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.