My heart squirms and shivers at the thought of choosing either,
Do I pursue the one or the two, I cannot choose neither.
My God, comfort this soul that knows Your comfort's safety.
Fill my spirit, mend my body, that my walk might be saintly.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
A taste of mi cuaderno
Lines across my hands,dry from writing so long,
Parched and cracking steadily as I'm just now ready to pen this song.
Prayers flew to heaven for the will to sing along,
So from His joy I've drawn
the strength to carry on,
Knowing that it was His love and mercy that told me I belong.
Years move on,
and I'm still seeking the glimpse beyond,
Calling to the Only One worthy to be called upon.
More than just a pawn,
A joint heir held strong,
by the graceful love, of, my Elder Brother's bond
Parched and cracking steadily as I'm just now ready to pen this song.
Prayers flew to heaven for the will to sing along,
So from His joy I've drawn
the strength to carry on,
Knowing that it was His love and mercy that told me I belong.
Years move on,
and I'm still seeking the glimpse beyond,
Calling to the Only One worthy to be called upon.
More than just a pawn,
A joint heir held strong,
by the graceful love, of, my Elder Brother's bond
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
There are two types of hearts:
1)Grateful
2)Ungrateful
The second complains about the world and "all of its problems," whereas the first rejoices in God's handiwork. Who are we to complain about "the unfortunate circumstances in which we find ourselves?" Are we to suggest that life is all "fortune" and that God is not directing our paths?
Why do we complain about ourselves so often? If Jesus is our Lord, why are we so unlike Him? Although Jesus made it clear that only a few would find the road that leads to life, he also made clear that one filled with His Spirit (The Spirit of Jesus Christ) would be able to walk according to the walk He has walked before us.
Brothers and Sisters, let's forsake this life of complaining...of victimizing ourselves. Do we not realize that this is a display of unbelief in Jesus? This is a demonstration of lacking faith. Sure, rationalize what I say away with "we're encouraged to mourn in the Bible." First, be careful to follow the Bible only when you feel adept to twist it to fit your selfishness. Second, for what are we encouraged to mourn? Is the "woe is me" exclamation a skill unto which Jesus called us to master?
Friends, I don't write this to argue or to frustrate your faith. I do it so that we might fully rely on God in trust and with solid faith. For trusting God is the root of gratitude. When we realize that God is on the throne, and is bringing all about according to His plan (which is good for those who love Him), then we can rejoice in Him in regard to everything. We can live in lack and in fullness, for we can do all things through Christ Who strengthens us. We can rejoice in great exploits of God's power through miracles, most notably the salvation of many by repentance unto faith and the purification of the Church, and at the same time rejoice in the suffering which the Body must endure (the murder of His saints, the rejection of the Gospel, the wickedness in the world which contends with the Spirit of Jesus in us). You might think that's crazy. Sure, we can mourn these things, but nothing can steal the peace and joy we have in Christ Who found us. Remember, when Jesus said, "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted" he was talking to a group of Jews (not Christians). That in no way diminishes Jesus' words, but it does call us to submit such a statement to the Spirit of joy and gladness Who lives in us. The life of Jesus. Please be in prayer for us, family, that we might rejoice in the goodness of the Lord as we ought. He deserves our praise. Does your continual frustration with the life you live honor the Lord, exclaiming to Him, "you have done this wrong," and "my life should be otherwise." The heart fully submitted to the Lordship of Jesus prays as God wills, for his will abides in Christ. Thus he doesn't pray "if it be your will." He prays God's will.
May our dedication to our Awesome God be undivided. May we burn with passion and zeal for the reputation of the Lord, our God, Who brought us up out of the pit into the inheritance of the Son, which is the Father, our Father now by the Spirit of adoption, of Sonship, of Jesus.
O Father we desire to be the worshipers you seek, who worship you as Father (because your are by the Spirit of Your Son Who makes us your children also) in Spirit, and in Truth (Jesus Christ, the Truth of God's supreme Majesty and Love in Mercy and Justice.
1)Grateful
2)Ungrateful
The second complains about the world and "all of its problems," whereas the first rejoices in God's handiwork. Who are we to complain about "the unfortunate circumstances in which we find ourselves?" Are we to suggest that life is all "fortune" and that God is not directing our paths?
Why do we complain about ourselves so often? If Jesus is our Lord, why are we so unlike Him? Although Jesus made it clear that only a few would find the road that leads to life, he also made clear that one filled with His Spirit (The Spirit of Jesus Christ) would be able to walk according to the walk He has walked before us.
Brothers and Sisters, let's forsake this life of complaining...of victimizing ourselves. Do we not realize that this is a display of unbelief in Jesus? This is a demonstration of lacking faith. Sure, rationalize what I say away with "we're encouraged to mourn in the Bible." First, be careful to follow the Bible only when you feel adept to twist it to fit your selfishness. Second, for what are we encouraged to mourn? Is the "woe is me" exclamation a skill unto which Jesus called us to master?
Friends, I don't write this to argue or to frustrate your faith. I do it so that we might fully rely on God in trust and with solid faith. For trusting God is the root of gratitude. When we realize that God is on the throne, and is bringing all about according to His plan (which is good for those who love Him), then we can rejoice in Him in regard to everything. We can live in lack and in fullness, for we can do all things through Christ Who strengthens us. We can rejoice in great exploits of God's power through miracles, most notably the salvation of many by repentance unto faith and the purification of the Church, and at the same time rejoice in the suffering which the Body must endure (the murder of His saints, the rejection of the Gospel, the wickedness in the world which contends with the Spirit of Jesus in us). You might think that's crazy. Sure, we can mourn these things, but nothing can steal the peace and joy we have in Christ Who found us. Remember, when Jesus said, "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted" he was talking to a group of Jews (not Christians). That in no way diminishes Jesus' words, but it does call us to submit such a statement to the Spirit of joy and gladness Who lives in us. The life of Jesus. Please be in prayer for us, family, that we might rejoice in the goodness of the Lord as we ought. He deserves our praise. Does your continual frustration with the life you live honor the Lord, exclaiming to Him, "you have done this wrong," and "my life should be otherwise." The heart fully submitted to the Lordship of Jesus prays as God wills, for his will abides in Christ. Thus he doesn't pray "if it be your will." He prays God's will.
May our dedication to our Awesome God be undivided. May we burn with passion and zeal for the reputation of the Lord, our God, Who brought us up out of the pit into the inheritance of the Son, which is the Father, our Father now by the Spirit of adoption, of Sonship, of Jesus.
O Father we desire to be the worshipers you seek, who worship you as Father (because your are by the Spirit of Your Son Who makes us your children also) in Spirit, and in Truth (Jesus Christ, the Truth of God's supreme Majesty and Love in Mercy and Justice.
Bubble Bubble, Gurgle...
Soon the spring swirls and winds.
It overflows the earthen vessel,
Spilling out into a new path.
With new speed, instinctual direction,
It's moving with power.
The waters surge, the rushing water's urge
To break past all boundaries...
Freedom found in the everlasting life,
Life everlasting, not a spring of passing,
Not a lucky hole where the water's still cold
But a living water, fresh and clean,
The water that is birthed from God's own dream
Made real in His power,
The Spirit of Jesus Christ,
Which brings Spring's blossom even to dead flowers.
more to come?
Soon the spring swirls and winds.
It overflows the earthen vessel,
Spilling out into a new path.
With new speed, instinctual direction,
It's moving with power.
The waters surge, the rushing water's urge
To break past all boundaries...
Freedom found in the everlasting life,
Life everlasting, not a spring of passing,
Not a lucky hole where the water's still cold
But a living water, fresh and clean,
The water that is birthed from God's own dream
Made real in His power,
The Spirit of Jesus Christ,
Which brings Spring's blossom even to dead flowers.
more to come?
Monday, January 19, 2009
somber methods
Limping forward, sword in shredded scabbard, dragging
Across the bloody, muddy ground, pulling me down,
Confusion mixed with sorrow bruises my soul,
I look across the blank stares of brothers I once knew,
Who gave themselves to what I too was scared to do,
Scarred underneath this exterior plate of courage,
Fear among little boys who realize the craze of what they're doing,
I don't want to die!
I don't want to fight!
Please no, don't make me swing this death sentence so much.
Why, why! I never wanted to take another brother's life...
But made was my decision before I walked on the field,
Unprepared though I was, I had to kill or be killed.
Give him an AK, let him know it's okay,
That to kill one of these traitors is not just okay,
It's right beyond, it's good to do,
Raising the bar of his faith to a new view,
Changing black and white so the spectrum fits the new hue,
Boys with bomber jackets, following orders to please evil men...
Confused world that is seeking life,
Looking for it's answers in the perceived enemy's death,
Raping the world of all its innocence, soon none to be left.
Books to disappear, that will increase control,
Decrease dissension among those who are intent to know.
Truth cannot be restrained, freedom must reign,
Death will only fuel the passion to return to Eden again.
Across the bloody, muddy ground, pulling me down,
Confusion mixed with sorrow bruises my soul,
I look across the blank stares of brothers I once knew,
Who gave themselves to what I too was scared to do,
Scarred underneath this exterior plate of courage,
Fear among little boys who realize the craze of what they're doing,
I don't want to die!
I don't want to fight!
Please no, don't make me swing this death sentence so much.
Why, why! I never wanted to take another brother's life...
But made was my decision before I walked on the field,
Unprepared though I was, I had to kill or be killed.
Give him an AK, let him know it's okay,
That to kill one of these traitors is not just okay,
It's right beyond, it's good to do,
Raising the bar of his faith to a new view,
Changing black and white so the spectrum fits the new hue,
Boys with bomber jackets, following orders to please evil men...
Confused world that is seeking life,
Looking for it's answers in the perceived enemy's death,
Raping the world of all its innocence, soon none to be left.
Books to disappear, that will increase control,
Decrease dissension among those who are intent to know.
Truth cannot be restrained, freedom must reign,
Death will only fuel the passion to return to Eden again.
"Who would, after seeking the King's palace, be content to stand in the door, when he is invited in to dwell in the King's presence and share with Him in all the glory of His royal life? Oh, let us enter in and abide and enjoy to the full all the rich supply His wondrous love has prepared for us!"
Andrew Murray - Abide in Christ
Andrew Murray - Abide in Christ
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