Had enough? Can’t stand another minute in the shoes you’ve been given to walk within? Where is the rest, the brief cool breezes outlining the aerodynamic aspect of your sizzling mind? What dreams come to foster repair, healing or toss away the bloody insults of trafficked minds? Where is their allegiance that to prove themselves human they must professionally debase the innocent? What times are we entered that to breathe free and independent humanity we must acquiesce to the modern, humanistic lies of a prepared and polished script? When to reason have we departed, unmarried unwed to reflective opinion, separate from our faculties?  What drives the vehicle that is doused in modernity?

They knew not the glory and grace they had been given. Not earned as in preparatory understanding and contentment or thankful epiphany, but begun in the place of majesty, viewing God. Fell they from that grace for the price of deceptive promises, promises of personal fame, glory and adoration above the towering frame and knowledge of Almighty. Now to men has this disease driven humanity from the human. Pledged to actualization and realization of the property of endowment fulfilled in their collective worship, I will be free from the memories of the depths from which I plunged. Driven to create yet capable of only destruction or dissemble.  Nothing true, or stable or even real as the mirage takes form and shape based upon the craving and thirsty mind. Conjured for the queen to warp their sensibilities, lured to lust and union incapable of healthy regard. Dust for sale, Trust impossible yet still pawned to passion’s heartache.

When have you Father, seen the inclination to step from the machinery in disgust and desire for that perfection? Viewing the offer it is found inadequate to possibility and fulfillment for it is limited by scope and imagination.  Their are no wings and therefore no far reaching flight of successful potency. What then to rot upon the bottom, muddied, angered, incensed, purposefully stuck to the poisonous craft of unforgiveness? Am I to be touched by God’s remembrance prior to world entry and then slowly begin the process of extracting majesty’s understanding to be given cardboard dreams and paper nightmares cut out by a rangy mangy impoverished gang of miscreants who knew not the glory they were simply given? To forget that rush of presence in Almighty Glory, traded, by traitors to Holiness and Truth.

There is no place for my tongs at this table. I shall not reach nor ask pardon from this impoverished lot, when in my heart sits the invitation to King’s Feast. where majesty shall serve us.  My heart cannot be shattered sufficiently to comprehend a reward that brings me to my knees simply in contemplation. What have I become that the King waits and wants to be with me and this merry lot of once dead who have seen the birth of second life, stronger, eternal, better than the first?  A sweet taste of dreams not meant for mortality. This is the day of my wish, hope and prayer, not for things collected but souls given in purpose and surrender to the King who deserves that all might gain entry to that glorious and lasting day of inclusion in His Presence. To Be With God because God wants us there. No greater day, No lie betrays the Word in its simplicity, Strength and Eternal Surety. A place with my King in forever’s freedom. How Sweet that Name, Jesus Christ the King.