Please tell me about creation.
How'd you manifest contemplation?
What's the essence of elation?
How'd you texturize sensation?
How'd you choose on copulation?
Why'd you allow in frustration?
All from one source, with zero distillation.

Please tell me about Yourself so that I can know me too,
If I'm just the image, then an imagined sense won't do.
I need the facts ineffable, I need the tried and true,
I need to feed this hunger for reality, that's You.

You speak me into existence and sustain me by Your Word,
If ever Your name doesn't leave my lips, that's my last breath you heard.



Glory is substance, that residue of God,
He leaves when we're following, to know where He has trod.

D-Troit

I went on a short outreach "missions-trip" to East Detroit this past Friday and Saturday. We held an over-nighter at Charity Lutheran Church for some local youth. We played games, ate lots of food, had a time of worship, shared the Gospel through a bit of my testimony, watched movies, and took time just to talk. It was awesome. In the process my good friend's car was stolen out of the church's parking lot. If you would pray for him, that would be awesome. He's had the most incredibly edifying attitude through the whole ordeal. He doesn't even let the incident phase him. He told me, "it's just a thing." May God abundantly bless his spirit.

In the midst of this cloud surrounding,
There's so much of God's love around me.
His people are like love bombs exploding, Loudly

mmm hmmm

Sucked into complacency,
My latency isn't what it used to be,
I'm not used to living truths so abandonedly,
God's the content of the song, and the band I be,
It's not randomly reprimanding me,
I asked that a half-hearted spirit would abandon me,
I wanted the Spirit to have command of me,
Vicious conviction to lay waste so He would have His brand on me,
Just a single sheep in the flock of Thee,
May we all conform to the likeness of the Shepherd we see.

late musings

Sick of this nonsense, heaven's enemy's offense,

When the Wind blows
Hell freezes,
When God shows,
He does what he pleases,
He sees us In Jesus,
In us, He sees Jesus,
Sin can't works it's diseases
When the Spirit comes, they must leave us,
Why don't you believe us?
Are you deaf and mute to our thesis?
Don't reject, but receive us.

Looking in the mirror, a poor reflection of who I am,
Just an image of my person, but not even the surface of my jam,

My life's symphony only played for Thee,
May my body reflect that glory, given wholly holy to You

invisible tanks

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/worldnews.html?in_article_id=490669&in_page_id=1811

Sweet!

not wise - 200

Posting right now is probably not the wisest use of my time, but I am compelled. I apologize to no one who believes this is not worthy of post #200. For me, it's been put off for too long. Prepare yourselves.

I give you...post #200



It was written that nothing new is under the sun,
I'm sitting in a prayer meeting just hoping for one,
A new prayer, a new revelation,
Because lifelessness and prayer is an evil association.
I want to feel the life, I want it to the full,
But at the moment my Sword is feeling kind of dull,
I open the pages where the words bounce off my skull,
I don't think they're entering my heart because I feel dry within my soul.
I want the Seeds of life that the birds of the air probably stole.
I want the passing of the night, open up and meditate upon the scroll.
Bandage up the whole, make my past null,
Void all that is useless, wake me from the lull.

Bless my closest companion, Spirit who won't abandon,
Bless those You've given me in flesh, my friends who in quietness
Encourage me in the spirit, speaking Truth so I can hear it,
Bringing it to me because I can't get near it,
The wrath of God, I fear it.
The laugh of God I crave it,
The bath by God I claim it,
In the joy of God I'm strengthened.
In righteousness my days are lengthened.
Praise the Lord our God, Amen.


Bless He Who blessed us first,
Bless He Who took our curse,
Bless He Who drove Death's hearse,
Bless He in Whose blood I've been immersed.

Holy is He, The Righteous God-man.
Amazing beyond all.
Nothing could compare with the Father's plan,
He knew only He could redeem us from the Fall.

One post away

My next post is #200. I'm not sure I have the material ready for such an event. Thus, I'm not sure how long it will take for me to prepare my 200th post...meaning that it might be awhile before I post again. Either that or I'll delete another post instead to keep the count below 200...just kidding. I'll keep posting as often as I'm able.

School is kicking into high gear as the semester is nearing the three-quarters mark. I have 4 papers due, 10 quizzes (rough estimate) and 7 tests before it's all said and done.



light poem

The light's speed is readily achieved,
Enters through the entrance when my heart believes,
Doubt falling away light Autumn's leaves,
Conquering my fears like the Lord's Sword leaving it's sheath.
My lungs heavily heave,
Intake the breath all men breathe,
Cast away the death that the Truth makes leave,
The blind shall see,
All slaves set free,
Who can do such, Who can this be?