Tag: Faith

‘Within Me’

‘…This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed….’—Luke 2:25-35

 Within Me
  
 blessed is He† within me
 for another child will be born
 one to be consecrated by God†
 to help those in harm
 ‒for His† first born came
 His† spirit remains
 in truth...for all's salvation
  
 He's† building His† army
 seeds planted to save
 His† love spreads
 pulling all who answers
 from the dead
  
 His† good shepherd will come
 against all odds
 bring true love in sum
 opening wide
 the gates of the kingdom
 ‒with his gentle seed
 he'll plant the helper
 the one who'll come
 to empower His† church
 stripping evil of its game
 ‒for Jesus'† spirit
 in him...will remain
  
 the good shepherd
 will join his wife
 ‒a marriage in God's† eyes
 paving the way‒
 together...a boy and a girl
 born to an aged mother
 who's granted favor
 by the holy Father†
 who'll be guided
 by Jesus the Savior†
  
 born will be a family
 to aid...fight the enemy
 ‒no evil...with them
 will take company
 ‒for Jesus'† hand
 will wrap them in holy
  
 blessed will come
 this new birth
 extending Jesus'† hand
 healing the broken
 fighting the enemy
 as God† begins the journey
 ‒calling some home
 then deciding the inheritance‒
 only His† tribes to share
  
 holy, holy the almighty Lord†
 embraces what's to come
 growing His† kingdom
 spreading love
 through a sum
 ‒the good shepherd
 made from a sinner
 paving the way
 ‒his seed's coming to say
  
 'two gates are opened'
  
 then he'll help the way
 for those choosing
 Jesus' Way

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken December 10th. The baby is at the left bottom of frame. This is just one of the babies God has put in the sky for me to photograph.

(December 25, 2019)―This morning I opened my Bible to Acts then closed it. With tears in my eyes, I asked God my usual question, ‘What do You want me to write about?’ But I added this: ‘Since I’ll be doing this for the rest of my life.’ I opened my Bible again and the Scripture pertaining to John the Baptist and Jesus’ birth. This is no accident.

I read through it, then ‘Within Me’ bled on the page. I write what I hear. I know I head this clear. God has been showing me a baby for a while now. This baby is not Jesus. Go look under God’s Mercy. He has put a baby in the sky several times. No, I’m not pregnant. I don’t even have a boyfriend. It is still clear that God is pointing this out to us. There are things that are being revealed to me that I cannot tell yet, but I will eventually.

When? Is this all really going to happen? I know God. Yes, it will happen. When? I’m not God. His time is not ours. I am His messenger. I write what He tells me. I don’t doubt that it is Him and Jesus that I talk to, although I question it all the time. God is in charge. He can make us hear what He wants us to hear. He can make us see what He wants us to see. So, no matter who is talking to me, it still is God. For He is in control! I fear God. Whatever He wants from me, He gets. If you don’t live your life this way, then you should question why.

He sent the words in ‘Within Me’ this morning, the day we celebrate His Son’s birth, for a reason. He directed me to this Scripture to tell me, ‘Yes, Karen, it is I you are talking to.’

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‘The Silence of Still’

The mercy of the silence will be unexplainable.

Note: The photograph was taken November 9th, the bride and groom, the Sign of Jonah.

The Silence of Still
  
 can you hear the whispers
 through the air
 the conjugating of birds
 shh...hear them go quiet
 the low howls of hounds
 the uneasy purr of cats
 the cattle all laid down
 even the horses lie on their bellies
 their necks stretched out
 their eyes focused no wheres
  
 the waves that raged
 now are calm, smooth
 except for the slow bumping
 against lifelessness
 against broken shores
 where once stood beautiful structures
 glazing in the morning sun
 now lay invisible images
 lost in the silence of still
  
 shh...can you hear the whispers
 the crying of the trees
 their battle long gone
 watching the water come and go
 its dark, mucky vortex
 surrounding the hollowness
 of the silence
 their departed leaves
 withering in mixed congregation
  
 shh...shh...can you hear the whispers
 tiny ants coming out to feast
 hungry flies gathering around
 surveying the air
 lurking in the stillness
 ready in their devour
 of what's left
 of the silence
  
 shh...shh...there it is
 far, far but so very close
 from low, deep in throat
 a piecing wail
 like never heard
 an unmatched sound
 human...animal?
 how can one tell
 it's engulfed in the stillness
 like a look looking
 but not seeing
 it's bathed in rage
 a blanketed depth
 so darkened and mellowed
 that it stills the stillness
  
 shh...shh awaken to the whisper
 the sound of inconceivable
 as the ants begin their march
 as the flies settle their position
 as the leaves give into their stench
 as the trees weaken their hold–
 their roots release the earth
 as they fall to the ground
 lose themselves
 to the wet cape below
  
 the silence stares
 listening to the anguish wail
 coming from deep, deep
 as the sea returns to the sun
 wrapping its arms around
 the silence
 begging for beauty
 to be seen
 as she rocks back and forth
 begging the trees
 begging the cows, the horses
 all those in the wild
 'stand up, stand up'
  
 but shh...shh there's just the whispers
 low, low...the stillness
 as its look keeps looking
 but can't anymore see

‘A Faith’s Window’

You don’t need permission to do what is right. You don’t need to ask what’s in your heart. You already know that. Follow that.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken November 11th.

 A Faith's Window
  
 it's preparing for rain
 when the sun is bright
  
 it's saying truth
 when it's not even–
 expected of you
 knowing–
 it's safe within you
 being something–
 only you knew
 ‒but feeling a pull
 a little hurt to deal
 doing what is real
  
 it's understanding the storm
 to set things right
  
 it's making moves
 ‒just something
 you have to do
 without being told to
 even when no one–
 understands you
 even when they see you
 as a fool
  
 it's staying the course
 no matter the force
 going against the core
 never asking any man–
 what for
  
 taking it straight
 to the Lord†
 for you just know
 He's† in charge
  
 it's being in tuned–
 to your emotions
 hearing what's inside
 letting it overpower–
 everything outside
 –arguing and debating
 alone in a closed-off room
 but never giving into doubt–
 without evidence given
 to what's it all about
 –just doing...even in gloom
 because you heard it–
 from deep within you
  
 when all seems dark
 everyone telling you–
 what to do
 –so lost and confused
 knowing truly–
 what to do
 even if others–
 don't want you to
 –it's coming
 from deep within
 void of family and friends
 –digging deep...trusting
 for you heard the Lord†
 talking to you

‘Broad Stroke’

Artists. God’s workers. Those who listen to that which comes from inside.

Note: The art that accompanies this work is a screen shot of art within a photograph sent to me on November 9th. God’s art. If you have an artist’s eye, then you will see the image.

 Broad Stroke
  
 the Lord† has taken my life
 made me a symbol in strife
 a fighter for the light
  
 He's† laid His† pen to strike
 each time win is in sight
 He† covers each pit of bight
 with another tireless fight
  
 I struggle in this mixture
 so contrite
  
 'why do You† punish me–
 didn't I live most of my life
 walking in right'
  
 I cry and cry
 day to night
 with moments in relieve–
 to sit down for Him†...write
 as He† pours the words inside
 forcing me
 to bring them to the outside
  
 I can't fight His† might
 His† brush reaches me
 from every height
 keeping me down–
  
 'write, write it down
 pen to paper
 how I† make you feel
 speak truth–
 what's behind this deal'
  
 each time I refuse
 He† toughens His† strike
 keeping every body–
 out of sight
 as I struggle in lonely's stride
 begging me to cry and cry
  
 'why do You† hate me
 I've done all that You† asked
 I've never faltered
 –my complain and my fight
 isn't that tight
 keeping me from the write'
  
 but He† comes down
 in a furious flight
 making my body heavy
 my will, my spirit
 lost in the night
 feeling evil all around
 lost then found
 lost then found
 against every silently screaming fight
 weighing me down in kryptonite
 covering me with sorrowful blight
  
 'all I've done for my knights
 I get condemned
 they get happy and high'
  
 He's† taken all away
 every love, every pleasure
 drowned it all
 in my wrestling plight
  
 'write, write it down
 pen to paper
 how I† make you feel
 speak truth–
 what's behind this deal'
  
 as all the words I write
 not being the ones right
  
 'yes, yes, yes
 –go deep, deep, deep
 the truth of Me†
 don't leave any to guess'
  
 I wobble in my cry
 as swollen goes my eyes
 I eat 'til I'm high
 smoke cigars–
 pretend I can fly
 wondering over and over
  
 'what more do I write'
  
 as the emotions
 continue its roller-coaster ride
  
 'fuck you world
 and all your dick-swinging swirl
 I'm tired of crying for you
 Lord†, I'd rather just die
 then a moment more–
 for them...write'
  
 then deeper goes my ride
 'til my head wants to blow
 from all the tears I cry
 then they all dry
 sting...burn rings my eyes
 leaving me haunted in why
  
 'write, write it down
 pen to paper
 how I† make you feel
 speak truth–
 what's behind this deal'
  
 writing the truth of Him†
 His† broad strokes forcing the hymn
 He's† in control of everything
 all sadness that stings
 all happy that rings
 but the artist–
 His† most precious thing
 brings truth through
 that suffering thing
  
 there's no running
 from His† might
 the art comes from His† heart
 through the pen
 His† messages ring
 the truth of the sadder
 of the happier things
 –that which bleeds life
 in the will to fight
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‘Entrusted Servant’

It is through the power of the Lord that we listen and hear His voice and then do what He ask of us. For it is through faith, that we hear. For it is through love, that we do.

 Entrusted Servant
  
 I do not know you
 I do not know
 if you answered the do'
  
 I have
  
 I know God's† providence
 for me
 I questioned
 then He† made me see
  
 I do not know
 what  you are to do
 I do what He's† told me to–
 deliver His† message to you
 ‒now I know the voice–
 who it belongs to
  
 you may not know
 what He† wants of you
 but I know
 what He† wants of me
 I must give to you
 what He's† given to me
  
 I cannot turn back
 I cannot undo
 what He's† done for me
  
 what He† has not given to you
 you do not have to worry
 what you cannot undo
 ‒you do not have to worry
 doing...what He's† asked of you
 for you do not know
  
 I do know
 ‒I cannot undo
 what He's†
 asked me to do
 so I'll do
 what He† wants me to do
 for He's† asked me to
  
 it is so
 what I now know
 He's† given me seeds to sow
 I don't have to guess
 who will help them grow
 for I already know
 for He† told me so

‘Fight!’

Crimes against you…it’s nothing to do with you. It’s a test of will…those God holds dearest are tested the hardest. Don’t give up! Don’t lose faith.

 Fight!
  
 put your heart
 into it
 fight the beast
 of it
 cry, yell, scream‒
 beat the walls
 of it
 ‒tear it down
 to bits
 you got this
 all the evil‒
 resist
  
 fight, fight, fight it
  
 you can get
 the best of it
  
 strip it, yank it
 ‒it wasn't your bit
 it wasn't your fault‒
 in any of it
  
 destroy that bitch
  
 fight, fight, fight
  
 punch the shit
 out of it
 be bigger than it
 you've got this
  
 scream...hiss!
  
 tear it
 to fucking bits
  
 fight! fight!
 fight it!

‘Write It!’

Be exceptional! Trust in your journey. You are being led in a specific direction for a reason.

 Write It!
  
 don't be afraid of it
 be bold in admit
 don't smother it
 ‒force it
  
 pen to paper
fingers to keys
 write it!
 be brave in commit
 ‒you're chosen for it
 save those
dying from it
  
 you got this!
 you're surrounded by angelic
 trust in it
 don't fear it
 ‒bring the Boss†‒
 to the front of it
  
 rock it...own it
 heart and mind‒
 combine all of it
 you're the way of it
 don't deny it
  
 be the just of it
 obstacles...jump over it
 hell...plow right through it
 that evil whore‒
 crush that bitch
 to the world...say fuck it
 God's† the way of it
 ‒be the hot of it
 to all His† askings...submit
 then you'll have‒
 the glory of it!
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‘I Work For You’

Keep pushing through. The gifts waiting are far more than you ever dreamed. Cry, scream, slam your fist into walls…know it will be okay. Your life is just beginning.—kel

 I Work For You
  
 I'm here
struggling, too
 run, jump...come through
 my energy
I pass to you
 in flight
I visit you
 my love
I give to you
 helping you get through
  
 I work for you
 say prayers in twos
 we said our adieus
 not in words of true
 but in faces of blue
 as pride and ego
forced the cue
 –what's already written
 in the book of truth
  
 I know you see it, too
 you feel my energy–
 in heart, get through
 leaving you
in tads of confuse
 run, jump...come through
 –it's the spirit of soothe
 passing it all to you
  
 look to the morning doves‒
 as on the ground
lies the dew
 no need to kneel in a pew
 just look up‒
 they are watching you
 even hearing
what you're thinking, too
  
 I work for you
 in a manifestation clue
 run, jump...come through
 it'll be okay
whatever you're going through
 keep going‒
 the time line...right on cue
 I'll be waiting for you
 through all your doubt‒
 through all the emotions
 that swarm you‒ 
 give it to the words do
 God's† waiting on you
 urgency in time's review
 as I lay
working for you
 knowing you'll get through
  ‒forgiven
will be
all your past dues
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‘Backlash’

You must learn to fight with your mind!

 Backlash
  
 He's† coming
His† fierce wrath
 –a warning
that will steal your laugh
  
 He's† waited
as you gently
took your bath
 seeing you
enjoy your treasures
He's glad
  
 His† simplicity‒
 riddled with an interesting sass
 if you fall too far behind
on the graph
 He† has an unwavering strap
 administered by
a father's unconditional love‒
 in a dash
 giving you a chance
to bounce back
 from your deep, darkened nap
  
 but you haven't read
the telegraph
 you haven't heard
the endless knocking raps
 you haven't heard
the crash, the clash
 or the blast
 you haven't even heard
the slush
 of His† slow drag
  
 instead
you waddle like an ass
 pretending to celebrate
honor His† flag
 while others...with a bat
so willing to bash
  
 round and round
 lap after lap
 slowly distorting Him†
in every class
 mixing it all up–
 commoners can't even grasp
 leaving it all
to be given in mass
 not willing
to take on the task
 –it's all been a trap
  
 the mark of the beast–
 will be an easy lash
 they will be willing–
 without any wording sass
 let alone
a flame from a shiny blast
  
 how to measure gullibility–
 the strength needed
to cure this rash
 will take more
than attending a mass
 or around waist
wrapping a sash
  
 in the mind
will come the nag
 –a played-out invisible rag
 strange thoughts
making a face sag
 doubt...oh! how nasty!
its constant drag
 heaviness and confusion–
 mixing it all up in lag
  
 there's a better way to combat
 this dark invisible rag
 –powers hidden
once sealed–
 too high to be grasped
 it's now time
to bathe in its vast
 opening it up–
 the vaults...down...smash
  
 mind for mind...slash
 taking control back
 before the Lamb† comes
in a flash
 open up for a higher stash
 –sorting through trash
 with an energy in splash
  
 yes, He's† coming
 a warning in passing
 a chance to be given
for a new class
 a higher way
fighting in blast
 a choice in self's brass
 –thrive in eternity's musical jazz
 or fall in evil's
forever fire-pitting trap
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‘To Not See in Shame’

Micah adds to the importance of the Choose!

 To Not See in Shame
  
 He's† coming–
 He's† watching and...tired
 nothing has changed
 all lost in shame
 playing a tireless game
 for simple gain
 ‒forgetting His† glorious name
  
 He's† coming‒
 your songs are deranged
 your mentality strange
 believing in sports' games
 gold chains and diamond rings
 leaving His† name
out of range
 condemning those who sang
 glorifying His† name
  
 He's† coming‒
 152 sets the range
 in time...sets the change
 choose which side‒
 you'll play your game
 then it will be set
 no more chances to change
 you choose
it's your time
 to arrange the change
 before time
gets out of range
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