Precious Lord I love you. There is no other fire to alight my heart with flame. You alone are worthy of my praise, my loving faith and my surrender leading to consistent obedience through prayer. The fault is mine but having acknowledged you in the doing and because I love you so, walking the path you guided me upon, my mistakes will be used for the good of Your Glory and Kingdom to Come. I do not wish for alternate trajectory but it is good to know that there is not other place in existence. This is road for my feet, these are the Word to seal my heart, this is the doctrine worthy of believing. For what other God has given himself for Man, to redeem, save and bring creation back into good Graces?

None but you Father, none but you. Though I may travel this world searching it is not for influence, promise, protection or provision. You are the source of my needs, in this world I seek the lost that they too may find forgiveness, abundance and peace in the rest that Jesus provides for All. None shall be left except by choice, that comforts me for this enemy have received no honorable mention by stopping those meant for Grace and Glory from arriving. You are our origin and our destination, another we shall not prioritize, for we are bound for glory everlasting in you. Lord give me Power and Peace to share the Gospel on the road to my fulfillment that I may show up at harvest with bountiful crop. Lord when you reap I pray to see the smile upon your face for the souls that find everlasting through the Promise that you gave me give them. There is no other way to be cleansed of our sin forever, but through Christ.

Where are the manly arts of care and governance? Where are those attributes necessary to long term investment, growth and confident stance against the expected or surprise occurrence? Where are the blessed children understanding the love of men given that they may be strong throughout life and beyond? Where are the esteemed blessings of men who believe in something greater than the pursuance of self or materials to stack in garage or attic? Where is the love of God gone dry in the desert of men’s lack of relationship with Maker? Where are we left but out in the cold night without deep understanding of the building blocks of Glory? Where are we as men if we do not pursue the things that elevate man to greatness?

Who are you heroes? Are they men of valor, sweat, courage and quiet indebtedness to God and Country for the blessing to become something worthy of the love of Good Women or Children who are faithfully and courageous prepared to take their place at the controls of nation and humanity? Where is your love focused? Is it toward the lust of conquering pride or the slow steady admiration of men and women who look to you for courage and discerned wisdom? What is the price that we have paid for self pursuit as a country? Is this something that can be recouped or will forever be lost once gate is opened? What does it mean to sacrifice 70 Million of our unborn Americans for the sake of saying we didn’t want them of that we couldn’t find the will to raise them once decisions were made to couple?

Where is my heart if I have no proof that is beating within my breast? What payment has been made for my eternal existence if there is no evidence of its payment nor contrition at having been saved by the Loving Hand of God? Where are my adoption papers to prove my kinship to our Maker? Where have I fallen to if I do not account for every blessing having come from God but instead claim myself “Sufficient” in no need of His look, Love or Kind gift? Who have we become now that we allow statues of satan’s minions to be worshipped in our Cities, States and Halls of Constitutional Discussion. The fallen have no part in the Free Nation of men for they would enslave all to see them separated from God and destroyed to live no further. This is the power of our collateral deception that we choose to be pray upon the alter of self service our joy reduced to measure of the blessings available to them who acknowledges God’s Pleasure at our living.

This is the time to choose our gradient. What stick do we use to fathom the depth of life lived? How may I look upon self, wife, child, Priest or Parent with smile if I have done all for my own enlightenment, pleasure or increase? What then shall a man do who looks to find the unlimited space beyond temporary pursuits? How does one find the doorway to infinity? What keys are given to each of US propelling toward eternity that we may freely choose to serve the temporary life of stuffed and fed man or eschew those things of brute nature to equate ourselves with the impossible bringing it in to our understanding? Where then is possibility secured and probability mastered? How then shall we become a greater nation than has ever been written about by the hand of Man? We shall live for God and in that service find that which is beyond our capability and reason. That is the priceless wish of God for US to acknowledge His wisdom above our own and feed our children Promise that they may grow beyond this temporal existence to dismiss expiration and Live On Forever With God.

Some would counsel running though the fear is seldom real. They fear to remember or forget the things that once gave them the hope upon a dream. It seems at each dawn the frozen hearts of men determine how to look upon chance, reason and possibility with the dispassionate gloom of the captured. Where are the wings of freedom that swept forth hopeful of touching the sky and dreamt of someday looking upon the fires of the Sun? How are dreams diminished by the slow steady drip of rotten news and bad food apportioned appropriately to steal any measure of abundant understanding? What is a future if a past must be rewritten simply to be tolerated?

We are the song of God’s Dream. We dance the waltz of God’s glory lived out for pages to recount and hearts to remember with passion. Hand to hand with gleaming teeth some so bright that the night seeks evening’s respite and repose. No one knows the day or the hour and half can begin to comprehend upon the Glory that awaits but all are quite certain that it just isn’t going to pan out to half of the ingredients we’ve purchased. I want the thing beyond gold, the thingy thought of stories told about that prize beyond wealth and escrow. What happens when you live in a ville beyond word’s explanation must you develop code to dumb down expression that others may begin to glimpse in reason what your eyes behold in measure?

Now if not then or when and if then, how if not when but then why would what matters be true? What are dreams but linguistics of the sleeping man. Perhaps God’s little programming angels sending new data for copy to the synapses of transformation, New libraries of code to talents yet measured for lack of understanding. Remanding ourselves to the shelves in tomes recount we search for our reason in Rhyme section. Dissection of the folly from the pride I find that I would have married a bride then lived with and died not possessing or comprehending once iota of how to operate the machinery never mind make it function to optimum. What is success and must everything be defined by each individual in order for it to be truly subjective achievement?

This World is worth the fight for the simple reason that we are the dog that God has put into it. I wrestle and wrangle with Dominions and principalities not because they look to destroy lesser men but because they foresee our becoming. It is not the me from which they wish me to flee but the him I will be when I learn to stand in good courage without reason or hope but that which is based upon the Character of God and His mercies. I am an isotope of hope, an analyscope of color painted upon the tapestries that hang in the hallway beyond time’s tiny grip. I will inevitably make a larger bite of life then makes reason or sense but in my defense that is how this equipment was designed to look beyond the bubble, escaping the boxes of oxes and burdens of beasts to find that measure of dimension beyond the mind’s eye. Yes, I am that guy and you fortunately may choose to deal with it or hit the road a bit and find a bit less of me in the next quadrant. Smart Cities do not necessarily dictate that Wise people will populate them. AI will dismiss me as irrelevant while God looks upon one of His skeleton keys.

Like a book that I so cherished that I just could not forget or mistake I made so many times that I never could regret, this love of mine for you my dear will never be forfeit I’ll stand this ground til glory comes beyond the last sunset.

Like an angel who finds wonder in everything that God does or the man who finds great pleasure in Him who will be, Is and Was this Love I feel is tempered steel cultured, strong and true it’s made to last forever cause darling I love you.

Like the Well that gives you water when the day is long and sun is strong and your whistler runs so dry I will be your fire’s fodder to feed your hope up and down each slope without a question why. Like the joy that conquers sadness I will be your laugh as your other half until He calls us to the sky.

Like a dream that keeps unfolding as it leads around time’s bend or heart that’s been so broken it is always seems to mend or a faith that keeps on growing through the goodness we defend This Love for you is like eternity it’s never going to end.

Like His Word it keeps on Giving and never seems to fail through the sands of time the winters and even in summer’s hail like a strong south wind you fill me and give life to my sail when this story is finally written it truly will be a tale.

Due to external pressure of this world upon your lifestyle you found it imperative at this juncture to acknowledge the need for assistance, protection and hope as your talents, treasure and courage have been found insufficient. Many of your friends with whom you have always maintained distance are Christ Followers and though previously you embraced the idea of ties with them now you are looking to them for answers. They have always displayed an inexplicable method of dealing joyously with trials and tragedies of life, a fact you have often admired but you thought their positivity during good times way outside your comfort zone. I mean who parades around proclaiming joy when times are good it made little sense to you.

However circumstance dictates that you reach outside of comfort or norm and embrace those things which though foreign have obviously provided consistent peace of mind for those you now acknowledge as Brethren not just casual friend. You have found comfort in fellowship and although you still feel an outsider you now see the benefits of believing upon something beyond yourself, someone beyond time providing the context for an absolute Truth. However you now feel real funny because you are not sure if you believe though you sing the songs and do Bible studies you still feel as if this is the positive side of conspiracy theories and that these people may need a little psychiatric assistance. What happens when things get better you admit for certain you will simply revert to the lifestyle of a Christian by name only.

But things keep getting worse and you are now being forced to make some real decisions about faith and hope that you never expected. The evidence is that things are not going to get better only continually deteriorate, leaving you gratefully with some decisions you least expected. You read something that really strikes you from the teachings of Jesus, He said, “For which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? Luke 14:28 and you suddenly comprehend that not only is this meant for you but He knew that you would be right here at this point today. You become mindful of the commitment that Jesus is demanding and you begin to fear Him a bit for having the shear authority to require such surrender. Now those friends you made make sense as they come along side you and explain that is always choice but surrender to God’s Will has always been the Only Way.

That sudden inkling of fear opens up an entire universe you’d yet to ponder, for in fearing God you find the keys to wisdom that emboldens you to read and understand more of His Word through the Holy Spirit’s guidance. What you had once sought to escape you now find difficult to imagine dislodging. You have become comfortable in your Inn of the Holy Acquaintance and now begin to wonder how other people can survive in this World gone Awry with the Security and Sense that God alone provides. You laugh as it seems just yesterday that you were uncertain regarding the things of God and always keeping a side door open for escape and now you have boarded up the side door to create a place for you to study, worship and teach your children of God’s Goodness.

What you thought foolishness now you perceive as righteous life. Your friends give to you without expectation of return, your kids actually want to be around you and suddenly began asking for your opinion and guidance. This morning you received insight into the ministry issue you had lain before God only to have him provide immediate response. It was Yes and Amen and you are excited by the opportunities to serve God and locate personal fulfillment, where just hours before your plans all had to with retirement. You have been invited to participate in Street, Hospital, Food and Homeless ministries and you cannot imagine stopping or turning away for your true purpose. What now will you say about being saddled with the burdens of false Christian Faith? You turn and smile as you whisper to God, thank you for turning me into “someone else” forever.

Relief in not wanting, this is freedom. Knowing that all need shall be provided releases us from the pursuit of happiness of things. Mercy, Love, Grace and Hope are free, but also are the things that God offers that carry you from trial to trial, good or terse, better or worse. Certainly I may not eat hope or drink mercy but then again what is belief upon God’s Provision but the partaking of His Food the Word. This world is neither bothersome nor delight, but a mixture of those necessary elements to transform the content of our making in the desired result of God’s intention. I will see rest at day’s end, how then may I familiarize myself with it’s objectives and impact?

This day was another day, but one with stimuli to pressure us to forget, weep, smile or retreat based upon our own perspective. It was not the day that controlled, measured or changed the man but entirely the reaction to those aspects which the day delivered. Is then the only freedom found in the man who has been severed from the feeding tube of humanity’s quest? Or may a man of measure and treasure make himself free by purchasing the space to remain so. What then is the rest if I must run from responsibility of societal reaction or rise above social interaction having enough manna to surround myself with myself and sequester to the company of those who make me feel free? Is this true rest?

Have you forgiven the man who did the worst thing to you ever? Have you forgiven yourself for not forgiving him? Is this a battle to remember with whom I remain angry? Have I sold my Psychic storage for the price of never forgetting being forced to taste of captivity, whilst in so doing indefinitely, incarcerating myself? I just don’t want and those things I do want are laid before the Throne of Grace where God may be the arbiter of my good will. The things I ask for are the things He says He would have me pursue. This world truly has little for me but you. You are the treasure of this journeys wander. What more would I want then to receive heirship to the Crowns of the Most High. No material thing compares to the knowledge of spending eternity with Him and you. My body shall be provided for, my interest piqued, my mysteries answered and my health assured in this battle for the wholeness of humanity. I wait for Him and pave the ground and plant the seed of His certain return. Seeing the joy of that realization and the freedom achieved in each heart that finds rest is the only Freedom I have ever known.

I wish to serve, is that ironic freedom? I wish to blend but am way too bright to hide this light that shines from my eyes and heart, is that captivity? There is nothing worthy of my passing but that which leaves a mark on eternity, is that Freedom to know that one shall live forever? Or would I rather leave a tombstone, a Book, song or comic that will effect others’ for a time then be torn, thrown away or forgotten as my disappearance lengthens. No my freedom here is found in not wanting Here at all. My Freedom comes in knowing where I am going in permanence and that this God who gave me that choice and that Gift says that He will provide for all of my needs according to His riches and glory by Christ Jesus. That’s Freedom.

I write sometimes in the middle of the night, often with little light to keep perspective within sight. The fight is real and meant to hurt each loss we feel as we lose our shirt. When victory is certain the things that are hurtin stop flirtin with the skirt and shroud of disaster and despair. It was never fair as we lose more hair we begin to see from here to there. Each step a choice in silent voice as we rejoice to have the chance to make them. Stepping light into the darkest part of night, intent to take just one last bite at getting it right.

Swing for the fence if you’ve got any sense the catcher’s dense and the pitcher is dreaming of non stop exposure. In closure we will make for the mountains of sorrow on the morrow to borrow a little pinch of madness from Sister Bizarro and a cup full of despair from those yet come aware with fire in their hair and leaves on their blouse, stuck in the house with a gripe and grouse. My toes are aligned. Stated proper while hanging upside down beneath a chopper there’s nothing that gold has on copper except for the whopper and cars it can proffer. The dance of a man without myth who has yet to find the will to romance, perchance askance with a flame at the leg of his pants.

Clutch tight to hearts and fights long forgotten will add to horizon’s unending. These are the dreams we’ve been given to reside on the other side of hope’s aspiration. Washing in the rekindled fire of Spirit’s cleansing, fulfilling the promise to all. Seen listing in port the long and the short of a call to the landing unannounced and ill received. Sail set to the land of regret but forgiveness intercepts us. This is neither romance nor intellectual deconstruction of the mysteries of my existence, but a proud picture painted by Almighty reflection His desire for my passing through time. One way ride with Wisdom as my guide I got to reason or call to hide as we were meant for bride.

Reaching back inside of mind sifting among discarded thought for the reason and purpose of your proposal. Abstaining such and prolonging benchmarks the willies and hackles of warning pepper the nape of my neck with danger signals. Why don’t I trust you? Is it gut, absent documentary evidence or pedigree? No it is far more superior in quality and dependence, it is the Holy Spirit of God telling me to consider you, “Cloud without rain”, stained by the World yet claiming Brotherhood of Saints without crops to verify that inclusion.

I used to play by rules I thought considerate, considering the prevalence of time remaining to weed out those falsely joining the familiarity of Brethren. As the time counts its urgent pulse upon the back walls of my Brain Housing I am forced to incline my ear to God’s direction that there is no time remaining to spent with those false to Truth and reckoning. Your fruit is fowl, your mouth the same and either I hear your cries to diminish someone’s character or to breed and sow argument, despair and contention among God’s beloved. As Shepherd you shall now receive warning, and the sling, hook or staff shall follow. Wolf leave the sheep for they are God’s.

It does not hinder love to look upon you without your mask or shadow? I remain in loving Grace offered to you and prayers that your time spent with the enemies of God will be productive in chasing you back to the Lord with Cries of Mercy and forgiveness. These are not times for us to prattle. Your money, fame and self sense shall serve you well as servant to the temporary Lord of this Earth, that is until the Title Deed is Transferred to Hand of Second Adam. Then perhaps and only then will you ponder your mischance and realize the predicament I have repeatedly called to your resistant attention. This is a place of Power not a membership club or a place to find hot dates. The Power you find inviting as we heal, resurrect, intervene and provide for those seeking God’s deliverance. It is not be found for annual dues.

I hereby refuse any delight in the road you must travel but instead pray that God’s will is perfectly served in its walking. You shan’t walk among US Brother. Some things are painful but best for those who have been continually painted, tainted and poisoned by your passing. I cannot bless your attempts for they have been measure, Mene, Mene Tekel upharsin, is what comes to mind in your celebration of blessings you may stop to think the wrath you have been storing up for that great day. We do not wish you poorly nor that mercies forsake you just that we have done our part and now it is right to turn you loose from the company of men and women who want nothing more than to serve God Faithfully

My sadness is happily less saddened by your response to paint me bludgeon and maintain the halo above thine own intention without compromise to Truth. I make no judgements for that is not my position nor my desired authority. I am a shepherd watching over the 99 and going after the one. Unfortunately I found that I could not leave the 99 safely with some who would shear them in my absence. Praise Be to God for His Mercies and Devotion which endure for ever and ever. May you find the destination for His Creation and purpose for you in this life. In the Great Name of Jesus Christ the King.

The dark, bid us enter. Reluctantly eager for promised bait, we stepped cross threshold hoping to follow the scent of passion aroused and hungers satiated. As sandaled feet slowly felt for sure footing the world fell away and we descended into the Black of Waiting NIGHT, OH endless night. The star within our hearts called us to focus upon a seed of light beyond the curve of silky-black stone’s reflection, we married hope and promised no divorce.

Where had reason expired, discernment returned to shelf and promise been drowned by pursuit of selfish matter? Why had dawn been forgotten, the colors of hope spread cross marbled horizon lose its luster to eyes amazed by the Color’s of God’s Creation? What new dreams purchased for the price of perfection, unity, forever? Had love given way to pure thirst and hunger for something to fill mind’s stomach? What there resides beyond the value of priceless?

So fallen we had thought to be our pitch and yaw transversed to impossible slope toward baseline. Caution absent in the helplessly descending thoughts pitched to prison, collision and catastrophe. Gone in day filled with moments that should have been silenced them forgotten we hold history true to the ideas of backslidden and lost to the envelope of dark. But what is beyond the waiting arms of Almighty? What timeline denies him access, what world is too far from his remembrance, what authority grand enough to hold captive that which belongs to HIM ALONE?

Riven of worry, cause, excuse and folly, I knelt for standing was forever beyond my capability as I humbly remembered before whom i currently genuflected. Mind beyond clear for fear of even thinking a word and Him Knowing. Even now I knew He knew even that which had never come to mind or that which I could not find in the list of those things one should say in God’s Presence. Founded Dumb, unspeakable of spoken, realizing the extent of my slumber I hoped to find rest but knew my day and hour of discipline stood before me. For but God I would be eternally fallen, challenging the eternals depths of abyss, gone for none but me to remember.

What had come of my self-paced measuring? Had unknown valuation been found among the ruin of road to foolishness? Was anything old or new discovered for display and review by those present for my revealing? No alone, naked, cold, tired, now hungered for God’s forgiveness I hovered into cowering mass. I should rightly be forgotten for having stepped so far to desperation and quest for fleshly wonder, but instead I found the resounding voice of welcome upon my heart, ear and bone. A light so intensely invisible which I could not for the loss of existence focus shone upon me igniting my spirit and inoculating every cell with God’s Brilliance and being. i would not be undone but transformed beyond the reaches of principles invested in man’s wicked pursuit. From cave to Throne’s foot I had risen without reason, or worth or time, I now fell toward light and humbly sought welcome within his footsteps, knowing nothing more right than that which my plight had begotten in service to the Son.

River’s heart to ramble, bumbling, babbling and raging in search of greater bodies. The seas please don’t tease with idol traffic. For potency is Prince and perish is for the wanton. Wisdom’s course from which there shall not be divorce nor recourse to horse the bridle’s tightened. Leave this prodigal be in the pig pods and familiar nods of those sodden with burden’s angry passing. To lasso wandering stars using Mars as slingshot we rocket to a pocket of souls bound for the poles of quantum intervention. All roads lead to the Will of Him who sent them, bound by convergence of impartiality.

Whisper not but yell of mystery’s understanding that we may find hope in the midst of slavery to centripetal commitment. Crushed by gravity’s unbearable breast nearly incapable to open pupil to pause this portion of Pauper’s parade. To serenade the Queen of loves so bright into depth of night and shallow morn, where dawn yawns to fealty’s fawn and sky seeks flight’s captivity. Frozen in hours while moments whiz by playing with our taffyed hearts. Winter’s race to face the winds of time’s quest to end all reason. When season comes for corn or plums there’s no sense to be so dense in planting.

Does He call or invite to wondrous ball where halls all are ivory and gold nothing so bold as an answer in whit to whence we remit our regret. Forgetting the promise of hope we look to the farm’s purpled cloud hanging so proudly displayed for all that’s been made providing some shade for dandy and daughter. At hip’s launching the saddle skips beats to the chomping bit sitting sideways on cupid’s incisor. The bite of great Love send forth dove to find proof of flood’s ebbing tide as bride to my joyous projection. Reflect if we must on watercolor or bust indecent we trust as halls to our fancy have reasoned.

Relief said the Brine throat blessed with wine pressed from the grapes of God’s Patience. Insatiable it seems with glory colored dreams and steam’s misty magic on cotton. Forgotten from whence and from what sense I gathered the hill of beans for which we fight. Not wanting right but for Wrong’s loss. We toss those ill fated dice upon marbled madness hoping upon probability’s kindness and the gentleness of random fate’s provision. I am not wed to this insanity of anticipation based on nightmarish reasoning, flavored by experiential seasoning of men who’ve not escape pubescent poverty. Depth is the sound by fathom or pound for which men seek the landing within pastures of promised green hollow.