What saturating Joy this forgiveness for the burdens only my debt would have paid. He forgave me, even the war I waged against Him in disobedience and prodigal pursuits. Now, I find peace, undeserved, purpose, undeserved and love unfathomable in the person of His indwelling Holy Spirit, there is nothing I have or can give that would have ever made me deserving.

But this is all free for living in belief upon the Mighty Works of Jesus on that horrific day in Jerusalem. For the curse He suffered for me being hung upon a tree outside the city and taking my sins into the death the only thing that would free me from the law of the sins I had willfully or mistakenly committed. All free and I am free having been bought back by His blood, washed in its righteousness, set aside for His Divine Plan.

What imagination of man can predict or prepare for the things that produced in heaven. My spirit cries out in joy for the simple realization of what Jesus has been designing and creating for all of us and I get to participate. What an awesome joy. I am washed clean and that alone a treasure against which I can measure no greater gift or prize. The filth of the man I was is slowly being forgotten.

What I leave behind in no way compares to the family that I have been given, Sons and Daughters of God, the Angels serving God in Heaven and throughout Creation and knowing the Lord of Glory knows me and loves me more that I will possibly ever be able to imagine. To see Jesus as He is in all of God’s Majesty, No other name above and a smile upon the Father’s face for His Sacrifice and Obedience.

Only if. Only if I could be for one day that kind to God, showing Him my love in obedience and Praise. Stuck but not without the Grace of God knowing that what I see each day in my short comings or near-sighted attempts to serve will some day dissipate into the mist of this temporary world and I will find myself getting it right as He has transformed me to be that Son.

Failed so many times simply trying too hard or assuming I knew what was right. No ding to confidence for it is essential in any discipline, but working for God the Courage to speak His Holy Word brings with it a courage outside of my manufacture. To know the mistakes of a man who has tried to do what is only capable through God is an essential blessing.

He made me, when I departed from Him I diminished in every capacity, every measure of the word into something that was measure and limited by the World. Every failure is directly attributable to my own plans, energy, provision and performance, whereas all the amazing Divinely inspired things in this life have been of His account, Planning and execution.

There is no love like the One of Jesus Christ in God the Father, becoming the worldly temple of His Holy Spirit. Certainly each man, even the heroes of the Bible found themselves caught by the foolishness of self reliance. Having tasted of that sour mash and the elixir of my own failed prowess, it is paramount and enjoyable to never mistake mine for His.

The failures of this day are no different. The moment I forget who sent me and turn to my own lens, power and flesh I am undone. I have never found love for instance and upset so many people along the way that you would think a man in that position would never again attempt to drink from the well of his own resolve or understanding, but alas I am here.

I don’t wish to win anymore, yet I still self defend believing that somehow this persona is protection, it is the opposite. For I am going to receive this lesson until it is aptly performed for God’s review. Lord knows I have had the same lesson repeatedly throughout this life in childhood and maturity. Don’t laugh it was simply used as a time description.

Subsequently, I cannot fix it only listen and obey. This is one that God will need to change, I feel the defense mechanisms drilled so deeply that I cannot extract them from this soul. Let this be the moment that the Holy Spirit takes control since I have tried to surrender so often I don’t see the mistake continually achieved. May this be the moment that He takes the lead.

Nonetheless Lord Your Will be done and though I may be ready in mindset to learn this lesson perhaps I have yet to see what the Lord is trying to reveal. I pray that this lesson is learned to the good of Your perfect glory for this vessel. I ask forgiveness for not being able to let go of or learn that which you are ready for me to possess. Make me in Your Image.

In Jesus’ Name, these days require my circumspection. Let me see clearly each lesson and let go or hold tight as is required to complete Your tasking.

Voce, vox the unkempt power to express through words; opinion, error and emotion to be captured as time’s evidence for or against each man.

The tongue’s missive. An attempt at true power to connect, defect, embrace or deny allegiance to either sin and regret or peace and everlasting.

Tired, so weary of the attempt at camouflage or caution. Never wanting the authority to shame, blame or contain the inner fire touching each man’s heart.

What emperor conquered before claiming he would? What woman brought man to heel before challenging the right order of things in universal proclamation?

What may we hope in our own acclaim of fair use in power? The Spirit is my wind chime, consistently demonstrating alliance with the Will of our King.

Yet, the self expression’s fire is found in steering vessel with tiny keel. These words, this organic mechanism creating a unique projection into which is sown; anger, measure or love.

What makes a brook babble so? What calms the nerve of those afraid? What brings conflagration to misery in the pyres of yonder war camps?

In silence the true emergence of self. The lack of wielded sword, incessant quietude or prolonged call for valor and or impatience.

These are the elucidation of man’s true might before God, to humbly silence the spoken gift or to make known the glory and majesty of the King of Kings in each emitted sound.

Time squeaked upon its wheel but refused to stop. If we could slow it down then the waters never reach the top. To bottom round about we swing, knowing storms that never bring. Relief to all weather bound by rules and promise or heaven’s found. Righteous and the purely held, so sought the realms of pearl’s purchase. Bought, displayed for eyes to gather. Rather helms to promise might, ship and sail. Never fail to bring us round to new worlds and winters Long. A song a cape good man around my back, shoulder taught, with tight drawn cord without the slack. Does green so hollow leave dawn to red, putting moon to breathe and sun to bed.

In harmony, pitfall and brigands shout what is the calamity all about. To friends and hearts to find their hope so many questions beyond our scope. Nope, was whispered to confound any belief and faith was found. Sound so quick to light our path echoing halls with dreams we’d had. Glad and then in doubt depressed a cad of manner a horse confessed. Too polite to end the fight, Bright the morning’s light past night. With horns and belled we marked the day never admit we’d slept in hay. A bay and goat up close warmth we held forgetting when we lost or led.

This scene reminds and convicts each heart of all the nights we’d spent alone apart. A Part we played, places that we stayed in shade or heat of fire’s coal. Soul and mind clear of sorts no history from breaks or clear from warts. Wanton wish and freedom searched, perched upon the edge of dying worlds and dream shattered by hour’s glass. Reminded that we were never owned but still sought freedom with empty hand. Standing in the wind of age fighting on to turn each page with mounting roar and foaming rage we struck the bars and damned this cage.

To love we cried with marcher’s call to battle beckon one and all to end we find or tarry on to victor’s ball. Not aligned to Queen or Crown a frown upon striated cheek the meek toss of blind eyes and the bewitched we sought to bring the ruler’s down. Caustic rhyme and devilish dance none of this is happenstance. Romance found when crowns fall before weeping feet seeing all beloved street gathered in glory’s gowns. Bitter reminder of forgotten dreams, lost in pursuit of schemes and clear streams of thought bought and paid for in this golden age.

Away again to cloud. Loud the scream of chariot horse, divorce from fear and cheer we found the clear skies of harmony reflecting in her eyes. And pause we briefly reminded within, so taut the rub on lantern’s djinn. To conjure power and deceive them all to slow their run to simple crawl. Born of shadow with darker shades as the history and pain so quickly fades. Jades and gems adorned her eyes that cut any man right down to size. Belief in ego reduced to imp, walking comfortably we begin to limp. No certainty or doubt to strong to smoulder the holy fire.

Flowers and sand, miles and miles of sky without land. Knowing things you wouldn’t want to understand. All on demand, totally unplanned as if remand found our name lodged as members of the band. We thought it rather rare to be riding through the air with nary but a care about how to wear our hair. Up tight or maybe loose right angles or obtuse scripted from a muse fastidious and profuse.

Abundance of neglect, remembering what we all had wrecked and the hearts we had affect that we hope to someday protect. Four alarm fires on the plane inferno gone insane soot and cinders now remain all in black we now refrain. Crescendo without sound a tattered British pound once lost but has been found crumbled and torn upon the ground. Our sight is poor at best keeping cards up to our vest.

Hoped to hide and cry we had lied about being spry broken hearts and tear filled eye a brief reluctant sigh. Adjust my glasses not to see but to block the thoughts inside of me nothing comes for free especially what you were truly meant to be. The cost is not the wealth the humor and the health the fountains of our shame where no one is to blame. We ran until we dropped a barber pristinely cropped snookered and well schnapped.

Our plane came into land the towers were unmanned all the data had been scanned and each moment seemed so canned. Purple shirts and olive pants tiny spiders and large ants bold gestures of romance greedy men sought to advance. Plumes and feathered twill the hat without a bill our pleasures all stood still waiting as we will. Too sharp to cut the knife he wished he knew a wife planning out her life with one drum and broken fife.

The twist and then the turn seemed that he’d never learn hot dishes often burn misplaced love they often spurn. The whirl and the spin the gill before the fin forgiveness after sin martini without gin. A greater forgotten loon, red footed boobies on the moon fired him too soon way before he began to swoon. An icy mountain road and humble brick abode chocolatte ala mode made our heads want to explode.