No say so. Will retreat to never be accused of the evils with the world has so effectively wounded/contaminated your heart. There is no criticism in loving care only a desire to protect and heal.

You were not sought out. Coming voluntarily as you approached, seeking to answer the call of Spirit upon that heart, how then is anyone wrong in trying to provide comfort, encouragement and council?

Appears to be no win situation. However, even if there is fault gainfully admitted it will be turned to good by God for loving Him and seeking His Purpose. You sought, the best was done in offer of that direction.

Just a broken vessel of humanity answering the Call of God upon this heart to tell the wonderful story of a healing Gospel none of which was written in this man’s poor penmanship. Acknowledged failure before starting.

These are not the miracles of men but the elements of God’s Power given by prayer, fasting and supplication before the throne. Never pronounced or formed retribution or curse, merely wishes for conformity to God’s Will for each of us.

Never could save ourselves. No false sense of piety or power that somehow any idea I proffer may save us from anything this world seeks to infect. Jesus is the only name that saves no matter the perspective.

Frozen in the fragments and memories of worlds toppled, ideas squandered and assets lost for the simple quest of self elevation. There is no world where the things you would accuse are in any way consistent with God’s Will.

The World is doing what it must, infected by sin, tainted, unholy, fields ready for the harvest and return of Christ Jesus. This coming Wrath is not of the enemy but of God for though patient for the ages He has had enough. Nearly time to return to collect His Bride and set the foundation for Everlasting Rule and Reign upon the Throne of Father’s Promise. Nearly time for the Name above All Names to be worshiped in the Glory deserved before Time itself began.

Out of sync. That is understatement and even now the presence of God’s Holy Spirit in the body appears the rare state of man. The Body, having been deceived into false worship and departure from sound doctrine is run by and entrusted to the false prophets, teachers and men who would usurp a position next to or above the Father. All is wrong when marking twain of our hearts we know the world to be inconsistent with all that is right and True.

Fooled by my own self-idolatry. Believing that this heart is the only one remaining without the taint of wickedness. All that is good within or about me came from the heaven’s above. There is no righteousness in my own will but in my desire and unwanton comfort in the Will of God, doing the works set before me by His Passion and Provision. Fool no more, having sought the wisdom of God’s Promise that I may buy that which is beyond the tempt and eye value of Gold.

This life is nothing to write home about, leaving me emptied, displeased and unfulfilled in the gathering of all that it promises is the pinnacle of worldly existence. I don’t belong and though that should bring sadness it gives me joy to look forward to the country that is coming. Knowing that yearning, gnashing of heart and teeth is not my quest for separation but the promise of an everlasting Home in the presence of God Almighty. For that I am filled to overflowing with Righteous Joy and Spirit.

Nearly time, not simply a feeling, but matching the Word we were given of all that has been, IS and WILL BE. The season is upon me and I cannot put to insufficient word the presence of Joy beyond description. Perhaps it is the knowledge that each time this joy appears it is that wonderful invitation to walk In/With the Spirit that dwells within me. As Temple of God’s presence I am acquainted with Him, by Him and through Him in each step, Word or faithful action taken. Yes, Nearly there, Nearly there.

Awakened to see the cause of my mortality. Testing the breezes by the length that it appeases me. When I go morphing, I am surprised by transformation. In the beginning the light was awaiting a command. I try to understand. If none of it were planned. How are the cannons always manned the sand so ready to ride in every pocket or slip through every hand? It’s time to find a band to flame the fires that we’ve fanned.

Sitting up to sip from my favorite cup. Hands the only appendage warmed, the mystery is formed in passion and twisting the plot keeps resisting as my tears begin misting, coffee two-fisting. The riddle becomes unwound without damsel or loud sound. I see tomorrow become today without a word about the play, no matter the words I think to say. Silence comes upon the lambs the ewes and then the rams. It is easier to end this way.

Seek and you will find clear your will and then your mind if you ere don’t hit rewind for the prayers that you’ve opined. Take it all before the throne as you’ve never once remained alone tripped each time upon cornerstone your brief life is not your own. He finished on the Cross all behind we count as loss existence without the sauce never having been the boss. Future way too sweet on that day we soon shall meet on my face before those feet last chapter now complete.

All along thought myself right looking blind into the light, in all apprehension in wrought surface tension my theories were upheld, the metals that we weld the peanuts that we’ve shelled cast the sheep all neatly belled, the pigs into the sea He said that it should be without question or ripened plea. The devils must come out with a prayer a fast or shout on my shoulder resides the clout telling stories all about, GOD.

What does it feel that breath beyond the possible? When dreams built of fantasy are replaced by content based foundation. Men describe that which is beyond stars, around mountains, found in desert passage to realms only thinkable.

A wink, nod, gesture or relief when all has been given, traded or dealt. The final card tossed, waiting for that quiet name to pass the lips of auctioneer. Excited children promised a mid summer night’s dream only now knowing the impossible.

We sing in voices found outside experience, deeper that cavities rich and muscle’s trained for season. New words as plums ripen, sweating in the promise of cool, autumn eve. Where are the days left to ponder or reason when all is foretold?

No longer reaching for subtle untold embrace but coveting the rich hugs of tomorrow and the day after. Fellows fond and welcome ladies having readied for prayer and a delight in worshiping the King. For there are some things unquestioned.

Amber’s roasted and turquoise tickled by the first morning fallen. Hidden in the Jalapeno forest, soft and supple sweet but caution to the welcome palate. Dive down to bottoms sounding cautious of the skin to rock or never coming back.

Then and whence we are beckoned and respond. Found in the wakeful days of memory when all was new, fresh and out of the ordinary. Trusting the familiar until our hearts remain sickened. We were promised that which resides beyond the knowing.