My God walked upon this planet...

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He who was formed in the womb of a woman has now arisen and sits on a throne.

Captivated by hearts that draw near to hear his voice.

King Jesus set the captives free. King Jesus make the blind to see.

Rebellion and hate are growing still massacres happen nearly everyday.

Stabbing fighting hating the human life. Religion being a form of deceit.

Jeshua came to bring about a life incarnate to those who have died. 

Sin greed hate and jealousy all have lost the battle, for love will rule them all. 

And love has conquered death itself, fighting it to its grave. 

No more sorrow no more tears a time will come when life will be fulfilled.

Triumph and splendor greatness and wealth, proud of my maker. 

Whom humbled himself.

The land of sorrow will become a land of hope. Jerusalem and Judah will sing again. 

Songs of glad tidings to its King of kings.

My God walked upon this planet. My God has not forsaken me.

My God has woken every captive and called them his friend.

Accepted. Beloved. Adorned with great light. 

Fantasy has become reality with the bride becoming a wife.

 Dynasty and royalty are commonly found in speeches of Kings and Queens.

You now have the deciding choice to bow before the king. 

To become his friend and companion or become one he has not known.

Beauty

Fame is beauty in this world.
Yet in the presence of he who is beauty, he declares beauty as a definition of character, a existents of a being.

We marvel at landscape and twinkly lights, we marvel at a person or a show. Yet there is a presence in which you can enter and find a beauty indescribable so perfect that you shake with tremors and are in such awe of that presence.

In this presence you have been chosen to stand to gaze to look upon and behold holiness. To become like holiness and do as he does. In this presence you are identified as an existence of something greater than you can possible imagine

A wandering question about self

Slave: "Cries out on the streets, in the malls until dawn. I want to be found!"

Slave: "Screams here I am, here's where I am! Use me! See me!"

Freedom says: "Come! Feel the touch of grace through me! Grace to be yourself, grace to walk as intended, without boundaries and limits, of WHO you really are. The destiny you once were has come alive. FREEDOM. Resurrection. Whole. Forgiven. No limit to the speed you go towards the Self you were created to be."

Slave: cries help!
Freedom says: I will.

Slave: Who are you?

Freedom: "I am your creator, your origin, in whom I liken you to look like.

I fashioned and formed you in the depths of the earth, putting each finger, eye and toe in place, just right!I am the one who gave you your name, your breathe, your very existence."

Slave: "whispers why would you do this for me? I am bound in chains? I couldn't pay you back? Gradually getting louder spelling out it's self life. I can't even reach you? I can't find you? I don't know how to accept You? I'm ugly, I've been used, I'm broken in pieces?"

Freedom starts walking closer, looking with compassion and mercy as Slave gets lower to the ground and falls backward.

Freedom: "I do not condemn you, come I have a key, I have band aids, come I'll tell you who you truly are. Walk with me, I'll walk you through the life I planned for you."

Slave: Cries What if I fall, what if I make a mistake, what if I don't live up to what you expect?

As Freedom unlocks one locket. A flash of light, a spark, Slave jeers backwards. "What was that?"

Where to go from here, what should be the answer to Slaves question?

what a great day!

The bustling leaves, the turning winds, around a corner spring shoots come.

The raising of the sun, and the setting of its rays. Pictures of life within the clouds.

What a great day.

 

A dancing a buzzing of dreams gone by.

A rescue, a hope fulfilled, a memory of life that has just gone still.

Breaking through is breaking news in ones life of hopelessness,

A standing still, a sigh of relief as the coming brings a new season of life. 

 

Twisting, turning waving and shaking, what is to be?

What does this heart yearn to see?

A new heaven a new earth, redemptions song coming forth.

A day of celebration a year in the making, beautiful things take an eternity.

 

Flaming fire, bright as the sun, flashing forth a glorious Son.

Tangled deep within a human a longing is felt

And yet is waiting to be fulfilled.

When Oh God will you pour out your love, when God will you draw close?

When God will I see you face to face and never have to leave this place?

 

Oh I'm waiting for this day, a glorious sound will be released, a sigh of excitement a song of glee.

Day by day I wonder which day, you will come back and we will see face to face. 

A generation of lovers will arise

Oh the silence of fathers and mothers. The rebellious , corrupt generations that just wanted to do what they wanted when they wanted to do it, and wanting to give their kids instant things. But look actually look at what this next generation is walking in, you who were fathered and mothered yet denied the presence of that which is necessary, did you not learn from them? Did you not hear their advice? Are you juggling too many expectations of what people actually want. Are we not mothers are we not fathers do you not see that love is the answer, that not human love nor the gifts of humanity but an eternal love that out lasts the generations, that is consistent, pure and exactly what we crave.

 

Is not the LORD drawing and calling people to be lovers not workers, is not the LORD cultivating a generation of new fathers and mothers, of nurturing by faith, by humility and grace extended to one and all. Is not the LORD fashioning and forming a definite expression of him self with those who are willing to go to the extreme, to go to the hardest and furtherest nations, those that are blinded by religion by doing things.

 

Come then join in the fun in the song of revelation. A dance of joyous pursuit, a hope that which we have been called, extends it's hand to us and pulls us along. A swirl and a swing a tangling a win, dancing beneath an autumn leaf song. Trees are dancing, waving there branches hurray. The leaves are falling down for joy and laughter is their game. A royal ballet a cheerful glee as one comes to the kingdom entering victoriously

A Offering of Worth

The pain rises within her

The gripping sorrow of her heart,

fear, rejection agonising yet sympathises with her heart.

 

Misunderstandings had taken place,

People had got the wrong end of what she was wanting to say.

To express love was what she had to offer, brokenness was her fame.

Wearing the broken record of worry and anxiety she simple became,

Ashes and sorrow, her everyday face.

 

She had had enough, she was sick of her pain,

A man of great power had beckoned her name.

Come and sin no more, follow me

and I will show you where freedom lives,

if you show me your pain?

 

She gathered all that she possessed

Her worldly treasures her own gain

And she poured it out at his feet

With tears streaming down her face.

A response of shame a display of disrespect in mans eyes

Yet she came, with an open heart and open mind wanting the great exchange.

 

Beauty for ashes,

the oil of joy for mourning,

a garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. (Isaiah 61)

 

And his response, this man of great worth,

This man of power and authority said...

Do not reject her, leave her alone

She has done a beautiful thing to me...

She has done what she could...

And I declare that wherever the gospel is preached

What she has done will be told in memory of her. (Mark 14:6-9)

 

God acknowledges us in our pain he says

 'I was there with you and I promise to heal you.'

 

 

 

 

NOTE:Tears are a beautiful response to the hurt and pain that life throws at us.

They are our words when there are none to say.
 

Do not judge others in their pain
for crying out to God "Deliver me from this pain."

For tears bring freedom not condemnation
they bring joy to us when we face our pain.

So do not reject the one who cries from shame,
but rejoice that she is giving her pain
to the one who holds the key to the great exchange;
Freedom is our Portion,
Freedom is our Name.

For those who cry out to the Lord
he will swiftly make the exchange.

The Memories

The memories of childhood the faults and misconception,

The joys and laughter's is a weaving of history in our lives.

Sharing in the glory and tribulation of the cross of Christ,

Has brought me to remember that God is faithful, and he is in control. 

The highs and lows the sadness and joy

The memories of the glory of God being revealed.

Embracing the pain, rejecting the lies

And holding on to the truths brings Gods love to you.

Healing comes when facing the lies

And speaking the truth will counteract the lie.

Fear and rejection is redeemed through the cross,

Meditation and restoration are freedoms song.

Hands stretched out arms receive the love of God just for me.

God I thank you for creating me.