Am I your brother in Christ?

Or am I your brother because of Christ?

Do you see me in the flesh or in the spirit?

Am I a number in the midst?

Or do I rest in the same palm as you?

Behold, how good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity.

We that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak and not to please ourselves.

In lowliness of mind let us esteem each other better than ourselves.

Bear ye one another’s burdens and so fulfil the law of Christ.

A new commandment I give you, love one another as I have loved you.

He who loves God loves his brother also.

He that loves his brother abides in the light.

He that sanctifies is not ashamed to call us brothers.

Who is your brother?

(*Note: this poem does not endorse ecumenicism or not reproving sin or compromising sound doctrine)

Silence

Stop the noise.

Slow your thoughts.

Stop the hurry.

Reject the worry.

Unbusy yourself.

Sit in silence.

And rest in my presence.

Doing is not always the objective.

Sit in silence.

Receive my guidance.

Hear my voice.

Resist the urge to get up and go.

Spend time with me and I will help you grow.

Sit in silence and know.

We are livin’ in the last days, the end times.

Christ is coming back, but it’s not a sequel.

He’s coming back to bring the wrath of God on those who practice evil.

So, turn, turn from your ways. Repent! Get saved!

Hear the gospel and obey.

Make today the day of salvation.

Jesus is patiently waiting.

He says to all of those who are weary “Come and I’ll give you rest”.

He came and died for you and rose again the third day.

He paid the price for you.

He said it is finished.

The debt is paid.

I’m here to speak of God’s greatness.

And the devil, he hates this.

Because he doesn’t want you to know the truth.

The truth of Christ and his sacrifice.

Surrender your life to him and see the mighty works he can do within.

He can take away that heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.

One day we will all face death.

But death will have no sting for me because Christ the risen king has placed me in his victory.

Worthy is the Lamb

If you think you are worthless…

Worthy is the lamb who was slain to receive all honor and glory and power.

And he beckons come all ye sinners.

All ye sinners come.

Come and I will give you a new life, a new start.

I’ll take those hurts and pains and I’ll be your friend, if you’ll just let me in.

Jesus beckons come all ye sinners.

All ye sinners come.

Come and I will give you a new life, a new start.

Get the love of God shed abroad in your heart.

Be a part of something greater.

Get to know your creator.

If you hear my voice, he’s looking to separate ya from the ways of the world and the grip of the enemy of your soul.

So, if you think no one understands you and you’re all alone.

God’s there for you.

His Son he did not spare for you.

Call on him. He cares for you.

And this is the gospel that I declare to you:

That Jesus came and died for our sins, was buried, and rose again the third day so that you could be saved.

Jesus beckons come all ye people. All ye people come!

Time

Time is fleeting.

The clock is eating away your life.

It is appointed a man once to die.

You will exist after the grave.

Don’t be distracted with the lusts that are passing away.

Be wise, learn to number your days.

You are not promised tomorrow.

Do not enter into eternity filled with sorrow.

Don’t get caught in vanity’s haze.

Redeem the time, number your days.

Because it is appointed a man once to die and after this the judgment.

Truth?

Is truth exclusive?

Does the truth seek you or do you seek it?

Is truth subjective?

Is it your truth or my truth that is right?

The truth stands out in the light, but it is not always easy to find.

The truth sounds absurd in a world of lies.

The truth is a treasure, better than any temporal pleasure.

The truth is to be yearned for.

The journey to the truth is worth the hardship.

The truth invites your wonder and contemplation.

The truth does not change, nor wander.

The truth is that you need the Truth, or the lie will eat the morsel of life.

Born…

There is a reason your mother gave you birth.

There is a purpose for existence on this place called earth.

God knew you before you were born.

And he’s patiently waiting for you to come into his everlasting arms.

Ready to forgive.

Ready to give his spirit that you may live.

Born Again

The Father of lights is also the God of waters.

He makes Poseidon to look like piss in the wind.

He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

Darkness of waters and thickness of clouds encompass Him.

The foundations of the world were discovered at his rebuke and the channels of waters were seen.

He divides the waters from the waters.

And he sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many waters.

Out of the waters of iniquity that I drank.

Many waters could not quench his love, neither could the floods drown it.

Behold, he smote the rock that was Christ.

So, that could I drink that spiritual drink.

Now, with joy I draw water out of the wells of salvation.

But when I am weary with sorrow and heaviness and make I my bed to swim with tears, you shall gather my tears into your bottle and lead me beside the still waters.

And when I am overtaken in a fault, if I turn and confess you will forgive and cast all my sins into depths of the sea and remember them no more.

Cleansing and washing me with the water of your word, you will sanctify me.

You O Lord shall guide me continually and satisfy my soul in drought and lead me, even by the springs of water shall you guide me.

I don’t need to hew myself out a cistern when I have you.

May I never forsake you, the fountain of living waters.

You gave me to drink when I was thirsty.

Now, I have these rivers of living water flowing from within.

Not to store, but to out pour.

So, if you are dried up and dead, come.

Yes, every one that is athirst, come. The Spirit and the bride say, come.

Come and take the water of life freely and thirst no more.

Worship and praise be to him.

Praise him, you heavens of heavens, and you waters that be above the heavens.

Praise him who has a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal flowing from his throne.

Praise him the true God of waters.

On this path I tread walking with the One who raised me from the dead.

Who made me a live with a virtue I could not attain.

My lighthouse in a sea of wickedness.

Salvaged me from my own depravity.

Changed my heart and gladdened me.

Now I see, looking to the Father through the Son.

Discovering who you are and who I am.

You won’t let me go too far to the left or to the right.

Faithful Father, safety in the Shepherd, the Holy Ghost guiding me.

I can’t fail when trusting you.

Your grace is enough.

You make my paths straight.

Lay aside every weight and journey with me says He.

M­­­­­ercy

(God’s April Fool)

O how quick you are to forgive.

O your mercy is so good it hurts me.

It makes me cry.

Why would you pity me and be so kind?

After all of my wrong you still abound your grace unto me.

You extend your hand of mercy and you pull me up time and time again.

Your mercy humbles me and sets me free.

It makes me want to be better and to bring you honor.

Your mercy endures forever.

Suicide Heart

I won’t protect myself as I have sought to draw near.

I know this will hurt, with a cry inside I approach apprehensively with this suicide heart.

Death is a process, and it has to come.

It will hurt.

I’ll do my best not to run as I cry “it hurts”.

But I love you and it’s the only way.

I need you and I don’t want to be alone.

I wonder why it went this way.

I know your way is better, though I don’t understand, and the pain strikes my deepest fiber.

You are the only one I truly have, thank you.

Thank you for your cross.

Thank you for my cross.

I won’t fear pain, but I will embrace it for your glory.

I will give you my pain as a free will offering.

May it sing to you as a sweet-smelling savor.

You are my savior.

May every bitter thing taste sweet as I trust in you.

Subdue and craft this vessel with the power of your hand.

Burn of the chaff with a fire unquenchable.

Keep me pressed to the path, the way that is perfect, your way.

(*Note suicide is referring to walking into things that are painful)

Light refracted.

Dullness subtracted.

The arch in it’s fullness.

The covenant is sure.

No more will God flood the earth for it’s wickedness.

Enjoy the colors and their splendidness!

Music

Music, you exist in the realm of expression.

You can maintain a soul in the midst of depression.

You can set the mood or be loud and rude.

You can be superficial or full of meaning.

You can pervert a generation or be someone’s inspiration.

The rhythm and the tempo.

The rise of the crescendo.

The improvisational flow.

That familiarity you know.

An expression of the human experience.

An endeavor and a continuing experiment.

Music, how amusing? Isn’t it?