Lord of Hosts

A prophetic declaration:

Lord of Hosts, on this day I praise you
In day time let the sun shine
In night time let the moon light rise
The moment is running away and the days are soon gone.

The stars and all the galaxies, have all stood at rest. Let all the host of heaven come with their garment of praise and praise to the Lord of Hosts.

Sound the trumpet, and call out the priest to offer worship, the judges will take lead and with one voice all will come and worship the King.

The time will come when all the earth and heavenly creatures will present a sacrifice of praise, in the sanctuary of the Lord; we will come together and learn His ways.

The Walls of Jericho and all earthy monuments will fall; the Chariot and the horses of war will evaporate. For the Lord of Hosts will establish his kingdom and bring peace once again to His earth.

No crumbs shall be gathered from the table of Kings for all will be satisfied in that day.

Meditations
Genesis 2:1; Daniel 4:35; Nehemiah 9:6

The Holy One

Praises be to the Holy One, the God who stands in the midst of his people; for in His works, He is good and in the light will He be revealed.

The words of Jehovah is pure as crystal, so is the way that He established his covenants.

Be surrounded by his marvelous grace; quench not His Spirit for His glory will be made manifest in those that walk in His way.

Then will they rejoice and see themselves; though we fall yet He chooses the fallen things and light them up like candles; with a holy flame they will be lit up forever.

The Holy One who in heaven did not see decay; He will raise all His saints and established a holy nation, the Holy One of Israel will fulfill His weeks.

Then shall He be in the midst of them that love Him; the remnants of Israel and His bride, though they were far from the North yet He will draw them unto Himself.

His presence shall be the light of the city, and the chaffs and briers He will burn up: for no unholiness can stand in the company of our Great God

From everlasting You are Holy and You have made the Holy inhabitation, let us fall and worship You; the New Jerusalem is our home and in the Kingdom of God we will reign forever.

Meditations
-Habakkuk 1:12, Psalm 16:10, Hosea 11-9,
Isaiah 10:17.

The Voice of My Father.

I left the camp site where My Father stayed and went out towards to South gate.

Then I heard quiet sound at the gate and as I ran towards the gate, "Father is that you? Persuaded by the noises of the night, I headed towards the wilderness,

Strangers have surrounded me and I was given the cup of pleasure, Now fallen in sin, as the scars are deep and with every moment that reminds me of my frailties.

Then almost at the point of no return, going down to the wrong path at the speed of light.

But I heard a strange melody being played in my head over and over again, a familiar song and a voice calling me back again.

Then I heard His voice, I will never forsaken you, it sounded like Papa.

But what happened I taught Papa I taught it was you and I followed another voice?

How come I ended up at this place, this patched land?

Son, there are many voices out there, but you have to stay closer to Me all the time to hear My voice.

Until the finish line you will fall into different potholes but do not worry, I will always deliver you from them.

I will show you the right path, come with me, He said.

Then I fell and worshipped Him.

You My Father who will guide my race to the end.

You've strengthened my feet to get me going strong and prepared me through the journey of life and in readiness having my feet shod in the Gospel of peace.

I Am, What I Am

My Lord, You are I Am, from the beginning and end, You are God, the Most High is the same, yesterday and forever; and has existed before the foundation of the world.

My Lord, You are the All-Powerful One, There is nothing that can hinder Your purpose; throughout the ages, You have carved the path of men and has fulfill them in Your own time.

My Lord, you are Adonai, my Great Lord, the Master of all and the Superior Being,
There is none that is equal of You and no other gods can measure up to You.

My Lord, You are the Ultimate Father and the Creator of all, the earth and heavens are Yours and everything in them, You have set all the boundaries, therefore the foundations will yield themselves at Your feet.

Lord, You are my Shepherd, though I wonder about like sheep, Your mighty hand has carried me far from danger and set me on the bed of peace.

My Lord, You are the Sufficient One,  you are the source of all good things and the One that gives me hope. Your breath is the sustainer of life and You supply the needy with Your mighty strength.

My Lord, You are the One who sees me, You are high above yet closer to the ones who call your Name, Your hand is able to reach down to the lowly and set them free from captives to a place of victory.

My Lord, You are my Righteousness, You have called me out from darkness and set me in your presence, you have covered my shame and clothed me with a garment of righteousness.You have given me your precepts that I may walk in them forever.

Still God

Be still and know that I am God
-Psalm 46:10

In the midst of tribulations, whenever the journey seemed impossible, whenever the turmoil seemed unquenchable.

You are still God.

The waves of the seas; dashes and breaks open the land, when the waters travels and brings about a storm.

You are still God

The seasons has changed, the dust of the earth has risen, the volcanoes has erupted, and the might wind has blown  apart all the debris.

You are still God

When in time of despair and the cloud of darkness envelopes the lonely hearts, when all hope is lost.

You are still God.

The Lord is in the midst of His people, he dwells in their tents, and has joined them in their suffering; and identify with them in their grief.

He is the One who alone can deliver them, because He has felt their pain and will heal them with His healing hands.

The Unwelcome Guest

A man in his dungeon after being cast into Hades. This is his story.

The door of the dungeon rattling.

Man begins to talk.

Now who comes into this darkness and with what news can he actually bring forth?

I came into the world with purpose, but I've wasted my years and now I am just but a shell and a mere shadow.

I remembered my mother's sweet voice, so calmly and with a heartfelt concern, she told me about the stories of the Bible.

I taught about it for a second, then I dismissed her words.

She was the only person who ever loved me enough to tell me the truth.
How I wish I would embrace her once again, and hear her stories once more. Now I have seen this hell she had always mentioned.

My mother was right; hell was indeed real.

Meanwhile as he was speaking a stranger came into his dungeon.

Now I have heard your story and on the contrary nobody ever told about this place, the stranger replied and the continued.

I was hoping that my good works will at least lead me to Paradise but there is no such place.

All I have done was to help the poor and needy and mind my business.

I didn't care too much about the church and all that stuff.

But can you tell me why I am here again?

Well I rejected the truth but you didn't bother to search for the truth, man responded.

What is the truth? Replied the stranger.

Exactly. Man respond.

Grave diggers

Let us bury his name, we have come to the end and we have won, let us celebrate the victory.

Now unto the next one, can we find such a better way? But why not the same way, it has worked for centuries, first we build them up and then we throw them back at the pit.

Come friends we really have to feed the hungry souls with our doctrine, the weak are to be pressured more to the south path.

Our greetings from the grave, but hurry the time of judgement is at hand ;bring all the souls here and keep them from the truth.

The Perfect Journey

The Perfect Man, who has made the Heavens and earth

The way of the righteous is life and the way of the unrighteous is death

The final resting place for man is either on both paths for man is a spirit...

The spirit Man now travels to meet God, come and sit and eat at the Master's table.

I have loved you from the beginning, I came and die for you.

See the wooden cross and my nail pierced hands, see the evident of my love for you.

Come and join me, I am your door to eternity, welcome and sit next to Me.

Tell me about your journey, was it all worth each step?

See, I was with you in all these steps and helped you along the way.

Though for some time you suffered for My sake, but despite it all you remained faithful.

On each road and on each valley, your pain helped you draw closer to Me.

It was necessary that you were afflicted otherwise you wouldn't have known My ways.

But now the pain is over and now you're finally home.

Well done my servant, come and receive the Master's happiness.

You who have been faithful in the few things. I will make you ruler of many things.

The Bridegroom and His Bride

The One betrothed with His Bride has come; the Bridegroom has come with His friends to take His Bride home with him.

In glorious light, He will appear and with a shout like a voice like an archangel, He will call His Bride by name.

The marriage supper is at hand and the day of the wedding has arrived and the Bride is ready to be unveiled.

He adorns them with white clothing like the clouds; and with His hands He embroidered His words in their hearts.

There were spotless and without any blemish and with His love, they have found their identity in Him.

No stranger can come between the Union; for the Foundation has been laid and with His blood they've been redeemed by Him.

The Bridegroom and His Bride are inseparable; they are to be joined together for eternity.

The glory of the Bridegroom will be His Bride, for two shall become one.

A City above the Heavens

When I close my eyes, I saw a city of light, a heavenly city leading to the house of God; then in the presence of my Savior, Yeshua.

A numerable company of angels, and elders, all devoted to the One who is worthy of honor, praise and adoration

Across the streets of gold, a colossal view, all assured me that I am home at last.

My lamenting days have passed, now to gaze upon Him who is the Door of Life; all brings such enlightenment to my soul, I am lightened by Your majestic ways.

With overwhelming joy and peace, I cried, for the fullness of You has filled my heart

The house with many rooms, the place where the weary have found their rest;
an astonishing sight that I cannot imagine, a house built by God.

My beloved has made a beautiful place for His bride, a colorful and cheerful atmosphere, filled with love: a place of my beloved.

However, it is not the house but the presence of the Builder that serenades the atmosphere.

A day without the Builder seems like any other beautiful place but with the Omniscient; I feel homely at last.

You have mindfully decorated every room and the walls of the city with precious stones, like Jasper , emerald, sardonyx, sapphire, Sardius, chalcedony, chrysolite, Beryl, topaz, chrysoprasus, jacinth, amethyst and all the twelve gates with pearls..

Then it resonates, that for centuries ago You allude to that You will prepare a mansion for Your bride and where they are; There you will be also.

Forever Your truth endures forever, You have preserved Your word and kept it.

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The Fountain of the Living Water

Sing and dance, have the cupbearer pour more drink, and with a common feast this moment will never last forever.

Some have tasted the Fountain and found fulfillment; they will never thirst again.

Like an unending spring, the Fountainhead of life is an overflowing well.

The messenger can rest assured that his news will be delivered, no one who comes to the Fountain will keep silent.

Let the Samaritan woman run to all the towns and proclaim the news, for such a Well will never dry up.

"Spring up, oh Well! Let us sing to it, fill these wineskins.

The Breath of all life; days of dryness shall soon cease, for the Spirit of God will fill our hearts.

Come into His presence, He is the Lord our God, the Fountain of the Living Water.

The Firstborn of all

Honor the Lord with your first fruits,
Offer the fine of the wheat, ornaments of fine gold. Come and present before Him the crown of life, casting all at His feet.

Let the kings fall before Him, serve Him with gladness of the heart, let the harvesters bring forth their first crops and come before the Lord with your first fruits!

How gracious have the Lord been? Who can outmatch His goodness? Who is more compassion than Our Lord? Can one ever measure His love?

A God who expressed His love by giving the Firstborn of all creation, Who gave first gifts to mankind, His begotten Son, Christ Jesus.

For He was first to suffer many things, that we should have joy and triumphant over trials and tribulations and death.

The Anointed One, that conquered death, and was called out from the grave, the first resurrection from the dead.

He is first of every creature, the first Seed of the woman, the firstborn among many brethren that has preeminence in all things both heaven and earth.

His genealogy has no beginning; His divine nature has no end, the Lord who has preserved all things to Himself.

The Firstborn of all creation. The Firstborn among many brethren, first to suffer many things, the first resurrection from the dead.

The Prophet, the Priest, and the King

Who knows the Father and pleads on our behalf?  Who will enter the throne room of the Most High and make our request?

He is Christ Jesus, the Son of God, the Prophet and the Priest who is at the right hand of God the Father making intercession for His people.

The High Priest at the altar who gave His blood for the atonement for our sins will go in for us, into the Holy of Holies , a place before no man was even worthy to enter.

He stands as One who alone is worthy to communicate with the Father and to plead our case.

And since He is known by his people, He is the One who alone is appointed to represent His people.

How is this possible?

His story was told for ages ago, that a Prophet will indeed come out from among his brethren ( Deut18:15).

As He was set out as the Voice of God to His brethren, a Prophet and a Priest, to deliver mankind from their sins and proclaim the coming of the Lord.

He also came as a High Priest in the order of Melchizedek, a King of Salem and a High Priest out of nowhere, with no inheritance from the line of Aaron.

He was a spotless lamb, a perfect sacrifice, prepared before the foundation of the world, a lamb of God, and whose shed blood was the  ultimate atonement for mankind's sins. His blood was presented at the altar in heaven, an altar made without hands.

Now as those who believe in His name, we can come boldly to the throne room of Our Father and make our request for He makes intercession for us who were called out from darkness and transformed into the light.

Praises to our Prophet and our High Priest!

But now the High Priest has disrobed Himself, as His people have been raptured from the world and awaiting the new age.

Now will He will ride out as the Great King for those who remain on earth, to usher in the kingdom of Heaven as He once foretold.

The Rider of the White Horse

As the heavens opened, When the seal had been opened, The rider rides out, with fierceness and power; the seven trumpet sounds, the seven bowls of wrath cast to the sea. Then will the rider ride out.

When he has proclaimed what will be, now he will step out from the place of priesthood, going back to his office of kingship, now a king over all, the heavens and the earth.

Let the doors of Heaven open,armed with a sharp two edge sword His mouth , ready for the final battle, with the angels and the saints, now forevermore victorious.

Faithful and True, let the heathens  see him as he was, as he is and will be, for the eyes of many the veil has been removed. Now in righteousness there stand, which they know nothing about , for they have been found guilty now in righteousness will He judge.

As he tramples through the winepress, all that will be left, his remnants,  them will he embrace, they will look upon him whom they've pierce and mourn, his kingdom will never end, for his crowns are many; in the gates will he come, to Jerusalem, all at once he will establish His Kingdom. 

The Ruler of kings and Lord of lords, will reign on earth,  he has come with a vengeance and for his foes a dreadful day, for His people peace, righteousness and joy.

The Northstar

The Northstar

We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed are unto a light that shines in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts. - 2 Peter 1:19

My Northstar, how glorious to see you, in all the places, when no light was given, here you came, to give light to them that trust in You.

I am he that has wandered through the night,In the wilderness, I stumbled and fell, there was no light to point me out from my darkness.

But out from the north, came my Northstar, to lead the way out of the grave, I now see you and your splendor, such an illuminating light.

For the first time, my eyes are opened,  I can see things clearly now, and as I look on the top hills, my Northstar is with me and gives out light to all His people.

In the assembly of all the nations, his presence is that of a lighting and his voice like a thunder, yet with a demeanor gentle as a lamb.

How wonderful you are my Northstar, at last the traveller will find his destination, the oppressed will find justice, you are like an oasis in a desert.

My Northstar, your presence is captivating, I have found my resting place, let me fall into your bosom and dwell there forevermore.

The Shoot from a Peasant Line: The Branch.

The Shoot from Peasant's Line: The Branch.

-Isaiah 11:1

Kings were born from king's lineage, but who can say the same for the man called the Branch?

In the land of the peasant, a King was born, for the Sower had come but found the land desolate.

The reapers only brought in shrubs, and such land laid desolate and without life.

As from the beginning when creation fell, the land became barren and the Sower found no place for cultivation, though He searched and hovered day and night.

But as it was told that in those days, since the atrocity of men, the blood of the innocent cries out to God.

No longer will the land yield to man but to remain cursed; however underneath the earth was a Root out of dry ground.

A Root that sprung out of nowhere, and without any water or elements; grew on its own out of the ground to become a Branch.

The Branch that has build up the House of lights, a temple of the living God.

The Branch and the true Vine; a King, that came out from a peasant's line and on this day on He will reign throughout eternity.

The Heart of the Lord

The Lord's will is for none to perish, he who beats his chest and stomps his foot, know that none will stand blameless before Him.

Abound in Him and let Him impart a new  desire to your soul, let Him give you a new heart and beauty for your ashes.

Be washed in His blood and your sins be cleanse as white as snow, come to Him and He will blot out your transgressions.

The reproach that has plagued you from birth, guilty stains that keeps you far off from His presence, let it be cast to the deep forever.

Let Him nourish your soul as you rest in Him, He that has made you and fashioned you in His own image will in turn fill you with His goodness.

I see no condemnation but peace and a heart of reconciliation within Him. His heart's desire is to love and keep you.

How long and more of the same will you remain in your rebellion?

The example is made for those who choose the path of the wicked. Now I entreat you not to go through their ways.

Concerning these things that life offered,  the pleasures of sin, all is for a moment; then they will perish.

Obey the way of the Lord, a road predestined for you.

Sufficient are His grace and be not ignorant, but seek understanding. 

Here you will find the true meaning of love, mercy, and truth.

Kingdom Citizens

But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should show forth the praises of him who hath called us out of darkness into his marvelous light -1 Peter 2:9

The Lord of hosts has established the covenant with his saints, let us come with holy hands to worship in Mount Zion.

We will come with a banner held high, the Lord is in the midst of his people, a holy nation with their Great King.

A place where the light of God will shine brighter than the sun, a place with the fountain and the tree of life for the healing of the nation.

Take counsel my people let all hearken
to the word of the Lord of our Righteousness.

He who has purchased us with His precious blood, and brought us into His tent.

Let no defilement enter your camp, keep away from the dust of pollution and stay far from the south.

Let the Foundation of the Lord, be your delight, as the dominions are all yours, for there is no more Jews and Gentiles but the House of God.

The Kingdom of God is the holy nation, let the Witnesses go into the towns, let the fathers tell the children of the glorious days ahead.

For we are the Kingdom citizens, and the service of God will be our work throughout eternity.

Let us minister truth to one another, and wonders of the Spirit of God.  Let holiness, faith, righteousness, and love be our language and our conversation.

For we are now the peculiar people and a holy nation.

In great admonitions, let us be like-minded, devoted to one Master who is Christ, the Son of God and the coming King.

The Quicksand

A saddle and the bells, the whistling noise of the pale horse as it gallops, a sword and the scales for the weighing,

A time for all to come and drink the calamity of their atrocious deeds.

Nothing familiar has before been done on the earth as now, never had any victory won like this before.

Men, by their own strength has fought and conquered territories, but now the sand has collapsed on them; the mighty One will subdue all things as the world comes to an end.

Go to the hills and let the stones cover you, let men hide in the caves of the mountains, but an open the sepulcher will soon find them.

The day of liberty now closing in, as the wicked would say, how cruel can such a day be?

For the day will be long and the darkened sun will cause the morning to seem as nightfall.

At that day, a man with no name stands and weep, he finds no hope because all the chariots and the army of war have long been dissipated.

A woman with no name crying for her unborn child, as she found no place to deliver her child in a world, plagued with divers of diseases.

And while the ravenous fowl eats the flesh of the kings of the earth, the merchants of the earth will cast away their pearls towards the sea; a leaven that polluted the whole earth.

And as the smoke from the horizon appears, all the world's inhabitants will s
ink beneath the earth because they committed abominations things upon the earth and have rebelled against the King.

In great mourning is the army of the great assembly, the wilderness bear that devoured many will fall by the sword.

But when all vile thing is buried beneath the earth, in the horizon will be the coming of a new age.

The Hour of Reunion

If not by the richness of Your grace, where will these little ones be?

No man can comprehend the day of the Lord, not even the wisest men of the east.

The hour has come and the children are ready, they were waiting for the day when the trumpet will sound.

As the days draw nearer, the vessels are now in display; arrayed and waiting for the sunlight.

The soul of the diligent, now on the horizon will see the promised One coming in the clouds with a company of His holy Angels.

His little flock will rejoice and with a joyful heart look towards the north.

Like Elisha cried out my father, my father, likewise will it be for the children of the bride chamber but with a joyous cry.

And with a warm embrace, the heavens will open it's mouth, and gather all His saints to Himself.

A fountain of tears and with united hearts, we will see the Son as He is and now with his friends.

The Son of God, an advocate with the Father, who has called out His people from the wilderness.

He will bring them into the House of lights, where He will dine with them forever.

The War King

And I saw heaven opened and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war- Revelation 19:11

When He will come as it was foretold with glory among the faithful and the hopeful, to establish his throne.

Who is he that will stand in the way of the Spirit of God?

The Lord upholds those that wait upon Him but for His enemies, He will crush their bones to pieces.

How the years are passing by and the seasons changes.

The world will soon pass away and all its glory, the galaxies and the firmaments of heavens.

The plant life and every yielding fruits and all that is the earth.

He will make path with the righteous, the ambassadors and the holy Angels, are to come and reign.

Who will wage war with the King?

His piercing eyes is like a fire that will pierce through one's soul.

The earth will mourn on that day, and the valiant ones will cast away their swords.

He will come on the throne of David and rule in steadfast truth and righteousness.

Who can stand before Him?

For the legs of the might will buckle and all the mighty will fall on their faces and worship the King.

His words is like a blaze of fire sent to burn the chaffs from rusty world.

Here is the One that will bring good tidings.

In the likeness of His Father, he will come and gather His nation Israel.

He will establish his kinship in Jerusalem and destroy the neighbours around her.

Let every men look forward to His coming and repent of their evil, for the hour of the King is coming.

Can the cloudburst ever produce more rain to wash away the sins of mankind?

The sorrow of men is not his delight, he was to die for men to have life, a God who came down from heaven, Jesus the Son of God.

The Straight Path ( The Workman)

Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; -Hebrews 12:1-2

For the zealous young ones, those faithful ones whom I have approved as My  workmanship. Now is the accepted time,  in the present times, while the brightness of heaven still shines on men.

A time when all communication is not lost, for while there is life in the earth; there's hope.

Speak not to a mocker, do not eat with a glutton, lest he will slow you down on your race.

On the earth there is plenty of the fatherless and with an outstretched arm, I will be their Father and not just their Creator.

I command you My faithful workers go to the ends of the earth.

But stay clear from the path of the
deceitfulness of the wicked.

Hearken not to the voice of a neighbor who disorderly has engrafted many with meaningless words and has held them in subjection.

Let your roots be planted by the rivers, so I can lead you to a higher place.

As the prudent with a pure heart has seen, the way of the righteous is peace.

They will reign with Me, while I will punish the wicked for their evil deeds.

The call from the deep.

Brethren, if any man be overtaken in fault, ye which are spiritual restore such an one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted.- Galatians 6:1

The downhill path where the loner has fallen.

Let the sower go out to the field. The tares are growing as fast as the wheat, the loner that went downhill he has lost his strength.

He has become unfruitful since the traditions of men has become his fortress.

Then I said who else will go downhill and deliver the loner?

I will give you the strength and for My sake, you will conquer even the biggest giants.

For my Name sake, you will surely conquer them.

Then seeing that You're grace is sufficient, I said to myself let me go downhill and take the horns of the giant, he has an exceeding strength and a strong grip on these poor souls.

No need to fear and retreat, for the book of the Lord has promised victory.

Then at the warfront, the traditions of men has a strong tower with a  strong barricade, a place where the rulers of darkness has made their headquarters.

Henceforth, will be a dwelling place for the men of stature, blasphemous men, who like the wicked merchant has bought their goods at a cheap price.

The men has seized up all the goods and bind the captives in chains. They flourish themselves with the spoils of war.

The loner's tears was in God's remembrances and His mercy was shown through His grace. He was to become a snare, but the Lord turned the hand of the wicked to utterly destruction.

Hastily, the power of the oppressor diminished and the loner was not consumed.

Let's declare victory and walk in the paths of the Sons of God, a place where the Lord resides, on the side of the North.

Armour of God

Armour of God

Why do men wallow because of the scattering of the children's seeds while the thief of the night had taken the children's bread?

He has also taken their royal garments while the sluggard slept at night.

The sluggard and his ways, with sheathed swords has greatly increased treasures at the enemy's camp.

An enemy who come and goes as he pleases while the children walk in dry places.

Even as the dominion still belongs to them, still they roam around in barefoot as the prince rides along in horseback.

Take heed, and preserve my words said the Good Shepherd, my words shall not return to Me void.

Be not unskillful with your armour, or become unmindful but wait for My counsel.

I am here to direct your steps, so that you won't waver in tribulations.

My name is like a two edge sword that cuts between the soul and the spirit.

A sharp thrust and the tempter flees,  make a war cry and he hides.

Let the inhabitants walk in uprightness, use discretion and sound wisdom.

For the visage of the my soldier will be without shame.

The Cry of the Martyrs

Father, help us, the world has closed their ears on our suffering, they have chosen to shut their eyes to even look at our pain.

We are men who has walked in the way of the Righteous and have felt the sting of the scorpions.

They regard us not as those worthy of life but in their anger have striped away all our dignity and has cast us away like the scum of the earth.

With teary eyes we look up to heaven but your response was silence, we were led one to another, shoulder to shoulder towards the valley of slaughter.

On the banks of the river, were the blood of our brethren was washed out, they cruel forgot mercy but raised their hand on your people.

They profane Your name and Your Son Jesus Christ and with hatred they spill our blood in vain.

Now Lord, arise and strengthen our backs, let us ,as we march stand with our heads held high.  Eventhough we are in agony, we will glorified Your Holy Name.

Let us follow the path of those who has left a good witness on earth, they have run the race of life and have been found worthy to receive Your reward.

Help us in this perilous hour, for the river of blood is flowing through the whole surface of the land. They have spared none of these ones who called upon Your name.

The Cinderella Syndrome

I know the days of the mistress will come soon. She has been waiting for so long for this day.

She has prepared her self and adorned gold and silver and precious ornaments.

She had been dreaming about the possibility of joining her prince charming in the palace.

She is unloved and found no suitors but she waits for the prince.

A prince from the south with his chariots, a prince and his herald, along with his entourage.

How the work to be done is plentiful, now she dresses the rooms, she orders a few goods and sets up gifts.

Day and night she toils the farm and the garden.

And now she is growing spices, now she is harvesting crops, now she is on her knees grinding spices.

All day long, she fetches the water, cooks and washes clothes, day and night there same.

Now the day has arrived for the coming of the prince is nearer she taught.

Along came a Sojourner and sat beside her. Surprisingly she quivers, and the Sojourner seeing her reaction said, oh don't be afraid, I am your prince from the north.

Cinderella was terrified, you can't be where is my handsome prince from the south, with his herald and his entourage, along with his chariots?

Well, I am not with any herald, nor an entourage, nor any chariots, just me.

But I have something greater than all these things?

Tell me Sojourner, what can you possibly offer me seeing that I have rejected all my possible suitors?

Then the Sojourner looked at her with a concern look, then responds,  "Life, I can offer you eternal life".

Well if that's all you have to offer, I really don't want it, after all I am too busy...

Slaving? Sojourner interrupts.

I came for you and sent my chariots ahead of me and my entourages, and then  my herald and you rejected all of them, my love.

And I came and gave my life so you can live what more else can I possibly give you, my love?

Fallen Star

He is a creature that will be cast out of Heaven to open the bottomless pit. The slave Master's whip will be heard across the desert.

The journeyman must know his destination, he will see that those who thread in the paths of a fallen star have wandered into death.

Beware of the charming star, he goes to and fro and steals the future of young men in stealth.

At the watchtower, in vexations I stood and saw the awfulness that will come to the children of men.

How  unlawful the shining star has been, with all the glory will soon perish with the rest of the captives he brought down to the pit. A tale of woe, now to be told to the foxes.

Let the foxes that spoil the vineyard hear this tale, come you simple ones with seared conscience, those who profane the name of Our Great God and His Son Jesus the Christ without honor.

No place will be straight in the path of the south, the multitudes that crave liberty, will only find it through the Son, Jesus Christ.

The North is the way and south leads to judgement. Crooked paths can never be made straight, so let the wise take head.

The fallen star and his crafty ways only leads to Hell, and with his harvesters, the countrymen of the elites, goats among the sheepfold, who abused their freewill will forever abode with him.

Now the sandals of the loner has been filled with the dust of evil and his shadows follow the steps of a stranger.

Listen not to the stranger, turn towards the north, a place full of water, habitations where there King lives and a celestial city built by our Great God.

Man in the dark road

Man in the dark roads.

Remembered when the cruel have nothing but degrees of intensive fear and panic, that will hinder any chance of the loner coming to fruition?

Roadblocks full of hate and self preservation that separates him from God.

As for the man he doesn't see these roadblocks but when all they do is to overwhelm him with cycle of negative voices?

Who then can lead him out from his slumber?

He is roaming around the world looking for a better way not knowing that the roads are full of detours.

And with defeated words piling in his mind, the loner's heart is then filled with hopelessness; succumbing to doubt.

How will he then come to his purpose?

A man without knowledge, standing in the wayside without any direction.

Blindly, he goes to the southern hemisphere; mingling with the wolf and it's young ones.

But what happens when this insecure loner is then isolated by so many irritable voices?

When he is now programmed by the programmers, resulting to a series of unsettling issues.

How will he know which path that leads to North?

The path that leads to victory where our Lord Jesus Christ have been standing with an open arms.

If not by the faithful Northerners among whom the world despised?

The final battle

How painful it will be? Like a woman in childbearing He will bind the crooked men and separate them from the crowd.

He will crown the sons for they diligently, fought the battles all throughout the end.

Esteem Him with great proclamation, for the Lord is worthy to be praised!

Let the enemies decide their faith because they came through the backdoor.

With the Banner lifted up; the instruments of evil will be crushed, and all ignorance will swiftly vanish away.

Love dwell at the narrowest paths, a path that leads North where the meekness of men will that will soon inherit the earth resides.

As it will be peace, joy and righteousness; so will be the Manna of Heaven that will forever satisfy the hunger.

Rubies and precious stones, the streets of gold, the heavenly Jerusalem where the Sufficient One dwells.

The tree of life with twelve healing fruits for all nations; planted like in the beginning were we abide with the Sufficient One and sang in unison, along with the sons of God.

The Acceptable year has come, let us gird our armour; and with brotherly love, let us comfort one another with a holy kiss.

Be bold, for in our corner, is the Highest Priest, who makes intercession day and night for His people.

In dominion, let us defend what is ours, for the mystery of the kingdom belong to the little children, a portion of the great.

Now in His presence, remember as we march that the battle is not ours but the King will recompense evil for good.

Man in the light

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature , old things have passed away; behold, all things are become new.
- 2 Corinthians 5:17

For today I stand in Truth, transformed and brought into a family, on this day I am baptized,  for now the veil has been removed, beyond expectations I am today a new man.

For my members warring inside me, the lameness of my flesh against, the omnipotent Spirit, giants colliding as I am brought in a standstill, a new heart but a sinful flesh.

But where do I go?

Weariness of the mind, now to present a holy character, now to walk in guileless, blessed assurance I am in a battle.

Now the veil has been removed, afresh I stand, adopted into a family, now baptize by Spirit; behold, the beauty of holiness.

When the battles come with an intent to, separate me from the Communion, buffeted by the wicked one to draw me out from the fellowship;  yet my Father draws me nearer.

I have a new heart, the rain and fruitful seasons come with a burst of faith, as love compels me to forgive offences because now I am a new man.

As the Potter is busy molding and shaping  His clay, my purification process comes with a testimony, an abolished life full of darkness to a new man in Christ.

This makes all things beautiful again.

Cleanse by the Blood

Cleanse by the Blood

At the fall man lost his way; sin has crept into humanity and the rest of creation came tumbling. Darkness and his fury devoured men.

Hid for a season the Light of the day, as in darkness, men wander about looking for the water to quench their thirst. 

They found none except a bitter water plague by wormwood, as the pastures went farther apart, for the bloodstream was polluted in sin.

Wall of death closing in, unspeakable like a deadly plague, a snare that has dragged the strong into the deep. While many lives scattered and all  hope was lost,a and as obscurity became the norm,  enmity grew in the heart of man.

Mortifying the body with the pleasure of sin, henceforth man found no more options, the sound heard from afar was no less comforting, for even their forefathers met the same faith.

Lawlessness and the mystery of iniquity corrupted the truth, no longer will their minds heed to understanding, for all were corrupt in his ways.

But on the abundant grace of God, now a Foundation has been set, eaglets that became famished will once again dwell on the Eagle's nest.

In the dawn, the Son of Man, the last hope of men has arrived, creatures of habit can can only reach out for His blood; a blood  that can cleanse their transgressions,
and their contemptible ways.

But they shall only come as sinners with nothing to trade, with an empty hand for the Suffering Man has poured out His blood as a cup of redemption.

The sun that scorched humanity will no longer shine, human nature now redeemed by the Seed of a Woman, the Blood of God, by an incarnation of an eternal God.

Unworldly

Take none of the daughters of Canaan,
walk in the path of light

For the Upright had drawn the line in the sand,  trust that the Father has made the crooked path straight.

Turn away from the lips of the unjust, turn  far from ignorance.

Soberly I watched the dead in their Idleness turn to dust, their evil ways caused them to slumber because they did not turn to the Shepherd.

Beware of the one that calls you a friend, go not near his doorstep, with a rod, he has set up a trap and has called a feast for your flesh.

Acknowledge that God is pure and has no evil intentions. His desire is that you walk in the narrowest paths among the faithful giants.

Faithless ones in the likeness of beasts roam around with exceeding wickedness in their hearts; they inherit not the kingdom of God but an eternal damnation.

Gathering sticks to frame their gods,
Idolaters whose belly is full of food and strong wine.

Their Image is full of perversions and their  conversation without truth.

Iniquities fill their soul, corrupt members and as they reap carnality, they seal their hearts with envy.

Come away from their pathways my son, head towards the North.

Their chain is bound for they determined that evil is a path to life.

With swift response and a sudden end Violence shall consume them. Their Words will cease and their
wretched ways will be blotted out.

Then when the wicked  is gone,  now showing the path of life where the just shall live by faith.

The Stormy Wind

Have you seen the storm from the East?  The fiercest storm that when it blows the ground shakes and the Pebbles and the leaves fly off from the trees.

A mighty storm which when it blows, the force of the wind carries the water through and spreads it across the land.

Nobody will dare to defy it, none will have the strength to push back it’s force. It moves freely without hindrance and destroys everything on it’s paths.

It comes without an invitation and on the fertile land it ravages the crops and makes the land desolate.

When all the necessary ingredients and the soil are gone, now the wind will cease from its wrath.

Surely, with less resilience the same can be said of the tribulations , which cleaves to men of righteousness.

It gives his opponent no chance of resilience, from the least to the great,  tribulations comes like a wind ,sweeps the ground. and laughs as it passes through the plain.

The time will come when all the children of Father will have their rest from all works but in such wilderness, tribulations will come as the wind.

Season's of tribulations, such great distress that makes men's hearts grow colder.

The weak runs and cuddles in fear, the strong  may resist for awhile ,  before gradually retreating in due season.

In such a  way,  the Lord comes and test  men. He breaks and tears apart the coverings; unveils the heart.

He removes the shrubs, the dead leaves and debris from the plant.

Now He prunes His crops and waits for the harvest.

The wind will certainly come back but for the children of the Father it will be glorious.

He will stand out from the rest and shine like a star, he will have no blemish but seen in his light.

The fine art of a great Sculptor, the final touch of the magnificent Author.

The finest crafting of a peculiar Blacksmith.

The Father will surely finish His work,
a work that He began beforehand.

The Beguiler

The Beguiler coming at the gates, he cooks up half the truth, a tenacious  tempter with all his doctrine to bring about separation.  Into the camp, at  dayspring he goes to work.

Search him out and see there's no truth in him, as he divides each sect, and appoints a Minister, his injurious doctrine are ready for the hireling, unquenchable to those who love his pleasantries.

The Beguiler seeks out the Goats, he marks their forehead with falsehood and while they seemed  enlightened, smitten by his charisma; they become unprofitable to the Kingdom.

He will bring about division amongst others followers and on the left and the right,  he compels them to  become false witnesses; polluting every  circumstances that promotes nobility.

A slanderous scorpion, ascribing his cause with religion, where the faithful are full of babbling,  backbiters, ambassadors of satan,  allured with all sorts of dogmatic jargon.

Lord of All

Lord of all, our God is undefiled, full of goodness and abounding in steadfast love.

Lord of all, His presence is surrounded by light, a light that permeates every form of darkness.

Tribute to the Holy One, and with glorious voice sing praises to our God.

Lord of all, above and beneath all things in heaven and the earth are Yours, we come with bended knees with nothing except our praise.

Lord of all, victory comes from God because He is forevermore victorious, the Godhead of royalty with an everlasting authority.

Lord of all, unsearchable are His ways, though His foundations are set in stone and His truth endure to all generations.

Lord of all, His reproach is against the immoral, for He only dwells in light, The Living God who is no respecter of persons for His grace knows no boundaries.

Lord of all, Manna from Heaven, the Sufficient One, who gives life to all creation, let us honor and exhort You. For Your marvelous ways is unfathomable.

Lord of all, in longsuffering, we have witnessed Your love, the excellency of Your works gives us inspiration, You are Our desire, and a joyful Pillar.

Magnify the Lord all you saints of God, replenish your heart with worship, let the feeble rejoice for the Lord Almighty is his strength.

The Forgiveness of the Wicked.

A wounded soul crying for deliverance, a suppress emotion; a callous heart.

A love betrayed by the dearest ones; nobody left to comfort the broken soul.

You have laid on your Son the iniquity of our sins. Yet still I feel distressed by the way of the wicked.

Lead me to Your truth, give me the tongue of the wise, so not to speak decietful words to my brethrens.

Give me understanding , so not to fall into the leaven of the heathens because they give out delicacies filled with vanity.

Let me stand, so to shine as light in this dark and perverted world.

Strengthen me so to overcome the indignation. of the unjust.

Santify my heart and lead me by Your Spirit.

As You are Immortality, show me my mortality to know when the fullness of my time has come and passed.

For a prudent man, sees a man's foolishness and forgives them all, even when he had not repented.

Because he forgoes partiality, and seeks counsel from the Wonderful Counselor,  as He alone can take away the chains of bondage and bind up the wounded hearts.

Oh merciful God, you forgive us our debts and declared us righteous,  even when our deeds were evil.

You made us in Your Likeness, exhortation and praise to Your Holy Name. Your greatness is far above the heavenly.

You have reached down to the common man and filled his heart with gladness.

The Immortal Father

When will a child see his father's weakness?

Though he has gone  beyond the seas and has climbed to the highest mountain.

The father's weakness will never be revealed. He was only to know the strength and not the weaknesses.

Until the foundation is shaken and the structure collapse.

Who can the young child lean to for support?

Woe unto that young child for he has not seen the strength of his eternal father, because it was not revealed to him.

Now as he stands dazed and confused, thrust into life to pick up the mantle.

He is lost on the inside; a little boy in a grown man's body.

Who will hold him again and whisper to his ears, as he is still a child without guidance?

Who will guide him and wipe away his tears from his eyes.

Now I know why men hide tears, they've found no comforter but only the oppressors in disguise as the father.

But there is a Father of the fatherless. His name is Elohim.  He is the Father in heaven who is perfect.

When the weakness of our earthly father is revealed, Our eternal Father is the foundation we rest upon.

A Man of Sorrows

There was a man that brought good tidings to the poor. On the seat he stood not as the Judge. In justification, he was scourged and put to death.

Once a man nobody knew, intolerable to his kindred, but in times foreordained. He is to come and deliver the greatest story.

Who knew such a man? Where does he come from and where is his lineage?

He was sold to the wicked merchant at a price of a slave and a kiss by a trusted friend who shared his bread.

Now at the hands of his despisers with their harden souls; all has named his fate.

Named as an infidel, a charlatan and a rebellion to the custom of men, sentenced to die without a trial.

He was dressed as a sheep for the slaughter, for the keepers of the house has delivered him to the bulls of Bashan.

Nobody was to come to his defense because his death is to be profitable for all men. 

Although he loved them with an outstretched hand, yet they impart their anger with grievous words and girded him with hatred.

Who was he? Where did he come from?  Where is his lineage?

A man with no reputation to uphold, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.

As opposition increased, they rent his garments, while the gentiles washed-out his blood.

And when the blood that spilled couldn't eased their murderous appetite, they took the prince and nailed him to a cross.

As physicians gathered they marvelled at the sight of his sufferings. No man has ever seen such one defamed.

Who was he? Where did he come from?  Where is his lineage?

His grave was marked unknown because he is to rise and mend the broken hearts.

He was laden with sin to be sinful for us.  He is to die a sinners death though he knew no sin.

The Forgotten Man

All the friends I have are gone.
The perfect, habitations and dreams of  the present future all vanished without a trace.

Neglect, by my own flesh then I stood alone, alone in a world, a place of torment with a kiss of death.

Observe, I did for all the years and seasons where the glory of a man is once but a moment, abominable.

Precious, minutes have gone by, now I stand alone; forgotten. In the assembly of the multitude, the thunderings and the lightnings, the noise of the crowd.

All has spawn me. I am loved by none, the flowers at the garden, all have turned to thorns.Malice is with me all the days of my life.

Take away my garments and give me a live coal, burn my coats and give me the ashes. For all my days is full of vanity.

Lowliness was found in wisdom, yet I found none, mercy was found in judgment, yet I discovered none, praise was found in God, yet I sought my own path.

Lean on God now, my heart has finally learned. His ways are far better and His compassion is innumerable.

Keep me at my old age, for all my days are trouble and wilderness is all I see.

The keys to the gates of Heaven are in your Hands. Open it for a sinner like me. The latter years are my best years, for the former was all vanity.

Now at my bedside, I see the Hymns of the saints, psalms of the nomads and the Incorruptible inheritance, Christ who is the image of God.

The Battle between the goats and the sheep

I will drive out the goats and replace it with my sheep and I will expose the nakedness of the goats. He will no longer minister a Word for me. The goats will join the bear to help prosecute the sheep and will use his gifts and talents which I gave him against the sheep. The goats will be cut off and the bear will break his teeth by My rod. I will set my eyes on the sheep and keep him until the end. Yet some sheep may lose their life for Me. I will gather the rich together and they shall dispers their riches to the sheep and the sheep shall used the riches dispersed to give and build many souls. Many souls and much souls that can never be counted and they too will build on many souls and much souls for Me. I will stand and see  as I see that none shall take away those of my choosing. I have spoken

Hope of Humanity

Christ the hope of humanity, as the Lord has spoken that on this day have I begotten You.

To the crying woman weep no more, though the darkness have fill your  eyes.

Though your pain and oppression has reached heaven.

Though sickness has opened it's mouth to seize your years.

Though the loneliness of heart has draped sorrows into your bones

My beloved Son, whom I am well pleased, has been revealed to your heart.

As the morning sun comes, you will  behold the beauty of your Salvation.

For though weeping may endure for the night but joy comes in the morning.

So let the tribulations of the south wind come, for the triumph of the wicked is short.

For the north wind will surely come, The Keeper of your heart, He is to come and purge the earth.

When the staff is struck, the mightiest sea will part ways, the land that was once famished, now there is a root out of dry ground.

Those bounded in chains, a Proclamation of Liberty is given- a proclamation that sets the captives free and delivers their soul from death which has called them to perish.

Christ the hope of humanity.

Anoint Him with oil, crown Him with many crowns. He is the Diadem of beauty, the Captain of our salvation.

The chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we were healed.

The Faithful Watchmen

The watchmen standing guard at the watchtower; the last but not the least, without wavering they stood their watch.

On the horizon, though the invaders  has seized the gates; yet they remained still and in constant watch.

But on the seventh day and on the seventh trumpet sound, the Great King will appear; ready to make war and to reign in righteousness.

The age of the coming King will soon come to pass. Then when the Holy One will come, they will be rewarded.

He is to reward the virtuous; those found faithful despite of great prosecution.

Those who their reproach has been blotted and covered by the blood, made new and in the image of  the Great King.

Rejoice! For the sojourner will no longer wear sackcloth. They will walk uprightly in that day and without ashes on his head.

They will no longer lament and fast but will have plenty to eat on feast days.

Reformation is served on the platter of gold. The portion of fat and meat is plenteous, a workman worthy of his wages.

Lordship over the earth for all that remain, they will rule with the King of kings.

Joyful days are coming all you saints, on His right hand is justice and on the left is peace .

When all the kings will come from the north, they will bow at the King's feet. Justly He will reign and deliver the spoils of war to the meek. 

At the new Jerusalem, He will rule. He will appoint his kings to rule with Him and His kingdom will never end.

Sowing and reaping: the evil seeds

Can a man sow an apple and reap oranges?

A river can flow from the east to the west but will the great river flow in reverse?

All the elements of the earth have their place.

The whirlwind comes from the circle of air, the storm comes from the water; an inferno is a blaze of fire.

Can a mustard seed produce a tree?
What have we sown?

Eat the fruit and wash not your hands; come and dine with me and I will rejoice in your calamity.

Plant today and reap tomorrow; Oh you corrupt seed, when have you been good?

When I labored in vain where you not there to collect all my wages?

He that has nothing; gets nothing.

But I have planted and I have harvested, I have given and I have received. 

All I have now is my harvested crops, I have paid for it all and my heart is in deep sorrow.

Our Father in heaven

The path to You is not by chariots,  not by silver and gold, not the wise nor the nobles can approach You.

The mighty once shot an arrow,  they once build a city and on one day, You destroyed their plan.

The wicked set their siege, and on the day of reckoning they came out scattered and without knowledge.

Those that stood at the gates, many that came from the east and the west, their wisdom You thwarted by the simplest things.

The rich buy their goods, they pay their way out of trouble, the merchant and the souls of men will they treasure. Like a  restless hunter searching for a prey.

In Your presence their riches are like moths . They will curse and cast them off on that day!

The sign and the wonders of Your great Name!

The Lord is always in the midst of His people.

His delight is in the way of the righteous.

He goes up and down and sends a helping hand, He keeps watch and gives hope to His little children.

A man  goes on the journey, on the journey met few friends , he comes back and being a son of a king.

He gave sonship to his friends, because he loved them so, and died for them, they became his.

His friends once asked about the greatest in the King's palace. He told them to have nothing but a childlike faith, and that His Father in heaven is welcoming little children home.

These children are the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven.

A road less travel

The road is far and I come to a dead end, I stood and look and I felt deserted. I pressed through and broke an ankle. Lord I am frustrated by the journey but I just worship,

The wilderness is dark and I see no sunlight,  I was naked and felt alone,  my heart is trouble and the mournful days increased. Lord I am feeling lonely but I just worship.

My bones are out of my joint, I eat from the sweat of my brow every day and my body is torn. All of my strength is gone and my eye sight is fading. Lord I am tired of living but I just worship.

Storms of life is closing in on me, I walk with a heavy burden; shackles around my waist and a bag of stone on my back; with every step, I wobble and can't seem to get my bearing. Lord I am overwhelmed but I just worship.

I am on two junctions, staggering towards two lanes, at times heading southward,  a place with plenty of worldly distraction, fondling with sin and going to the broader path. Lord I am confused but I just worship.

Brush me up and set me apart, oil my face and hold me up on my feet, give me food and water and a restful night.

For the days are approaching where no man can work, the evil days are at hand and I need Your strength.

I need to carry Your message to one more town. There are my adversaries and I have no strength. Fight for me dear Lord Jesus but while I wait , I will just worship.

Colors of Creation

The work is done; like a beautiful  shining star that abodes on the nebula.
Where did such a beautiful jewel come from?

Stitched with colors of the rainbow, and with its radiance, the colors of Heaven can only reflect it's rays.

Moreover, found as the centerpiece of all decorous; the beauty, immaculate. A gem dugout beneath the surface of the earth.

Cut and polished with water and fire, like a lapidary with his final masterpiece, shaping out the rough edges.

Now on the far north side, not in the corners where I found you, the beautiful artwork now in display.

Have any ordination been able to reach such plateau as this? Let all mouth be silenced, only let the  heart be the judge.

For such beauty was only refined for the hearts to worship only the Creator.

In search of life

The marathon man

How I have seen this before, the man who wondered through life looking for answers in the wrong places.

The shadow of my life, in the twilight of the past seems unbearable, the levity of great confounded beliefs, so I was told is now plagued with opacity. Founded on the road to where I lay myself, barred and vulnerable. On the road, hoping for answers whereby I gain no understanding and favourable conditions. A marathon where the bystander gives no  such applauds.  A shadow behind me whispers salacious words to my ears, calling me out from the path I was chosen to run. Direct him towards his ancestors path, with attributes that is misshapen and corrupted, the words would say. Go ahead, feed him poison thus waiting for my slow departure along the roadside. And as I continued towards the journey of unknown,  I remembered how the man of sorrow once walked the pattern of life. The insults, the stench of a corrupt world that surrounded him, he was the song of drunkards, as they mocked. Once a loner, walking through the smothering atmosphere of pain. The shame he bored, while also looking at his future, a man soon to be cut off in the land of the living. I found him only at the end of his life. But then again he found me, I willfully surrendered, undeviating I walked beside him, in his footsteps we danced in harmony, as he was transfigured, I see such reverence, such life. He was buried in my corruption, raised for my justification.

The spirit man

Who are those that come to me? Aren't them those that have been battered, beaten and that the catastrophe that came to them they wouldn't withstand, for how else shall I make myself known to them?Those that I called out from the beginning to be my priest upon the earth, I will forever live in their hearts. For ever since the beginning, the entire creation had been groaning. The sons of Esau and Jacob, weren't they brothers diverted to two different paths? But only one that traded all his spiritual heritage as another retains it. The man of the flesh will be the man of the flesh, the spiritual man is spiritual, yet all by my sovereignty. Let me tell you that the carnal man can't absorb the light of heaven, for I am Spirit and Truth.

walking in the spirit

The  lost man falling from grace, weary of all his labours, lacking life and have lived in a lie. He comes to the end, meets his Savior, the redemption of the man at last, lost man has been nail to the cross, the self made man has died there, at the Author of Peace bosom he rest, at the Anointed One he sees, at the King of Kings feet he bowed, at the Prince of life he is resuscitated back to life, the strong tower. A new man he becomes, still the struggle, many questions of an unknown and unfamiliar path he encountered, no longer does he live for himself, yet justified, yet peaceful, in his redemption truth is revealed, but still restlessness of the mind, emotions and will. As he begins to question, he becomes much impatient. Rest of redemption, a voice replied, "you are learning to walk again". Walk? Man responds. "Walk in Me", the voice replied.

Break the yoke, oh God!

Aha, the enemies have come; the butchers have come for their pound of meat.

Remember the days of your ancestors when we came for them and pour out the sins of their fathers upon them?

We were more gruesome and each paid the penalty for their sins.

Now the time has come when we have assembled in our units to come after you.

We carry only machetes and with empty bowls to fill your blood in it; we called the prince of death and he is without mercy.

The mark is with you and on your  bloodline we shall follow.

All the male and female, generations to generations let us devour.

Now I have seen evil, the enemy of my destiny has come. The Lord have chosen me yet there's an adversary.

For all my days are trouble and peace has left my side.

Come for me Lord, I looked for the doctors and my counselors, they rather gave me vinegar for my thirst.

The friends of mine that sat at my bedside only sang melodies, they knew not how to comfort me.

The enemies of my soul have increased and I am trapped in the Valley of Slaughtervale.

Once I searched and came across a town, I looked at the corners and found a few men of old. 

They sound at ease and had no trouble and on their hearts was the name " The Branch " written.

Although there weren't as nourished like others yet they sang with joy.

They were like pillars and seemed as though their trees were deeply rooted.

Though the wind came and battered them and the rain flooded their pathways; yet they remained still, like an oak tree.

Take me to that place of rest oh God,  help me and bring me to the place where I will stand despite the fiercest storm!

Though my enemies have surrounded me; keep me in Your perfect peace, were I will lay my head on Your lap and sleep throughout the stormy night.

The Walking Dead

What really matters in this life?  Who is really living?

Where truly can we find life's true meaning?  Where can we find life's  precious jewels.

Who is he that is alive? Who is he that moves about life with ease?

A man, all his days he finds a book that he hadn't read: himself.

A day gone by without understanding, but what the Wicked One has offered him is a facade baked in self-determination.

All his life there are two pages presented before him:  the book of knowing and the book of feeling.

These pages are never the same, nor is it cut out from the same cloth.

One is a front door, the knowing or knowledge.

Another is the side door, the feeling, or fantasy.

But for the feelings,  he will run away from the front door, to take the side door, whisper to his heart,  and say it is ok, I am alright. 

He will dance and laugh, eat and sleep, give and take, all will be good he says.

But how can he really find peace,
Truth and hope?

How can he deal with suffering? How long can he cope beneath the pain? How much can he really love?

Now the deepest matter is the front door which he fear to walk into. For in it, lies life true meaning, value and purpose.

Two Nations in the Womb

How is it that we were close but forever distance,  one world with two nations, born to be separated.

For Edom, we wrestled in the womb, and as we tussle: I grabbed you by the heal. Your might was in your bow and arrows , a hunter and a man of the field.

You cared only the things of the flesh and deny your spiritual inheritance!

You lived to eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow you may die!

Though I came out second, yet you served me. For there was no destiny found in you.

You were unfaithful with the sacred gifts. How strange to dwell in tents at Canaan.

I remembered when we lived together on one plain.

Now the grapegatherers are at your gates; they have been patiently seeking for your destruction; now is the time for the harvest.

Now the lines were drawn. At the clefts of the rock, when we draw our last breath and fell on your laps, you gave us no water to drink.

All the while you led in the oppressors to carry your own brother to the far east country, and what about our substance? You divided it amongst yourselves.

How wicked is Edom? A brother in the flesh and an enemy in the spirit.

But on the sight of the Lord he found you out, and have given you away as He sees fit.

There will be no more of you; your wickedness have tip the scale and the Lord Almighty has found you guilty.

God of my rock

My Shield and my Refuge, what can the arrow of my enemy do to me?

Shot from the top of the mountains,  with long metal blades, the wind has kept it steady, now it hits the target.

Who will endure such pain? Who can withstand such thrust?

Perhaps for a few while the pain will lessen; maybe time will heal all wounds; or the pleasures of sin  perhaps, will gradually sooth all the pain away.

But who will heal a broken spirit?  Who will mend the broken hearts?

Breathless still; searching for an antidote to heal the wounds.

Can you find rest in a broken world, a world filled with heartaches?

A world where the loner lays his head at night while soiled in tears?

Who will shield me from all the constant trials? Who can comfort me and hear my groaning which words cannot utter?

Surely there is a One that heals all broken hearts.

Indeed there is a place called a City of Refuge, where the righteous run to and hide.

Christ, the Rock of all foundation.  

A threefold cord

Have a drink, sit for long, gazing at the beauty, for from the days  of Noah, they were marrying and giving away in marriage.  What has happened to this generation?

Remember long ago , when we sat and talked, when we call out the issues of the heart, when we walk together and shared the deepest secrets in the Garden of Love.

Laughter was the atmosphere, crying was never our portion, we had no fear, shame was absent, love was all we knew.

The Fountain was in our midst, we knew each other well, we were formed and made for each other. Made in the image of the ageless One, an eternal love was for us to keep . Though we were naked, we were free and unashamed.

Then what happened? Why do we now look upon each other with lustful desires. Who separated us from our innocent days? Now we see no longer our hearts,  we looked no longer alike.

Come quickly!  Sow on the fig leaves! Cover the faces, shun the fellowship; lest He sees our intention. Hide from Him, keep Him at bay, for His countenance is now unbearable.

But now who really sees us? Who calls us out by name?  How can we be intimate again, if not through love?

Love! What does it even look like? How does it really feel? How does taste? Where can it come from ,if not from the One who bonded us together in the beginning?

The One, who saw man in his struggles, in his loneliness and saw that it was not good for Him to be alone.

The One who put the man to sleep and took out his rib, made him a help meet, beautiful as the morning sun, and put them in His presence.

For we went out of your presence once, a flaming swords surrounded us, naked and afraid, alone out we went to the unknown wilderness.

But by the work of Your Kinsman Redeemer , the One that came for our redemption , sent to take our place, and set us in a place of prominence. Finally in your presence, there is grace.

Now we are complete. Man and woman in marriage, two cords that became one, and the third cord.

And although our cord may ravel at times by our imperfections, yet You carry us through the rough paths.

Though our cord may be tangle by the cares of this life, yet You untangled us in Your Strength, Your love and Your grace.

You are the third cord that is unraveled untangled and unbroken.

A three-fold cord is not easily broken.

A supper with the King

He was with the Father when He laid the foundation of the world and created man in His own image,  set him apart, and loved him so. The Son that was with Father from the beginning of time is now with man , 

Now as the morning stars and sons of God all sang together, in one glorious cry, the Lion of the Tribe of Judah has come to dinner, now sitting among men.

Who's saw this day coming?

Nowhere was this ever be written, nowhere has it ever been imagined where a God will sit together with His creatures and break bread together.  Not even the wise men of the east and the prophets wad such a mystery ever been revealed.

I am appalled and as I looked on in amazement I saw that the ones that had sinned are now a covered in white garments that glimmer like snowflakes , who would have thought them to be holy? Not even Gabriel.

Who knows the mind of the Lord? Can anyone counsel Him or advice Him on what is right or wrong?  See how merciful our God is.

Though I understand and see His mighty Hand in judgment.  For centuries, He has given us laws to pass down to humankind.

Nevertheless, they rebelled and have broken His Commandments they have broken his laws and did abominable things.

Yet I have never seen such grace like these.

They worship Him not as the lawgiver and judgments like us but through His grace and mercy.

This I cannot comprehend such mystery is too far-fetched for me .
All I can now do is worship,  for He alone worthy to be praised.

The Messenger

Blow the shofar !
Let us sing and dance with the tambourine , the cymbals, the harps,  let all the host of Heaven sing.

Let it all out and be not silent!  No longer can we speak so softly, for the mystery of Heaven has been revealed to these little ones on the earth. Let us sing praises to our King. The Lord of lords is His name. 

In the company of angels , the voice of many sings Alleluia!

How is it that we stood and proclaimed the message saying that the time has come when the King will come?
The Great King who is come and to reclaim His kingdom on the earth.

And while the children of men, slept and ate bread and with their bellies filled with all sorts of things, yet and as before the scales still remained in the eyes in their eyes?

The time has come to proclaim the message of the ages. But how without a preacher?

Look I see a man walking to and fro the Earth seemingly restless but found no hope or a comfort in the midst of his companions.

He goes home and drowns his sorrow with a bottle of wine and all to wake up for another strong drink.

I see a woman weeping on the inside yet laughing and chatting as if she has found love in the arms of a stranger.

A man walks across the town and with records of broken hearts, he plunges into the depths of the black sea, because he had lost all hope of restoration.

Moreover as the tears in their eyes increases,  they soon drifted farther away from reality, farther from God.

Indeed there is some way to reach out to them, to embrace them and show them the path to Salvation.

To bring them to the Fountain to drink the Water of Life so that they will thirst no more.

Surely there's is a way to open their hardened hearts to the One who stands outside and knocks continuously.

A way to realize that the Kings of kings and Lord of lords is calling out sinners, those poor in spirit to His Name.

Although we shout and sing and praise the Most High ceremoniously, how can we reach them except through a messenger? But who are they? Where are they? What are they doing down there?

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

Draw me nearer my Lord, I am falling away, I have known You and have seen Your goodness. I still believe but now am suffocating.

I am drowning in tears, looking up for answers, surely your are powerful and just. The speed of light can't compare Your swift hand. No one can fathom the size of your heart, for you delight in mercy and arbor the wicked.

I saw the wicked rise in power, with his horns, he scoffed and trample the weak, he is like an iron, walks with his nose pointed at the heavens, despisers of good and a lover of evil but in his heart he has no rest.

Outside the gates I see no mercy, the banks of the river is filled with blood and tears. Though in my heart I know that you are nearer and hear the cries of your children.

But Lord why do you move so slowly? Surely I need wisdom and knowledge to see your works and stand encouraged, for your hand is even more apparent in the valley of death.

But sovereign Lord, why am I in so much distress? I see the seasons of my good days closing in on me. I can't see your hand in my life.

But though my mind decieve me, let my heart testify of your goodness. Let the one who disagrees come with hard evidence, let the preacher man preach as one with the oracle of God, let the deciever by silent and eat dust.

God is in the midst of His people, He will never let the righteous be moved. His hand will rest upon them and in His own time, He will give them rest.

Wild seeds

Meditation : Matthew 13: 24-25

See how the flower grows,  all with colorful layouts,  the flowers arrayed with beautiful stripes, blossoming beneath the sunlight, as they spread their leaves uniformly across each patterns,  it doesn't help to notice the aroma of love that serenades the atmosphere.  What shall they say when they seed this garden?
Will they look upon it with a sentimental glance? Will they look for romance? A place to hide away from daily burdens? Moreover,  the dew of Heaven only seems to flourished it , creating such a masterpiece. While the Gardener at times prunes it, fertilize it and at times the shrubs are burned up, while the old  leaves  are removed the newer leaves continously buds; creating a pleasant glance.
Surely the sunlight,  the air and the dew are far from our control. But what about the soil? Shouldn't we plant as many wild seeds around it to starve out its roots? Let those flowers have the sun, the rain and the air, but the soil where all these elements land, fill it with wild seeds.

The doctrine of damnation

Sell the goods, and let us buy some of the fresh meat.  Though pretentious a little, he is our fairest chap.

Now we have paid some hefty amount before but not as much as this one,  a hefty price for the fairest chap!

Come my traders now go to work and sell the lies on the real truth.

March, the fairest one, going down to the Palace fitted for  kings. 

In the moment of comfort with no realization of what may occur, let him see only what we want him to see,  Only beautiful field  of flowers and snowy mountains in pleasant valleys,  lots of exotic animals and plants.

Buried beneath we have several shrubby plants, thorn and nettles, canker worm growing within.

Although from the physical standpoint it looked promising yet plague and death awaits,  the doctrine of damnation.

A Voice like a Sound of Many Waters.

I heard a voice like the sound of many waters calling me out from the world.

Like a Shepherd's voice calling for his sheep, a voice that shakes the mountain but warms the soul.

A voice like a bridegroom calling out his bride, A voice like the waves of the sea rushing into the banks.

Like a speed of lighting appearing beneath the clouds. And as the voice thundered, it draws me nearer out from the world

A voice like a sound of that of an Archangel, a mighty voice with all its meaning, that denotes the Alpha and the Omega.

A voice like the sound of my Beloved who went out to gather the lilies at the field and at the garden of love, he had poured out frankincense and spices, saffron and calamus,  at the chamber of love. 

My beloved, the One who has made rooms and parlors in the great  house of Zion, and built walls and great fortress to keep the thieves at bay.

Come my bride, says the voice of my Beloved, come. 

I for one knew the voice, no time to hesitate for my Beloved has come. He had prepared a place for my stay at the Abba's House. No time to ponder, but I must leave now.

Here comes my Beloved with a testimony and a company of the host of Heaven , calling me out of the dark, calling me home at last.

Broken Chains

Oh, that lovely fountain! Flows from the veins of the Son of Man, the blood that atones my sins.

A man born in sin and death even from generations to generations, from the first to the last, such was no innocence found in man, but in Adam all men died.

A sign given that a virgin will be with child,  from the beginning a Lamb was slain before the foundation of the world.

His death will be a ransom for many and  that he will release the chains and the bondage of sin from the captives.

Though there was no sin found in him, yet he went  to the slaughter house, he bled and died, buried and was risen.

His blood now flows to the uttermost to save the chieftest of sinners.

Emmanuel, God is with us.

I will send my king the begotten son, disrobe of royalty but filled with power and  governance.

My Son in his life will he be known and by his death he will be exalted.

Emmanuel, God is with us.
Behold a Star out of Jacob, the One that is to be king.

Though, on the earth, there was no life, the breathless souls, all passing away.

Then something just interrupts the Earth, in space and time, a phenomenon came into a virgin's womb. 

The Virgin who shall bring forth a child and shall call his name Emmanuel, God is with us; thus fullfiling the promise.

For since the time of the old, man has found no peace. And since I find no king in the children of men, now, he will be a King, whose kingdom will forever stand.

While his feet will passes through Judah, and in the depth beneath and height above, so it will be for all his brethren: since  he is the firstborn to all creations.

See him coming to dwell with man,
A star of Jacob coming down into the Earth, though he was God but now a man in flesh and blood, a time of liberty.

Let us come and witness what has taken place, though we are shepherds, yet we have seen his face  an overwhelming Grace beyond our eyes.
Emmanuel,  God is with us.

Above the landscape: the light

Does anyone look beyond the landscape?

Luxury and good fortune our eyes have surrounded. By the sight of it ,
All in glitter and in abundant.

A bed of lust , where all the nobles come and feast and filled their bellies.

Singing and dancing I heard from the horizon, gouging for today with no regard for tomorrow. Marrying and giving away in marriage; this they do all day long.

For I wondered where the end meets? If when the music ever stops, what happens next? What lies beneath the surface?

I have seen a city, loved by many with glossy festivities by the day, nevertheless in the night, death was its name.

Sodom cries out from the grave! His children are gone. Repent all you simple ones! Learn from me you wicked degenerates!

Drink not the cup of abomination,  for it will give you the buzz in the morning and eat up your intestines in the evening.

I also heard of a man who once was my neighbor, he built tents among the Plains. He stood alone and walked in light.  Given thanks to His God.Though he was a stranger.

In the landscape, there lies his tent far from the rotten city . For he longed for a City whose builder was God.

Once a Fallen Man

The cross, the place my Messiah laid bare, a place he shed his blood for my sins.

I know not the pain he endured, though he bore the sins that I was suppose to bare.  Such sacrifice is too great for me to fathom.

My mind still not able to comprehend such love,  when I stood on solid ground, he fell.  When I drank and ate, he thirst.

When he was scourged I was made whole,  when he was in distress, I felt at peace. 

He took my poverty and clothed me with his richness. Soothed in all pain, when he paid the penalty for all my sins.

Lord,  what a fallen man,  yet you came save me and such a fortune I do not deserve.

Stand up on your feet and shake the dust off. From today I will put a new song in you.

Put on a garment  of righteousness for you have been redeemed.

For a new birth is being given and the old creature has being renewed.

Now forget the old and looked towards the new.

Eat from the king's table, delicacies made with love. For today you shall live and live evermore.

For you are now a joint heir with Christ and those who will inherit the kingdom of God.

The helping Hand.

Forever you are worthy,

I have seen what the naked eyes fail to see,

On the bank of the river you stood alone,

Calling my name out, from the midst of the people,

Going to and fro the earth,

I saw no path,  though I travelled throughout the outer banks,

Come out from them,  leave the stack of stones, that has weighed you down,

Then I looked upon,

There you were,

Walking towards the gate,

Feeling lighter at each step, as I get closer,

How I wished to be just as you are, light and gentle, quiet and peaceful,  eyes filled with deep love.

Quite in the stormy sea,  oh dear. the weight on me, 

Pulling me down, 

Reaching down in my slumber,

You carried me out of the waters,

Rest, you have more ways to go, then you breathed into me and I was comforted.

The Narrow Path

Forsaking the lifestyle wasn't an option,  I was in the enemy's camp,  held captive against my will.

Surrendering to the slightest trap, my eyes full of adultery, with every stride that leads to nowhere.

Farewell, I said to this life and come into the new world. But to where? Is not all there is to this life?  To eat, drink and merry for tomorrow we will die?

The days of the Renaissance, that is what I remembered, the classical arts, the literature,  music filled with pervasive rhythms, the humanist way of copping with perverted world.

Masking my shame with more indulgence of sex, and alcohol,  camping out with a companions of peasants,  whose minds are forever fixated in strange idealistic notion.

Given to much wine, only drew me to deeper depression, the sounds and light, songs of a place,  pictures of towns, crowds of happy couples,  filled my heart with sadness. Where is God? I said.

Suffocating in my own Lust, I saw no hope,  no companion, all but me in a lonely room,  with the four walls gazing at me,  and laughing at my distress, a life full of nothingness.

Then I rose up, must've missed the snooze button on my alarm clock, howbeit it was Sunday,a day I reserved for hangover recovery. What now?  Go to church?

A place filled with old hags, little children, unhappily married folks,  boring sermons that only make me yawn and fall off my seat.

Yet at this stage what do I have to lose? Staggering towards the lighthouse, the walk of a narrow path, the Iridescent rays, in the place I hear familiar songs, songs of victory.

Songs of victory? Mind racing like a speed of light, I can hear my heartbeats as I take each step towards the altar, there I surrendered, there I found my place of rest. Safely in His arms,  Safely in the arms of Jesus.