A dusty page of prophecy pulled over a tv screen, when all along discounting the Truth we should have seen. In freedom there is wonder and wander to and fro, never taking time to acknowledge the way we were meant to go. In distance there is complexity of ignorance and doubt, never admitting in our self worship what closeness is all about. You see I was designed to walk in clarity, revelation and the Truth but often followed folly and the perceptions of my youth.

Oh, how far I have sauntered away from God led by my Pride, knowing as I grow older how often I could have died, Protected in my ignorance as if it could ever be labeled bliss, what demonstration of the Loving could be greater found than this? And in my obfuscation, deliberation and certain self, I left the brilliant guidance of His Direction to gather dust upon the shelf. Inclusive administration, diverse in our intent clearly shows our foolishness represented as intent.

What is the price of return to frazzled thinking, linking all of our victimization to drugs, or sex or drinking? Am I guided by my sin the yearning deep within, not subject to accountability as my ancestor’s had clearly been? What is this newfound entitlement and surety of station that threatens our own families and the foundation of this nation? Where have we taken liberty, wisdom and understanding, that it cries to be released from our current understanding? Each time I try to justify the works I’ve done in dark I am embarking on the hopeless excuses the journeys of a lark.

This is not so rare, some exception from the course, nor is the loss of reason part of some contested debate or uncontested divorce. We knew where we were headed when we veered away from God the fact that He didn’t stop us seems all together odd. Two steps from the slope of which we are so fond that leads to stinking swamp or deadly silent pond. So measure clearly your departure your journey or your search as you stand there all alone on your ungodly worship perch. The church of imagination is an island made of sand a place that no one ventures when they seek to make a stand. This land of God’s resistance is built upon the Rock, An Aged piece of mountain that is measured by eternity not by any clock.

When you seek the World’s Summit the high place of our lives you’ll find it in humility where the truth of God revives.. In the War’s enbding you’ll see redemption that Christ sacrifice hsa bought not the glory and incandescence that your previous journey wrought. I bought the legislation, the lies and all the prose and wandered down the boulevard where everybody goes. But when I found the skinny path I knew it led to God and every other pathway became darkened, false and odd. So on this road to my salvation I hope that we shall meet replete in our hopefulness that victory has replaced defeat.