Best Strongholds Poems
“The Shedding of our Skin”
I am writing about the transition from lost now found,
Darkness to light, one being into another, death to life,
Old skin to new skin.
Its like the rejuvenation of skin
The restoring of flesh over flesh of an open wound
And that does not happen all at once but over a duration of time.
Little by little not specific, but unpredictable start to finish.
My skin was tough, tough as leather
It had to be broken in, sat and stomped on over time
It was miss-used, abused
Unappreciated, contaminated and unpurified with uncleanliness toxic substances, people, places and things.
Miss-guided with ill desires and will
But by grace my transformation had begun
Before it was to late there was a death to life ending activated
In my darkest space, In my mess
The shedding of my skin had begun
There was a shift in my ways my desires my walk and talk
My mind and heart had started to align up with the whispers of Gods divine word.
My old skin of the one-track roads, addictions, attitudes and desires.
I no longer craved or desired
My mouth was filled with affirming empowerment for myself and others.
I was able to articulate the things I felt, thought, wanted, and needed, liked and disliked.
Speaking fluent in the moments with no more hesitation or reluctancy holding my words or fear.
I am shedding my broken past of my childhood strongholds and obstacles.
Letting go of my resentments and anything that has kept me in chains.
I’ve moved from complacency to contentment with a peace and understanding I cant explain.
Compelled to be of service and good works with a drive of passion energy and love.
I AM SHEDDING
No longer stagnant in my engrafted past
Now free and flying through the fog, trauma and strongholds that once hindered me and my growth in so many ways.
Today my mind is renewed with thoughts and visions of life and light.
My new skin enables me to persevere on in faith and hope.
Trusting and dreaming of an abundant life sober and free
To properly handle and face life gratefully
Overcoming any of its obstacles that may come up against me
I am shedding with new profound revelations and abilities
My shedding has provided me with a variety of new talents and gifts.
Something that my old skin would have never allowed....
Continuing to shed “The Shedding of my Skin”
He provides a way out for the broken,
and opens the eyes of hearts unspoken,
and leads us past what our earthly eyes see,
the power of His love that sets us free,
holding us in ways we can't understand,
in knowing not everything is meant for us to comprehend,
only in what he allows us to view,
always through His spirits timing and truth,
characteristics we've asked to understand,
giving us a mirrored reflection of the ones we all have,
issues of the heart we would rather not face,
but sometimes God will allow to come out to restart with grace,
to humble us in ways beyond the world views,
stripping our hearts of strife to turn our eyes back to you,
a muted voice that needed to speak,
the healing begins at the hearts release,
hushed away, the excessive silence,
the covered up perfection of the world that blinds us,
hiding away our voice that God gives our hearts to speak,
breaking chains of bondage...opression's silence decreased,
extrovert and introvert go head to head,
it balances out....the extremes of the strongholds are dead...
Canvas, calm, grinning. . .blank
Had words screamed, scarecrows trapped on the poles of their creators,
Had words formed psalms that barricaded the strongholds of the heart,
Divine despair would desperately take hold again,
Embellishing the muse
To smile, the impassive smile. . .confuse
Enraptured by your tail,
Coiling, boiling in the hot and hungry sun
The eyes, clouded, caught in a moment of inexorable suffering
Death glistening in the confirmation of tears and groans,
Shading the dialogue that never surfaces
Justice in pale focus. . .constant, still held in out-of-the-blue faith
Please,
Do not allow your perspectives to dull
Waiting so long, I deafened the cries
The very cries I so blindly expressed. . .
Words etching existences imagined
I want you to take the hand of uncertainty
For as I have, I forever feel the tremors that have given me shape
Those very hands create what you dream,
And not what you fear
Take that hand,
Squeeze it tightly
I promise you, once you touch. . .I will never let you go
For I love you,
Oh, unexplained hold. . .
Help me escape the newborn deaths of today
Teach me how to step over the carcasses of calamity
Where the innocent die to inspire the remaining
Learn how to lead me into the lights of your eyes
Please,
Give me your beautiful hand,
I will take you to places you will never understand
And it will be okay
Because where I go,
The scarecrows roam with the roaring ravens
Making music with the pulse of their wings
With the sharp click of their beaks
Where I go,
Psalms of serenity's back way make love with impending day,
Spinning despair into the golden hairs of suspended May
Where I go,
innocent flowers freely giggle arrays of life
And his tail whips mightily,
His black velvet purrs arousing breaths of caramel verisimilitude
Where we stay,
In the forever grip of the trust you and I made,
Justice is pure water,
Cool and refreshing. . .ever smiling
Please,
My love, please
Hold onto this world with me
Give me your needs that I need. . .
And I promise perspective will prosper
The canvas, one blank, filled with detailed destiny of Color Surety
October 19th, 2014
Be not afraid if man should curse you to your face
Arm up and set upon you for your faith
You won't be terrified; not even for your life
You know before they hated you they hated Christ
There will be power to face a powerful enemy
God doesn't fear the ones who wish to break your peace
It's in the worst of times grace shows up even more
As unseen angels clash with satan and his horde
If they want you, take heart that your a child of God
Did we not trek through martyr's blood to see the cross?
It won't be wordly arms that win a heavenly war
Hold up the shield of faith; the Spirit is your sword
Our God's been down this path so many times before
Hold fast to Him and see, the battle is the Lord's
KJV John 15:18 "If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you"
2 Corinthians 10:3-5 New King James Version (NKJV)
3 For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. 4 For the weapons of our warfare are not [a]carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, 5 casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ,
KJV Exodus 14:14 "The Lord shall fight for you, and you shall hold your peace."
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to praise the Lord
To proclaim His anointing spirit
And with Him to get on board
Jesus came to preach the Gospel
To spread the holy word of God
To let the people know that
Oppressive behavior comes not from the heart
Today many people of color are suffering
Financially and legally as well
We're the most disadvantaged, the most killed
And the most incarcerated in jail
Our minds have been colonized
Our history diminished to naught
They call us savage and undisciplined
And say we can't be taught
Red lined, stopped & frisked
Under counted in the census of the nation
No federal dollars to our communities
As we're constantly under dissipation
I don't know what you came to do
But like Jesus i came to speak power and truth
For those issues that plagued his time
are now plaguing mine too
As there's nothing new under the sun
But we need to believe
That if we tap into our Holy Ghost power
There's nothing we can't achieve
To be the change in the world that we want to see
We must make it come about
By embracing the resurrection power of Christ
And with true faith to work it out
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to take a stand
For I've been delivered and empowered
By the Sacred Blood of the Son of Man
I don't know what you came to do
But I came to battle and fight
As I'll no longer sit in complacency
But challenge the status quo out right
To put the devil on notice
And give hope to the oppressed
To cause a shift in power
And get our circumstances addressed
I was created to be free
And not a prisoner of any man
For I'm a child of the Heavenly King
And For me He has a plan
As homelessness isn't my destiny
Nor is poverty my goal
And like Jesus I came to change the world
And take from the oppressors control
I don't know what you came to do
But I came spread the Gospel of Christ
To let my enemies know that I will now
Lead an abundant live
Yes the battle may be long and protracted
But I'm in for the long haul
As I don't know what you came to do
But I came to tear down strongholds
Oh Lord please tell me what Isaiah meant
That “the wilderness and the dry land shall be glad;
the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus?”
I look out at the full moon in the morning atop an unfinished Cube Smart
Storage facility, the I-76 highway buzzes in the foreground. The rolling hills of empty tree tops
just barely hiding the myriad of man made shapes beneath
I cant stop looking at the moon, the sunrise at my back out of sight
behind this worthless building
but painting all the clouds around the moon with a gray-pink.
I tear up thinking of a line that I could never quite get to work in a poem
Give back to Caesar this un-beating heart
And unto you oh God my soul depart.
There's something there but its still kind of corny.
Too forced, too rhythmic.
I get a text from my foreman
“Sorry was on the phone coming up now.”
I see you God in the little moments,
But they don't last very long.
“Draw near O nations, to hear
and give attention O peoples!
Let the earth hear, and all that fills it.
For the Lord is enraged against all the nations
And furious against all their host;
He has devoted them to destruction, has given them over to slaughter.
Their slain shall be cast out, and the stench of their corpses shall rise;
The mountains shall flow with their blood.”
A truck passes by using its engine brakes BRAP BRAP BRAP BRAP
“Thorns shall grow over its strongholds, nettles and thistles in its fortresses
It shall be the haunt of jackals an abode for ostriches.”
Ostriches on the highway, I’m into it. I don't really get off on the stench of corpses like Isaiah though.
Why the love of vengeance Lord?
I’d like to think Isaiah an imperfect messenger. But I get the anger over the destruction of nature
Tell me Lord if this world will be destroyed? Will you let our selfishness destroy everything?
It seems like its getting pretty close.
Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done.
Please Lord protect the Earth and let me be an instrument for You, Eternal Love;
And to help usher in The Kingdom
Amen.
On the heels of autumn’s flight
Nature draped in winter’s white
The dreariness of brown and grey
Belie the colors found in May
Frosty winds howl through the trees
Made barren by December’s freeze
Though January’s colder still
And February spreads the chill
All life, it seems, is in retreat
The silence echoing defeat
As arctic air does plunder forth
From icy strongholds in the north
But all great kingdoms start to wane
As other ones begin their reign
And winter, though a ruthless king
Must one day soon give way to spring
Perspectives and points of view....
The Apostle Paul once said that if one were to look upon himself as merely that of
Flesh and Blood then, they would be greatly mistaken amid their near and far Perceptions
This battle within ones own Sightful volitions?!
For though We walk in the flesh as such, We do not war amongst these matters of futility....
Yet, rather, Our weapons are mighty unto the pulling down of Strongholds by, "Grace," given ~
And although We may tarry in this body of woe; cast unto this place and earth; Times
We are not of this world; wherein such Profound absolute "Truth," shall soon be Revealed!?
Unveilings within, the Wonderous twinkling of an eye....
No, We shall forever walk boldly Adorned in these Bejeweled Vestures; awaiting
Faiths chalice of "Loves Promises" thus, Poured; benighted, Spirits of Righteousness
"Holy;" as then We rise from the Ashes of memory, to take hold of Immortalities
Quintessence of Perfection; Infallibly made to slay the dragons of past....
Nailed to a "Crucifix" of, Everlasting Born?!
Still, for now within part, let Us groan aside most all of "Creation," as, We hold fast unto
The "Omnipotent Caressing Hands" of; Our Destinies ~
Painted upon the Emancipating Canvas' afore ever there were but even, "One Star"....
Before the Chambers and the Beams; the Oceans, the Mountains, and, the "Dreams"
Far, far away and Beyond, the ebbs of a flowings, Once upon a time!?
Standing at the Throne; "He," They and I; "Alpha and Omegas," Crowns of "Light" ~
Hearts of Cardinal Colours; swords no more; Eternities Heirs at, "Neverendings, Door"....
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...."The Prince of Tides"
Walking By Faith
(Shari’s Fold Time)
Your help I need
Father my family must succeed
Lord I bind these strongholds
There wrong choices are affecting me
Lord deliver me from this horrible pit
I need you Lord
This situation knocked me off guard
Please hear my earnest plea
Oh these finances are hurting me
Lord I know there is nothing to hard for you
Bind addictions
The pain is causing so much friction
Hurting others around
Oh how the tears are wailing inside
Oh Father I bring it all to you in prayer
Lay burdens down
I am no longer wearing a frown
I give it all to you
I know by faith you will see me through
For Lord I know I walk by faith not by sight
Meekness Is Not Weakness
“5 Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. 6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. 7 Blessed are the merciful, for they
will be shown mercy.” Matt 5:5-7 NIV
When Christ walked this earth,
His meekness and gentleness was found.
In power, He knew no weakness—
His divine power was so profound.
Though we live in this world,
We do not use the world’s weapons.
We demolish strongholds with divine power—
Dismantle demons numbered in legions.
When we surrender our all to God—
He fights our battles for us.
The enemy’s unseen,
But God’s power is more than generous.
In our meekness, we are victors;
Must rest daily in our Lord.
He won Joshua’s battle of Jericoh;
It is the Lord who deserves the applaud.
Christ was our perfect example.
By His meekness salvation was claimed.
His Father fought the battle for Him,
And His life was soon reclaimed.
Christ depended upon heaven’s power
To overcome a world of sin.
Let’s follow in His footsteps—
Heaven and eternity to win!
It takes a stronger soul
To keep silent in affliction;
Allow the Father to seek justice;
Surrender to His admonition.
The unsearchable riches of heaven
Are promised to the meek.
So with your whole heart and humility,
The Father’s power and glory seek.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
The world in our hands would impair devils
An unthinking thought more blissful
Than a wish fulfilling shooting star
Our missions would be charted out
To go on our victory dance one step at a time
For peacefully unifying the global eye
The lines in the hand of child would be uncorroded
With the scavenging paedophiles detonated
And their gardens be filled with natural joys and play
Food for the starving would be an essentia
Hunger and water a distant call before going to bed
Appetising the poor rather than greasing over fed palettes
We would delve deep into the human vein
Gushing with a universal religion of tolerance
That binds all colours rather than undermining faiths
Gigantic deeds would keep gory bloodsheds at bay
And young valiants would keep hearts of their fair
In strongholds for inopportune cataclysms
Global warming would be of a season gone by
Aerial reforestations and seed bombs for divergent climes
Would be the neatest stuff rather than bloody nukes
A day will come when life begins once again
When dragons burn out the archetype evils and
Dying values will sprout worldwide deliverance once again
April 9, 2016
Dan Kearley
Imperishable Inheritance
“3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4 to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, 5 who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.” 1 Peter 1:3-5 NASB
We are born again to a living hope,
Through Jesus’ miracle resurrection.
Our Imperishable Inheritance will not fade away,
Or become subject to oblation.
It’s reserved for us in heaven,
But we must believe by faith.
The dead saints are awaiting their Lord;
Will soon hear the words, “Come forth!”
Our Imperishable Inheritance
Awaits our heavenly claim,
As long as we endure;
Our sweet Lord continually proclaim.
Thank the Lord, who keeps us from stumbling,
Through His dominion and authority;
Gifts us His joy, peace and sanctity;
Fills us to overflowing.
We will claim our Imperishable Inheritance;
The result of having been made immortal.
Praise God for this precious hope,
That promises life eternal.
In God’s great and wonderful mercy,
We are born again to the gift of salvation;
Given the power to overcome—
Delivered from eternal destruction.
It is through the Father’s love,
We stand blameless with great joy;
Claim our Imperishable Inheritance;
Christ’s resurrection to deploy.
A life of perfect undefilement;
Incapable by human flesh;
Dependent upon the Trinity;
All evil’s strongholds to banish.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Where is the nation once united under God?
Broken is the moral compass that guides her.
The people sleep while the devil is at play
like a fattened calf, we are ripe for the slaughter.
The sky has darkened across the heartland of America
the clouds weep tears of anguish, the earth crumbles.
Where are holy words of prayer, now muted in fear?
The law of the land usurps the will of the people.
Shall we passively drink at the fountain of compromise?
Waters of right and wrong are muddied in ambiguity.
May we rise up on behalf of our families and freedoms
be a voice for the helpless cries of the unborn holocaust.
Let us not let our land turn into a massive landslide
or fall unwittingly into an abyss of hedonistic ruin.
For, united, we can break the strongholds of the evil one
and take back our land, for "In God We Trust".
Written on 7/28/2015
Like water for chocolate
I cook't for the Gods
A nectar so succulent
It abated on my tongue
& I in turn was filled
I gave n haven given
was revived
My tongue was loosened
From a thousand strongholds
My imagination ignited
into flame
My soul-a helium filled balloon
on which to pass the earth
Contented
Three Cheers for Afghanistan
Twenty years since US invaded
Terrorist strongholds raided
Al Qaeda eliminated
Yet ere we depart, it's fallen apart
Terrorism's once again strong
The 'government's' the Taliban
Play taps for Afghanistan