The Sons of Light

Let me tell you that the carnal man can't absorb the light of heaven, for I am Spirit and Truth.

For ever since time,  man has wondered around as the entire creation groans.

The sons of Esau and Jacob, weren't they brothers diverted to two different paths
And only one that traded all his spiritual heritage as the other retains it?

The man of the flesh will be the man of the flesh, the spiritual man is spiritual, yet all by my sovereignty.

Who are those that come to me?
Aren't they those that have been battered and beaten?

Those who the catastrophe that came to them they couldn't withstand but cried out to me?

For how else shall I make myself known to them?

Marriage in Heaven

I married you at the garden,  for two shall become one, one powerful force.  within the the two there is nothing impossible,  the original,  the natural form of mankind,  togetherness, unity, two with one mindset, with one soul and with one body.  A place of prominence,  a place where if both played each part and remained in position will both succeed in creating a heaven on earth relationship.  In a christain marriage,  for two shall agree and they shall conquer,  for two shall respond and it shall be done, there is no limitations to withstand, the world was to be yours.  I was to act on your behalf in the power of agreement, the oneness of spirit,  a completed mankind in a place of promise.  If only by their freewill they can set their eyes on Me. The will is what is now harder for them to achieve.

Seasons of distressed

A tarnished moment, the place where sentimental lands, the moment that saps out our spiritual strength, drains the communion of brethren. The small wind that blows from the south, the big wind that comes from the west. The weather vain is constantly turning, the seasons after seasons, dark clouds of rain and thunder, the love of others growing cold, no one to comfort the lonely soul. The wind from the north quietly blows through, a still wave of peace, the quiet storm that warms the heart. Good training from the Father of lights, the next session will soon start, but today victory was won, you stood the test. In times of trouble and sickness you stood the test. The better perspective emerges, you are almost a different person, a strengthened faith through a fiery furnace, through pain and suffering you have stood the test of time. You can now see His sovereign hand throughout every dark seasons.

Looking to the Light

I looked up, I see the lamb that was slain, slain before I was formed in the womb, the Redeemer of  all my wrongs, gone before me, the firstborn of all creation sent out beforehand to go before me to walk the dark valley, the gleam, the light, my hope, my God.
The moment I looked up, the bright light, the pierced gleam, the soul finds rest at last, the longing is over, the days of the past dissipates, the moment is everlasting. The worship, the fountain of life, the  presence that had been with me finally appears. The hands that guided me finally I can hold, the foot that walked beside me finally I can touch, the heart that comforts me finally I rest, the words that gives me  sound counsel finally I hear, the eyes that saw all my pains finally I can gaze. Such overwhelming joy,  such indescribable peace, such inseparable love!

Audience of One

Sing to me a new song,
Not the song of the angels,
Not the song of the choir,
Not the song of the musicians,
Not the song of the congregation
But the song from your heart
I cut you out from the midst of them.
Placed you in my palms, engraved my love in your heart
For my love dwells within you, in the innermost parts,
I am now your audience, I found you , I cleansed you, I cherished you, you are mine, like the pebble I smoothed  you and shaped you with water and sand.
I am the blacksmith, who forged you with chiseled and hammer.
I am the potter, I molded you in the wheel. I am the one that kept you, I am the one that shielded you, I am the one that fed you, I am the one that clothed your nakedness, I have formed you in my image, I have sent my Son to die for you, I have sent my Spirit to guide you.
Sing me a new song, not the song of the angels, not the song of the choir, not the song of the musicians, nor from the congregation, but a song from your heart.

Kept

Kept from falling, a wick that is frail, the days of apostasy draws near, the rapture awaits. Who are those that have fallen? Isn't it the angels from above, now kept in dungeon waiting for judgement? A judgement swift and devastating, yet justified.  But those that have been redeemed, the beloved ones still rests on the Master's hand. But to keep those of His own ready for eternity,  the Master will prep them, gives them the assurance as sons who were adopted into the glorious liberty. He preserves them with fire and water, chastening them with rods, wooing them with His love, His promises, yes and yes. Although the sheep sometimes wonder, looking for a greener pasture, the wolves are much welcoming as they taught,  but the Shepherd breaks through, draws the sheep out of the wolves mouth, lays it back in His pasture with the still waters just to wait, kept for eternity, kept forever.

A place for the dead.

The body returns to the ground, oh, what a likeable individual, so generous, witty and with an impeccably charisma he had moved the crowds. His body now is being lowered by the undertaker, oh what such a sweet soul, he was patient, respected by his peers, he was a man of peace, he never stood in anyone's way, never stood against a cause, never bothered a soul, as his soul moves out of the body and his body returns to the soil. An angel appears, his soul travels,  oh, to where my soul will you take me, to where? Angel responds, in the surface you were, so amiable, you were loved by many, but I have to take you to the spirit world now. Oh where is this spirit world? A place of the dead, the Angel responds. Tell me Angel, why not heaven? Man was once breathed by God, this is man's spirit, you are a half man, your body is in the ground, your soul is here, your spirit is dead, God created you with a body, soul and spirit. In your body you ate, slept, and entertained your desires, in your soul you were generous, you had charisma, and you were actually very pleasant to be around, but your spirit was dead. Why? responds man. You never cared  to know God, you  had no capacity for the things of God, and you rejected his son Jesus  Christ who paid the penalty for your sins, so you can have fellowship with God . You are dead spiritually therefore I must take you to the place of the dead. A place where all the tormented souls live forever.

The Mystery Man

The darkness of man, flushed into the wayside, forgotten. The misery buried, tears washed out, man stands rejuvenated, regenerated and restored. Along with creation, he stands justified. The crown of glory he is given, by a mystery man with a nail pierced hands,  the mystery man,  we've known him, we never knew him, he was once in a dream, he was never in a dream, he was once told as a fairytale, he was never a fairytale, he was the man the world once knew, he was a man the world  didn't really know, he was God, he was not God, but for the man, as he stands, he is the God Man he had always believed , the story he always knew, finally his Redeemer stands, he sees.