point of view

Listen to Me, you stubborn-hearted I will carry you. Be still and hear, you rebellious I love you. Though you stumble in the dark lugging your idols around Though you close your eyes and put your fingers in your ears when I am speaking to you Though you hide your pet addictions under the bed and protect your favorite sins like a toddler with candy listen to Me I still love you. I will carry you. I will never leave you or forsake you. I will bring you Home I will pursue you, hedge you in, and guide you always. And I will capture your heart. Who is safe from the power of the Love of a holy God?

the harvest-remains are tilled under and I find myself wondering, when did the summer night-noises hush their conversation? The soil feels barren in my fingers the warmth of life isn't there anymore and the chill in my lungs rests there in my palm, too yet the moonlit furrows stretch far beyond my view and I know this time of waiting dying clearing is beautiful too. The stars above, masked by transparent cloud they are the same and so is the Sower, the Potter. There is weeping in my heart when the Master plows deep when He clears the fields but as I sit here, hands and knees feel the earth and I know springtime, harvest and daylight will come in His good time. Sow for yourselves righteousness; Reap in mercy; Break up your fallow ground, for it is time to seek the LORD, till He comes and rains righteousness on you. -Hosea 10:12 He who continually goes forth weeping , bearing seed for sow ing, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him. -Psa...

"I was a slave to self", he said "to my body my twisted mind my rotting soul chains of deceit snaked in and out of my every moment I wanted women, drugs, booze to bow and serve me and I was so lonely. I didn't see, didn't know, I was a slave to death and sin hell and Lucifer. And so empty. Then the Word reached in Truth pierced through the chains Blood rained from the clouds and washed my sins away til I stopped kicking and screaming I was blind, but He touched my eyes and now I see No longer a slave," - And his dark eyes glowed with joy - "A prisoner of hope you see." I suppose I am putting words into Lecrae's mouth by writing this as coming from him, but when I wrote it I was thinking about the transformation of the gospel from the lowest of places to righteousness and growth and Lecrae has been a huge mentor for me. I have definitely seen these things in his life so I don't think this is too much of a stretch =)

If a plant is destroyed but the roots remain there is yet hope of life hope of renewal long is our winter 'i alone am left and they seek my life it is over' "I have preserved the Root and 7,000 unbowed faithfully looking" Israel is dry ground troubled at the prophecies who has believed our report? a Root out of dry ground God is faithful He is the source all along "What do you think about the Christ?" No answer. God and man 100% plus 100% equals incarnation born to die. Stumbling block fulfillment purpose and glory culmination the Consolation of Israel. This is your Savior!! The Bright and Morning Star. Look, you watchmen! It is still dark sing on all the same you see the promise day shines in your heart sure hope, unshakable trust The Morning Star has come day is coming. it is coming!

Some say love is butterflies. Love is sparks. Love is falling, falling off a cliff into oceans of happiness or meaning or something indescribable. Love is finding the one you can't live without. But I saw Love, and it's a lot bigger than that. Love is giving up. Love is letting go. Sometimes love is allowing someone to let you go. Love is time. Sometimes love is money. Love is almost always inconvenient. Love can be letting someone in when you don't want to. Love can be persistently knocking when they won't let you in. Love is space what you don't want it and no space when you do want it. Love is almost always hard. Love hurts. Love sacrifices. Love does things it despises while knowing that, probably, no one will ever know you did it (or hated doing it) except God. Love bears burdens. Love weeps with those who weep and rejoices with those who rejoice. Love is 1 Corinthians 13. Love hung from a tree by nails through His palms and suffocated through multiple eter...

Child with the downcast eyes what's all this sighing for? Don't get so caught up in the battle that you forget we've won the war! You know these are principalities the powers of darkness and sin They're huge and they're scary but don't you forget who's the King! What silly little children who stand shaking their heads at the mountain they won't touch the shovel just sigh and shrug "that's that, then" Do you know that's the sun that you're holding, there in the palm of your hand? Why you haven't melted away long ago that's what I don't understand.

We are a broken people. But we do everything in our power to forget it. We are dead men walking. So we redefine life. We are drowning in pain. We pretend there's no such thing. We are hollow empty shells. We paste yellow smileys over our soul-screams and tell each other we're loving it. The soft, piercing notes of hope break into the clouds of death We put our fingers into our ears and sing loud "la-la-la"s to block it out. We are an incredibly stupid bunch. Thank God, There is a Redeemer! He pursues He hunts us down He shatters the bars of death He wakes us and breathes sunshine into our rotted lungs We are alive for the first time Captured and rebirthed by Healing We open our blind eyes We live, and our heart begins to beat out the song it was created to sing.

Well that was the occasion at least, it applies to all of us probably. Not the greatest but I wanted to post something anyway =) Father, Free us from the dungeon of thinking we know it all our proud swelled heads are top heavy so we fall Please stop us from finding false strength deep inside May Your wings over us be the strength that we find Please let us see the emptiness that's in us Show us our blindness Lord we are only dust Show us our need make us soft, make us seek Our appetite for You is abominably weak Teach us to listen open our blind eyes Make us parched with the thirst that is fully satisfied. Amen.

I'm going to post a link to this too, it's on facebook but I want to archive it with my other writing. It's also something I like to be reminded of. Facebook Note - Inspired by the line "run over by God" - an allegory of sorts