid you not, these were demons. And since I’ve been writing this blog, I’ve been told by several people to be careful, because evil will be looking for me, and when ever any one gets closer to God, evil tries even harder to destroy us. I believe it’s true, that the more I write on this blog about God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit, with 800 people following me, a lot of which do NOT believe as I do, I truly believe evil is looking to destroy me. I’m reaching too many people for it not to have noticed me! I think I may be drawing them, and believe me, I will turn CLOSER AND CLOSER TO GOD because of it!!! THEY WILL NOT SWAY ME! or scare me! FOR GOD SO LOVES ME!!!! THIS I KNOW!
SO…keep that in mind folks, when you are struggling with anything hard, or wondering why evil has come into your life…keep JESUS in mind. He is the SON of the MORNING, and believe me, by morning I was NEVER HAPPIER to have HIM on my side. He is also the KING of the ANGELS, so pray to HIM whenever you need angels to watch over you, or someone else.
I have a dear friend who has told me repeatedly when I feel pain physically, or am ill…to simply say “BY JESUS’ STRIPES I AM HEALED!” And THIS thought alone was what reminded me during my nightmare that JESUS SAVES!! IT is not just a cute colloquium or silly phrase…HE SAVES!!! HE TRULY DOES!!!
THANK YOU JESUS!!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU JESUS!!! YOU THE MAN! 🙂
To suffer for the Lord
turn loose the things
that evil shall hold
undo the heavy burdens
and break the yoke
of wickedness inside.
Strength flows into will
the heart will sing
cleansing the mind
as the world spins
in silence and calm
peace can no longer hide.
its a nag at the back of the brain
almost an itch pushing you
to the edge
an idea turning over
a leaf in a flittie wind
if he said it, himself
can you ignore it
while it drives you slowly
ever so slowly mad
circling around in a pit
of ocean raging beneath
a hurricane of incessant thought
that idea that never stops
at the strangest moments
as a slightly off stranger
catches your eye
makes you smile
at a sweet memory
then wham, there it is
or that flash of light that
tints the sky a shade
you’ve never quite seen
in a sunset, it’s there
throwing a dirty sock
into the washer
and then you start to think
good god how did that ick
get there, but it pops in again
he said it himself
and you scream inside
as you hear it
a thousand thousand times
stop thinking about it
the screaming reverberating
off the walls of your brain
shaking your skull until its loose
the matter sloshing around
then wham, there it is
Love thy Lord God
with all you heart and soul
which leaves nothing for him
for to love with ALL
you must love with ALL…
thy Lord God
I wrote this poem today, to use in my second book,
Long Before Time; the Moses Beings.
Every four lines in a stanza are inserted at the beginning of each chapter. Yes, I know it is very long, the longest poem I have ever written, as each stanza is a short “poetic representation” of the chapter it heads. It is more like a short story, but there are 29 chapters in the book. lol
Enjoy, and I will applaud you if you make it to the end without falling asleep!! 🙂
Embroiled in a desert
yet frozen in time
life sparked in a fire anew
amidst a pulverized grime.
A journey began in darkness
creeping below a cool moon
searching for a hazy hope
waning in the afternoon.
An indigo hint of life
sprinkled like spring flowers
barren of song or soaring
emptiness fell in showers.
Danger near at every bend
yet faith endured echoing
a promise from beyond
nigh a spirit of knowing.
In sickness and in health
‘til death do they part
striving to survive
unrivaled love fills the heart.
endured for too long
shifting into joy
erupting into song.
Praying for comfort
kneeling on a mountain temple
abruptly desolate and alone
accepting far from simple.
Reaching a river’s edge
a black swirling menace
fighting back the tears
only calm on the surface.
an inconceivable cost
wandering and lost.
Still life finds a way
while painful to the weak
crafting laughter gently
for the humble and the meek.
The birth of all things new
from trees to life in the sea
outshines deaths’ stroke
as a bird soars free.
Winging its way to the ocean
heading into twilight
the day escapes in a flutter
a journey fashioned in flight.
The crushing of the waves
a thundering travesty
a pretense of floating beauty
brilliant as an eagle’s majesty.
Just as the mountains range down
reaching for its pebbles fallen
the sea grips life in a tide
rolling engorged and swollen.
Like bricks pounding
or a seashell of pearl
the ocean rages inward
in a deadly savage swirl.
Like the madness in a horse
eating until it’s bursting
a briny sadness fills the soul
and sorrow leaves it thirsting.
Similar to a wandering spirit
days turn into weeks of pain
the folly of a vagrant life
becomes a brackish rain.
Yet even Dahlia’s suddenly close
before a miserable storm
sealing up a meager home
their dwelling safe and warm.
Despite the unusualness
of the moon controlling the tides
announcing a novel presence
an owl rarely hides.
Survival means its hunting
nightly hour by hour
watching life above a darkened trail
eyes wide open and dour.
Prepared for the unexpected
option for an offered meal
like a bear or any other predator
an owl swoops in with zeal.
Known for their protectiveness
guarding against danger in the night
this spirit beneath the pale moon
only rests in bright sunlight.
Truly as the twinkle of stars light
an ancient well-worn path
this bird of prey knows not
to incur an eagle’s wrath.
As he soars above all
a surveying menace in his domain
spiraling down to his mate
safely nested his children remain.
Thus he journeys far and wide
he will die to shield and defend
his offspring from any calamity
with almighty talons to rend.
For she has birthed
the greatest glory to God
majestic and grand
for all to applaud.
Then he will teach them
every skill he’s ever known
how to reach the almighty heavens
just as he was shown.
For nothing is greater upon this Earth
than reaching Almighty God above
rising above the windswept skies
and receiving His Almighty Love.
Psalm 10:11 and 12 from Hebrew text
11 Mercy and truth are met together;
righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
12 Truth springeth out of the earth;
and righteousness hath looked down from heaven.
for God so loved the world
His amazing love unfurled
as He gave His only begotten Son
to a world He had already begun
that whosoever believeth in Him
no matter your faith or goyim
shall not perish
for He will always cherish
and show us the way
up that glorious stairway
to teach us the truth
from a beginning like Ruth
and have everlasting life
never ending without strife
there is no greater Father than above
He is the meaning of True Love
Happy Father’s Day
to step out onto those crashing waves
with no fear at all
sinking below a dark raging sea
struggling for a breath
or will I rise above it all
tiptoe across those waves
soaring like I have before
after rushing off the cliffs
feeling the breeze in my hair
hearing the song of the wind
looking down at the tiny
unimportant things below
where fear is left behind
along with my heartbeat
and I see the mountain peaks
their glaciers creeping along
where no human has ever stood
or touched in our lifetime
and I think, yes, I can do this
just one step at a time
but only with God’s help
only if I trust Him completely
as a wave crashes over the bow
I wonder, do I
do I really trust Him completely
as I take that first step…