??Isaiah? ?59:1?-?2? ?NIV??
[1] Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save, nor his ear too dull to hear. [2] But your iniquities have separated you from your God; your sins have hidden his face from you, so that he will not hear.
Oh, God that I would question your reach
For it was the foolishness of me
That had kept me in bondage of darkness
My arm not reaching to learn your ways
Blinded by the world teachings
And traditions of man
That loves praise of man than you God
For this is where Jesus came to save us from
Oh, God your hand reached down
Unto the depths of my soul
Circumcising the old man to the grave
When I threw up my hands to know you
How abundant is your love, mercy and grace.
For greater is the Spirit sent from Jesus death
Than is in the darkness of mankind ruled by the evil one.
Your hand reaches down to snatch One from death.
To resurrect one unto a Living Child of God
Oh Boy! Oh WoW!
It's sure hot out there!
It near sears the lungs,
To just breathe the air.
Can't walk the dog,
'Cause the sun's baked the streets.
Can't go for a ride,
'Cause the sun's baked the seats.
Had the family over,
For a back yard treat.
On the way to the grill,
The sun burnt the meat;
So I brought out the hose,
To let the kids play,
But that doggone sun,
Evaporated the spray;
So I threw up my hands,
Went inside, guess I'm beat,
Can't do nothin' but sweat,
In this doggone hot heat.
Looking at a tiny ant, I thought,
"Shall I kill thee or shall I not?"
When a mosquito my hand did bite,
I hit out at it in spirited spite,
Then from the corner of my eye,
I saw a cockroach saying 'Hi',
Exasperated, I threw up my hands,
Only to find a lizard in the stands,
As I shook my head in utter distaste,
A centipede wriggled past me in haste,
What was that - a chirping sound?
That must be the cricket going around,
And did that spider just laugh at me?
Of course, that's called "the eight-legged glee".
If only bugs could read and write,
I'd put up a board in black and white,
"Insects not welcome inside,
Go, find another place to hide."
But since they can't, I mope about
With a broom, trying to drive them out.
07/01/17
Once upon a time
I was pressed in on all sides
Tired, worn out
I threw up my hands
And threw in the towel
My spirit was so sour
In the quiet I cried
And then almost died
Or so I thought
For I was distraught
And in a haze
Going about my days
Apathetic and miserable
In between worlds
Pondering, puzzling
Mysteries unknown
I was waiting
No, more than that
Searching, nearly blind
Searching, never to find
The answer on my own
I was nothing, so alone
So I cried out
To you, O LORD
I cried in my anguish
But didn’t expect
To find you there
As an end to my despair
All bondage, gone
All systems are a go
I was suddenly free
Not sure what came on me
You came to rescue
To fix me, so askew
I was way off searching
In all the wrong places
But you came
Realigned my aim
Reset my eyes to you
Straightened my view
Now I’m free
I can finally see
My God, you liberate
You set free
You save
You rescue
You release all bonds
That tie me down
I came down on a cloud to take a peek at you.
I rode through the funnels and the rains of booms.
It was all that I could do.
To not be thrown for looms.
The clouds carried me over the desert sands.
And took me to Mountains of higher lands!
What was I to do?
After taking a peek at you?
I was thrown for looms.
Especially after feeling those booms on thunders of dooms!
So I threw up my hands.
And I flew to higher lands across the desert sands.
And there you were just like before.
So I peeked more and more!
I was thrown for looms.
But I stopped in the middle of thunder booms.
And there you were.
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Two Women
I looked into a window and saw two women whose hopes had been ripped away
from them.
And they lost all natural beauty,
And a man from the dessert was walking heavy laden, burdened with the sorrow
I feel deep down in my bowels,
A hole I tell you, he bore the weight of a soul that cannot receive the warmth of
God.
And his shadow struck the two hands and heads of the women, and they were
healed instantly.
In that moment, I felt a warmth in my soul and I threw up my hands and gave my
life to sorrow.
And this sorrow becomes dark at times, so very dark.
But when I consider the people who have lost all hope and have lost their natural
beauty,
When I consider this burden and the hope of my shadow falling upon them and
them knowing for just a moment that God’s love is real and there is no need to
fear,
Then I think of the sorrow I chose and know joy.
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