I felt the stab sharper than the sword that knows no limit the sword of the Spirit. I am weak! I cried and fell to my knees. Sufficient He is so here I will rest awhile, while He carries me. A burden too great for anybody else. I will lay here on this table here so while He puts me back together again removes the thorn tormenting me. What if I cried into laughing knowing there is power in my weakness?
Children of the Day For you are all children of light children of the day you cannot be swayed by what they have to say. Though they revel in your temporary dismay you are not delayed unjustly, but the evil ways they choose will lead them astray. Within you no dark places no unbroken spaces to let the darkness in. So shine in every corner your light that sustains the beauty of the day.
Every Blooming Thing. Every blooming thing is a treasure and all must grow and thrive nothing must be left below they must sway and dance day and night. Every blooming thing has beauty natural and not contrived spreading wide enough to gather all the bouncing shining lights. Every blooming thing must produce their talents must be used to give love and life and so be profuse. Every blooming thing must live so all their talents they can give to those weary beaten broken souls who need their fragrance to forgive!
This Feels Like God Each raindrop falling on leaves that gives me so much peace and with the sun shining down on me a light that makes me see the hand of God. A gentle gigle floating in the breeze that gets entagled with the trees reminds me of the innocence of one who believes in the promises of miracles. A gentle flowing stream that carries the wonders of life that washes over me and sets me free to grow, swell and just be free. In a truh that never cease For truth God holds the keys and so because this truth I know I say, "Yes Lord I agree".
You Need God. Simple things matter. Trees give oxygen they need nutrients water and sun. Birds fly in the air they have no fear but they need nectar, water and somewhere to stay. Fish need oxygen to shelter from the storm but to keep their lives afloat they must breath outside a boat. But people, need more than food, oxygen and air, to feed their very soul they need a kiss from heaven. To truly stetch, strive and survive they need God in their lives.
You Are Not My Enemy I see you bleeding just like me In anguish you scream! Just like me. You too have dreams like me too. I see you in me and me in you. You are not my enemy and that is the key to restoring your humanity in me. The Darkness would have it not so it gives strive, hate and pain creates a wall and locks us into unbroken chains. But I see you and know this to be true You are not my enemy. Me and you, me and you? Our love can be heavenly.
No one is Good God is good but you are not. No one is good but God. Everything is within God and He places it in you to do. He shares what was always His to share and your efforts cannot compare. To be good you need to do what is right but right is greater than good. You labour but labour in vain until you see the possibilities that looked imposible. Though in the net- a web of deceit- With Him, you shall be plucked from your obscurity into the reality of your conspicuity. But know thyself enough to know your good desires came from a greater Source that called to you then came to you then sent you so He can use you.