Fall Break

More like "gall" break. Hahah, just kidding. I'm on break until Monday. God bless you all, be strong and rejoice in the Lord.

GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!
AMEN!

Eclipsed by the Son's glory, shining all around,
The beach is packed today, the sun's heat is beating down,
The Spirit moves where He pleases, here and there even now,
People moving to and fro, children playing loud,

more to come...

Morning thoughts

Pride, the deadly beast, claws its way to my heart,
Plants its root deep, then shoots the poison dart,
I lay friends and enemies wasted, been this way from the start,
Having others lay down their lives for me, pride's vicious art
I've played my part, I've drunk the wine of wickedness,
Tasted the seeds of this viciousness,
In the beginning it had a sense of deliciousness.

O what leads us astray...

Spitting static like you couldn't understand it,
Stealing so many glances, you'd think I was a bandit,
So hard to label me you'd think that I would brand it,
Unemployed, had an interview, but I just couldn't land it,
Amazed by so much insincerity, I just can't stand it,
Give me a gaze of clarity, then I'll speak more candid


Until then, just give me a pen,
Lay down a beat for my rhyme to abide within,
Because we're not riding with them,
We're going alone,
Alone is the only home that I've ever known,
And rhyme is most the seed that I've ever sown,
The Word is the only soil in which I've ever grown,
Life as it is will soon be gone.

Lately

A lot of crazy things have been going down lately...

Anyway though,

Mind strugglin' to catch the concept,
Still trying to calculate the convex,
Answered incorrectly, didn't supplement with context,
Running on wet tile, incurs broken necks.
Who's next, separate families into sects,
Watch the movie 50 times but never read the text,
Spend it all with credit, accumulate the debt,
Can't pay the companies when they come to collect,

I thought we were elect?
You wouldn't be if rationale were to select,
But seriously

Where's the intelligence and wisdom in our decision-making?

I just want you to feel, that these words that I speak are real,
Maybe I'm not so authentic, but that doesn't negate that my minds in it,
That my rhymes hit it, that the time is getting
To be the end of all times, to be the final bells and chimes,
When all men learn if they have spines,
See if they've committed crimes,
of the heart...

Feelings?

Sometimes, like today, I feel compelled like the attraction between two giant magnets to just sing intense praise to God and worship Him with abandonment. The problem I face, however, is an inability of sorts to exercise this love. I feel like my soul is "stopped-up." It's like the love and joy is kept from flowing. In me this produces almost a complaining Psalmist effect. I can't praise and so I end up questioning or complaining or petitioning (to make it seem better). This could be just an attitude rather than a mode of my heart or a season of my spirit (though it might be that also as I've been having this routinely during the past 4-5 weeks).

I also love to write...as maybe you can tell (or maybe not). I especially enjoy writing songs and poems. While freestyle rap-rhythmic tendencies pervade what I write in regard to style, my spirit's longing is for whatever I write to be: 1) pleasing to the Lord in content and truth of my own attitude toward Him - if positive and 2) beneficial for outside readers growth in the Spirit and Truth...

That's what I want.
That's what I need to work toward...and you know I can't do it alone.

Correction....more of the Word needs to be in me