Love, life’s breath. No icicle silhouette of frozen form. Warmth, blood, fuel existential fire. Unforced muse, into the river of destination flowing to fill the waiting container of memory. Fairness inept, anger misspoken and comfort customary to accommodating term. Fallen not from a perch erected to falsehood, but fully expectant of gathering arms below. These are the inclinations of expectant hope in Man’s mooring.

Charged as the ramparts of stolen betrothal. Acquiescence a fearing fable, knowing that the sands of time be blown apart in our assembly. There can be no quarter offered or accepted. As in dynamic tales of yesteryear, no room for stoppage. Rampage the tethered til lashings fray then the bond of captivity be torn asunder, leaving bare the hope in eternity’s wake. As seasons be drawn and quartered for age’s review, in mastery the prey taken for greater understanding. What is the Will of my making?

Plunge deep into the complex nature of each universe. We are found described in the swollen and pregnant flux of mass and acceleration. Born upon pages yet written, spelled out in word of our adoration, leaving nothing for repose, laying bare the heart of unperishing passion. From fabled resolve emerging from the garden’s of first fruit’s planting. Bounty and bud leaping forth to light and sunburnt stage. We ask for naught for all is freely given. Caught up in the wind’s gone chasing time.

There is no horror in that which is perfect only awe and angst as treble master’s base’s cleft. From what day is it that we have been delivered. Not feared but respected to kneel so kindly at the Throne of God. These are not whispers but roars of love for which their is no shy appeal, to be heard and remembered as some would say undying. Waxing thick the intention of man’s standing upon a hill belonging to our favor. In Just requite we fought not for valor, land or power but to announce the immortality of Love.

Love has no exception. There are no laws against caring for God’s People. Has God commanded that you refrain from its provision? There is no however to follow, no but, no circumstance where I a part of Creation deem myself equal to God submitted my unholy interpretation of that which God has Created in Sovereign Perfection. My hubris is inadequate to believing myself capable of countermanding, critiquing or editing God’s Message on any level. I will not do it nor will I believe that in my pontification that I may influence God in any way to do that which is outside of His Will for Mankind.

We are dangerously close to mocking God on our current political stage. Today it was suggested that “We bring God back into our Society”. My reaction of momentary astounding turned quickly to concern and prayer to God for Mercy. This statement displays a presumption and a radical misunderstanding of man’s relationship with our Maker. He is God and I am not. I do not bring God into anything especially into a society that has backslidden from His Holy Word and Commandments precipitously. There is no world or good outcome from such ignorance concerning God and our current predicament.

We are a moment where God’s Love is sufficient in Grace, but our acceptance of that Grace presumes a supplication/humility on the part of the recipients. We do not bring God back we beg Him to take US back after the adulterous, self Worship and lunatic wickedness we have wantonly displayed in our selfish pursuit of sin and lascivious behavior. Now this may be a bit over descriptive on my part but I believe it essential or foundational to our problems at hand. This rabid misunderstanding of God’s Sovereignty is the Root apparent of the near attempted dissolution of our Constitutional Republic with inerrant Rights entirely dependent upon the understanding of Sovereignty.

Let’s for example say we want to “Bring” Back God into our society. What campaign or business plan will be offered by eager politicians to legislate God back into the Society which banished Him? Will it be as effective as the plan to remove Him has been? Did we ask Him when we decided to backslide from His Hand of Blessing? Did we take an carefully orchestrated strategic and tactical march as we proceeded from the things of God? No we simply exercised the same arrogance and declared our own ventures more important than the reverent relationship of WORSHIP and Love we showed God for His provision, protection and promise. To believe that we can simply state that we want to “Bring God Back” is testimony to our ignorance.

God tells US in HIS WORD how to return to Him and be healed. It is not something done by our simply proclamation of that importance it is done in Humility, Truth and Sincere Contrition for our departure from His Loving Grace. God does not even need to listen to this Adulterous Nation. He will listen to the humble Cries of those serious about our offenses against Him, but even that is no guarantee of God’s “Return” to this nation. It is not upon our own proclamation, intention or righteousness that God does anything. It is entirely based upon HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS, His Promise and His Longsuffering to demonstrate His Mercy and Grace upon the obedient such that those who are disobedient will see it and Glorify HIM. Are we willing to be obedient? Doubtful.

So we are arrogant and disobedient. Considering those two factors there is zero chance of God returning to US whether or not clever Politicians proclaim that we need Him back in our Society. He chose US not the other way around. The only hope we have of once again becoming a Godly Nation is found in His Transforming Hand. Point blank, without a radical departure from our arrogance, ignorance and disobedience why would God hear our business or mission statement? He won’t.

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. His way is the only way we will ever find our way back into God’s Mercy and Grace as a nation.

Just so many roles and expectations none of which once asking me for my input. Not that everything rises or falls on the waves that I cast in this pond but that they are at least recognized. Towers of Babylon and the Mighty Men that built them gather attention and wonder, capturing eyes and attention for their un Godly attempts to outstrip our Maker and yet none wish to hear of those saving Children or making old people laugh. Where has the heart of man gone, that the humble heroic things that made our Grand Father’s cheer have become insignificant, unworthy even boring.

Men took beaches with a picture of their Wives’, Children and dog tucked tightly in a wallet on the top of their footlocker shelf. Not wanting to lose the only reminder of home as they debarked the amphibious vehicle striking the beach in the shallow waters of some East Pacific Island. All done for the promise of continued normalcy, knowing its definition to be the greatest gifts received or achieved in this Short life. They took lives and left numerous friends and any fantasy about the glories of War on those distant shores only to find that crumbled photo as the priceless reward for not dying on that stretch of land.

We are not blessed with perfect pitch, nor the genius of empiric physics but we do have the will to surrender to a power much kinder than the gifting in our lonely hearts. He makes it bearable for the men who never could or would be able to fit in regardless of intention. We all believe that our cause is just, our works noble and our footfalls worthy of inscription in the concrete history of man’s making. But most of us are just joes some with a fair bit of luck and good sense to say yes to a good job or woman, responsible by the common sense God gave them to make a bold play at the treasure of normalcy.

Who am I too wish limits on the rules and drama placed upon me as good conduct requirement for friendship, Family or comradery? I am answerable to the King who sees through me, is that not enough? Must I cave to every whim, word or lottery list? Played too many houses feeding the crowd just for approval, acceptance or worse yet pride to do the old soft show now with balance gone and shoes near dust. This Song is not for you but For Him and I fail to see why I owe an explanation as to my choice of keys, the tears streaming my cheeks or the joy of each fulfilling Word. Some things are done for lust, money or fame, but this is done out of love for All that God IS.

I will fight with an abandon lost to most when Courage flees. For this life is His and War is an awful thing spending the breath and life of God upon Quests to take the same from others. The Path is never set except for those who find God’s Will imperfect. For in His discretion have Divine Appointments been set to keep me on the Skinny Path of His splendid Will for my transformation. An small bounty that should laugh as that somehow makes me daft. For in so being I have seen beyond the cage of Brilliance. Out where the sea meets the reason for time’s beginning and the roadway beyond the last second’s tick.

I do not love you to fulfill some need for valor, nor to portray my works as those of a man God calls Good. For I have seen the miserable heart and slander of my own heart and season. There is one thing Good in me and that is Him. My penchant for long bloated repass and seismic explanation are stark contrasted evidence of the insecurities of self. Reasonable men to not avatars avail, not crumble at the argument of purpose and song, but live them without explanation or pity’s prancing. No excuse owed for being what God made me. No pride involved, no adulation lost, no trophy surrendered. These are the gifts that lead to immortality, the humble thoughts of work given and sanctioned by a King we are glad to serve knowing the cost, whatever it appears is worth the acquisition.

Moribund missives of mourning and marrow’s raw. Constructed in cavalcade to escape erosive access by feelings and perishing property. Relinquish to steely grip upon madness and wanton relief. Made privy to sorceries blend of seven sacred sacraments and laws of levied grace. Contorted credence and maddening mandate designed for the constriction of freedom’s Wrought access to plenty and promise of passion in mercy’s misinterpretation. Where are the pensive untethered? Lost in the labyrinthine laboratories and galley holds of pirate’s passing.

Release the skirted prose tied up next to unappreciated rhetoric, found lost in the reaches of unelected monarchs. Blood and family prize tainted with the misconduct of selective integrity. Historically pleasing yet lacking evidence and occurrence. The sheep to heaven’s fold gathered for the Master’s Meaning. Delivered from the branches and page of faulty tome, relieved from the pressure of cauldron’s cook. Shaken by the fellowship of Brethren un Fathered, ill and cognizant of timing’s hand of correction and click. Wrong on the level’s that most make its measure. Of weather and daylight to which watches are wound. The sound of fury’s engulfing maw of fawning fastidiousness.

Demon’s in moral contempt find laughter and purchase in the impure heart of the few against the many. What days have glazed their eyes to poison’s potent and pallets craving absinthian forms? Willows hail the fall of all that embraces truth and piety. Men of ill repute have swallowed whole the bastions and protectorates of innocence. Consuming dungeons and cells of desperation’s dare lie pregnant to man’s lacking faith and courage. Drawn and quartered resolve is dividing motionless and penniless upon the stone felled perches. Birds un-heckled, wingless and forgotten chirp the song of misery to a forgotten parish, perishing in the languid, ubiquitous super fluence of naughtiness.

Access the impossible, in moments so torrid and barren that bones without sinew are bright white in the gleaming sun’s of darkness. Reconstruct the sadness upon which in-human’s feast and fear. The Polished night glowing dark and inky black shall never speak again against its Owner. Petrol for the flames of deepened resolve and epoch in its swelling, kindled virtue and that which Moss prohibits on stumbling men and tumbling stones. Beyond reproach the findings of the court’s good measure and pleasured clamor of those in holy attendance. What joy at the Brightness of His Coming even whispered as the curtain pulls back in revelation to show that even if world’s be lost to righteousness He alone stands as evidence of All Truth.

What tune plays out its rhythm in your waking heart? Upon which hill does your Spirit stand heralding, defending or weeping the passage or pontification of your internal melody? Where is the music guiding your parade? What field of battle plays your hymn’s proclaiming the gathering of your troops to win the day for valor? Where is the song of your heart and to which end does it point?

To be found faithful is to be accounted with the Spirit that made all things. Earnest and steadfast describe the basis from which a man is so inclined. To be there when all else should be expected to run, ignore or avoid. This is the man who wants Sovereign determinism to counter all that assaults in this temporary plane. When all else fails and falters Faithful is found fiery and true.

Are we faithful when our children have need, do we ignore the wife’s need or demand? Our maker never leaves, fails or ignores. Certainly there are times when the answer NO is appropriate and expected, but that is the nature of a loving Dad who comes to aid and discipline as needed to guide, moor and prepare. Where is the space for them who have no such calling upon their soldered heart?

Family, is the catch phrase of those who surround in unconditional love and may be stolen by insurgents who will provide for yours when you would not. Faithful is to do that which is not personally rewarding as sacrificial understanding of putting those we love or the nation we defend before our own lives, pockets or breath. Having lost the benefit of Family we search far and wide for substitute never thinking that we in fact have left that which maintain the bond of human glue.

In a quest for peace and understanding thereof, we must account for the provision in steadfast defense of those things we were given in Divine provision. There is no substitution for Family whether by blood of birth or rebirth found. No greater gift then the support and security of those who will surround you no matter what the trial. Something that never leaves is perhaps greatest gift, not of weakness but of resemblance to glory.

Our God is the anchor to which all things may remain attached throughout storm or rage of war. He will never leave nor abandon on field of battle, despair or captivity. This is the model from which we launch our campaign into the world. A faithfulness that is impossible to copy without the indwelling of the “Earnest of our Salvation” living within procuring us the impossible. I do not care to whom I have chosen allegiance for it is in my resolve to defend them that the reward be found. Are we faithful to God, Country and Family? Perhaps that should be our focal point of greatest concentration when seeking to return to those things that kindled the fire of greatness within US.

In a temporary existence, ideological forays and departure from sound precaution and good footing are inarguably the greatest waste of time, treasure and talent known to man. Trying on those ideas of men who have passed into eternal rest or separation is tantamount to testing the smell and stubbornness of moth eaten cloaks. Leave the whims of bearded men gone bye in the annals of that which once did not work and thrice will be absolute misery in failure.

We are so short lived that an internal understanding of the value to each moment dictates a rapid discernment in efficacy of those foundations to which we cling. Folly, though sometimes entertaining lacks the glory and refinement of solid educational and rational pursuit. Laughing, though spirit pleasuring should never be target of ones hounding wisdom. For truth is not most frequent found in humor but rather in the depth of challenge, remorse and emotional provocation. The joy is a guidance mechanism to overcome the gravity of mortal response to tragedy, as well, a continual/constant reminder of the sanctification gift found within tribulation.

Lost love hurts but to resume relations simply to remander the edifying wound of its passing is repetitive at best and at worst akin to insanity. Calculating like variables and constants in hope of returning alternative output is as always a fool’s errand. Such is the path of man looking for maturity or to utilize the moments of this short life to their fullest. It is never good for us to be alone with our own counsel unless that advisor has been constructed upon gathering of superior or quality tested knowledge. Simply aligning oneself with prose, ideal or patron to form some kindred bond is never adequate reason rather demonstration of the lack thereof.

What we have discovered in our quest for immortal understanding is that thoughts wither and die in the temporal realm when borne of male venture to be known or become common within the mouths of men. And to repeat those things which God has best told all, thinking our own words sufficient to claim these ideas as our own is theological plagiarism. As this world which I did not make unfolds before my hungry eyes, I am continually amazed at endless capacity to astound and clarify through mysterious delivery the simple fact of how very little I ever knew.

We have had the philosophical arguments for centuries. The Social contract may either be based upon the History of Man and his laws, ideals or empiricism or it may be based upon God’s Commandments and teachings of the Bible. There are no other bases upon which to anchor the agreement of man to abide by certain principles with respect to his neighbor’s rights. We must choose subjectivity in a vote to determine what are the acceptable qualities of man or rely upon the objective, inerrant, sovereign nature of God upon which to base these laws and equivalents.

In America our founders sided with Locke, believing that there is no other foundation for fair and equitable laws than that which have come from the Judeo-Christian position and History. They could have chosen mother nature, man’s legal history or the Monarchs of France and England but they chose God. Effectively arguing that we must chose a point in the universe that has no flux by which to anchor that ideals of man who is in constant attitude of change and direction. The danger of our modern day theorist is that they have opened up the alternate path of relying upon Artificial Intelligence gods upon which to base the Social Contract of our immediate path to the future.

There are many questions raised by this new willingness to trust the machine over man and relegate God to the category of limited charge over the universe He crafted. This is a dangerous period where we really do not know what will happen and have little criteria upon which to make prediction. They are so disinclined to respect God’s Word that they will once again delve into the realm of Pandora opening Garages and Boxes that contain potential destruction in a lust to avoid God’s Judgment and Sovereignty. Foolishness may rule in this world but may not demand that we follow it into Abandon. Men have always had choice and though it may cost life or treasure these are the decisions that our Founding Fathers made to maintain the continuance of righteous humanity.

We are at a precipice into which we may jump or from which we made retreat. It is always about the choices before US that determine the resilience and potential for mankind. We must ask ourselves are we willing to roll the dice and take a chance that the miracles which come upon us from the dark closets of man’s pursuit are not frightful, dangerous and potentially fatal to the fate of our species. This is what they appear prepared to embark upon. To me God is the right choice, not because I want to somehow reflect my desire for escape from His Sovereign hand, but because we know that in the promise of His eventual wrath upon Wickedness we find the best in Man reserve. I would beckon man to take purchase and study in God’s Promises and Plan rather than venture into the cold and dark caverns of witchcraft, fate and transhumanism. For if your disbelief in God is your only evidence to this being a sound undertaking then you have forfeited any hope that your argument was valid from its inception. God is known and just because you wish to ignore and avoid Him does not present any adequate cause why mankind should join you in this folly.

This nation has one Hope of Revival and Healing to maintain this constitution we so proudly hail as Divine Gifting. That choice is a back azimuth trek to rejoin the skinny path of God’s Anointing. There is no answer in the dark but darkness to surround them in their rash pursuits as they suffer the unkind fury of the fiery emptiness of God’s Contempt. I see the wisdom and the sound discussion of the Founding Fathers and believe that we should rather waste our time rehashing their refined arguments to arrive at similar conclusion, than pursue to promise of the arrogant in their relentless lust for conquest and power to dominate all mankind. God Promises they demand. God is Patient they seek to cull those of whom they disapprove or believe unworthy of feed and care. These are decisions that should not be poorly ventured or too long left unresolved. For God make US and only He knows what is righteous, best and true. May this nation Turn our faces back to Him in contrition and truth for there alone resides our health and rebirth, within the loving and fearful Hands of God Almighty. In Jesus Name.

The days of measure have come. Some standing tall against fear most fleeing or begging for human resolution through false peace and unanchored hope. Fall prey to the mercies of men without conviction, seared by the caustic call of power to their waiting hunger. All remember the days when children lived their innocence without threat on tranquil hills, woods and search for salamander. What then of hope? It burns brightly in the distance for all who are attracted by its lighted Beacon of Brilliance.

Stand tall against the winds and tide of changing allegiance and time. There is no praise for the man or woman absent serving the emotional discharge of this or that internal gland or chemical imbalance. Free is clear and clear is the day within the minds of those who have chosen victory over purchase and promise over unproven peace. These are men of dis-allegiance making oaths to the darkness and those who suck out the light. Enormity is the call of tomorrow as the gravity of all planets held together by the laminin within them align with the power which holds all purpose.

Seek not safe harbor in fasting seas. Hasten to windy points and welcome disarray. This incongruence with the Mercy found in Heaven will call out to the hands that set the clocks of time at first day. Beckon the storm that has reached our hearts knowing the power within it to clarify every heart, revealing the unbroken. Into the depths of ages spread asunder we seek solace in the midst of foray threatening to consume the universe in wrath. Our petulance wishes to be master but patron participant is mustered nonetheless. To the unfolding we attend. The panoramic display of God’s revelation in long suffering extended to a body that will never understand.

Lord of all honor, grace and consequence, come hither to attend to starting guns and trumpet. As misanthrope’s of madness believe themselves beyond tether and plans poignant. Seek missive to minister’s pre positioned along the arc of lesion’s beneath the sight of man. Tear apart the tectonics and foundation. Take footing from false and leave those upon the Rock’s core alone. These are the moments meant to shake all moorings and set to sea the aspirations of the wicked to dream no more and find no bite upon the willing or inviolate. Preach hunger to them who have eternity’s filling. And thirst to men freed from the slake of Earthly toil. For this is the reckoning of intention. Yours against the Will of God.