Thankfully brought to my knees, Lord. No living or dying by the sword. A body this body to believe of one accord, living divine purpose toward, eternity none can take a loss to afford. See this is the time for choice, a day to lift our voice, filled with Spirit we rejoice called upon by passion each in form or fashion that beating and the lashing taken none may simply cashin without faith were left within the dark. No light without a spark or fuel to feed to fire, forgiveness without desire no word to cleanse or to inspire, making God a liar.

What then is left to man, armed with his own plan, cheering as his only fan a fickle handed fate born too early or too late loving within my sense of hate, failure to negate the impact of the plan effecting each and every man from Benjamin to Dan no matter how far we ran, confronted, hunted, wanted, wanton left heaving, huge gulps of breath deceiving never got believing the burden’s He’s relieving were just not worth receiving. Cooking without fire.

In this glory hope, way beyond my scope no vicar or the Pope just a relationship with Jesus, He sees us, from the inside out, knows what we’re all about, each action and every shout, faith and even doubt the arrogance we tout. The fasting and the praying, the hidden or displaying the leaving and the staying and all the Words worth saying. Left with no excuse no politics or muse for purpose of misuse no opportunity for recuse. A single Burning Briar.

Days filled with reason another season with leaves and trees and breeze so brisk it knocked my knees then brought a great big sneeze. Left with empty hand no scar or grain of sand just as He had planned to make of me demand that I could not understand without gifting or canned phrase to me miracle or maze the wonders He displays never cease to amaze, my gifts are fed to blaze casting light upon the ways and paths from night to days. Hopping fields and wire.

Forgotten are the pleasures as are the golden treasures left only soulful measures of how I lived for God. Shod with souls of peace we nod at the increase thinking odd to doubt in promise or Trust in what we must place our promise, no regret or remiss we dismiss the life gone bye no tearful itchy eye or question pondering why to heaven or just bust even forgetting how we once cussed our cadre stand nonplussed for the promise that we must hold our heads that much higher.