THE TRUTH TO COME
Life springing outward
Sounds of birds singing now heard
Color like candy for the eyes
Dead branches now in disguise
Winter now out of sight
Resurrection in flight
Truth shown through creation
Love and joy the sensation
To see you, to see what is true
New life this season brings
My heart in you praises and sings
Not only for what is here now
But the truth to come
THE PRODIGAL SON
I was lost, life had no meaning
Everything I tried fell beneath me
Hiding my weakness, feeling insane
Looking for something to numb my pain
Blinded by sin wickedness would begin
To grow with leaps and bounds
Lies filling my head with horrible sounds
Hiding the pain, ignoring the signs
I created a monster that couldn’t be bound
The monster grew with terrible sounds
The roar of my body crying for food
I found myself in a famine, I could never assume
I couldn’t bare the pain, I hung my head in shame
A man like me should surely deserve to die
I bowed my head and began to cry, holding my hands to pray
For what could I possibly say
I lifted my voice in fear, awaiting his fury to appear
With a quietness to my surprise,
He lifted my chin and gazed into my eyes
He said I am he the builder of trees
For eternity you and I will be, forever is thy love for thee
You were blind and now you see
We will have a celebration for all who come to me
Trumpets and angels singing, set me off to a new beginning
Luke 15
BREAKING GROUND
The ground is hard, dry from no rain
Winter is far from my eyes
My body weak and in pain
My vision is clear of what the hard work will bring
Every stroke of the pick breaks a piece of my insides
Like the pounding waves bringing in the tides
The clouds begin to form, dark and gloomy
Carrying with them doubts flowing through me
The rain begins to fall covering the body of land
Filling the heart of it and turning it into sand
I begin to feed the soil as the seeds leave my hands
Soaking in the joy of the rain upon my face
I realized a change was taking place
Galatians 6:7
ALREADY BOUGHT AND PAID FOR
I wonder if God loves to shop
I bet He does, as He goes from yard to yard
Looking at people’s junk
They say one mans junk is another mans treasure
I believe God looks for junk and turns it into treasure
The biggest job for God is not finding the junk
The junk is everywhere
It’s convincing the junk, it’s treasure
One must understand the power in His word
One must dare to believe, and receive
I wonder if God is shopping at your house today
I wonder if He was, what you would have to say
Would you tell Him why you are not worth the time or day
Would you tell Him there is better junk then you
Or do you already since, you are more than junk
Or do you feel like a ship that’s already sunk
There is something special about junk
Some junk is priceless when found by one with knowledge
Some junk when in the right hands
Can be worth more than when new
I happen to ponder this thought, then thought of you
I hope this message is getting through
He knows your inner struggles, the rejection you feel
The power in His message is real
You just have to believe
Quit comparing yourself and receive
There is a miracle knocking at your door
Push through your thoughts, open your heart
There is something beautiful in store
That something beautiful is you
Already bought and paid for
Zechariah 9:14 The Lord Will Appear
FACE TO FACE
Life as I know it will never be the same
Grace under fire death no longer remains
The face of the old man rises up so strong
For a moment I wondered what was wrong
Had I lost what was given
Am I no longer forgiven
Has what I believed in forsaken me for sin
Face to face I’m looking in
Or am I looking from the new man
Face to face with the old
With the power of Christ I will stand firm and hold
I’m not afraid anymore, as I stand face to face with the past
Now I can see that the strong holds won’t last
He was brought to the surface and changed from his past
The face of the old man can no longer hide
I gave him to Christ and he died
1st Corinthians 13:12
BROKEN WINGS
In the nest without a worry in the world
Daddy goes out and does the hard work, bringing the straw to build the nest
He goes hunting to bring home food and momma does the rest
Guarding, protecting, feeding, nesting, preparing for the days to come
Now its time for the little one to spread its wings
Out from the nest its soars and sings, yet on its own now, it’s free
Vulnerable to what this hard world brings
It’s not long its wings damaged and can no longer fly
Daddy soars across the sky, responding to his darlings cries
Once again safe from the world and in the comfort of the nest
Mamma tends to the wings and daddy prepares to teach and test
Full of love he’s hard and stern, this times preparations must be learned
Discipline the building of character, maturity an inner strength
This time there will be no mistakes
The hard lessons, it now must face to fly alone
Daddy guides with a list of directions with complete love in his heart
The words of guidance seem hard, His truth at times stings
Only to protect against broken wings
UNDISCOVERED
Beneath your outer person is a jewel needing to be revealed
A glorious stone yet to be polished
A priceless pearl
When brought to the light of its true color
A rare diamond full of riches within
A glory only light can reveal
Deep within its prison, guarded by walls of many kinds
Is an endless treasure to be found
Though deep within your walls
Having not the key, lays undiscovered
The night watchman shines his lantern upon the deep darkness
There high above the heart of the cave
The treasure breaking through with the slightest sparkle
The night watchman drawn to its powerful glare
Removes the muck with a gentle touch of his hands
Once undiscovered now a treasure indeed
He works against the rigid walls
Taking careful measure not to harm this jewel
Clearing away all darkness revealing the heart of the stone
Now blinded by the glory of the stone he turns his lantern down
This beautiful stone now carries its own light
A light of his glory once undiscovered
2 Corinthians 4:7
BREAKING OUT OF PRISON
The lies of the devil are a prison built by the crafty one, seeking all who will listen by their fear of life. The hearts of the innocent fooled by his illusions, twisting the truth of life. Only faith and a pure heart can defeat his evil plan. Holding to truth through humility. A surrender to fear, can turn to power when holding the shield of faith and no longer bowing to fears and lies. Standing strong against the winds of lies and fears, will bring a swift change in the tides. A hope draws near bringing power and truth in its sword. Courage and submission to the one who holds glory in his hands. The mark of love still shown on his wrists, and side. Marks made for you and I. See past your fears, see the vision of truth and walk towards it, pushing past your fears and the sea of the unknown. Push through the moments of a false lighted defeat. See it as a moment of heart, breaking through a locked door with the key of truth. It is through this way of living can you unlock Gods anointing. Learning, fighting through moments of character lanterns, shining light on areas of need. There only to bring forth Glory when the fight is in true hands. The hands of God. Another name for fear is Satan. The name of faith is Christ.
Psalm 146:7
CORD OF THREE STRANDS
Connected by cord and strands
Woven together, though built on sand
Two cords standing alone
There is love, but missing the stone, to build upon
Two cords, still missing the third
You wonder if your heart is heard
Your efforts go misunderstood
Carry on, you wonder if you should
Your hope is lacking the nerve
To stay on this broken curve, Of mixed emotions
The notion to look above
Might you see heavens glorious Dove
Though two can keep each other warm
Can they withstand the storms
Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves
When two hearts get pushed apart, us this life tells
It just might be making room for the third
A strand the Dove carries by word
The truth of life spoken
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
Ecc 4:12
When God is the third strand, there is nothing you can’t do.
STAND MY GROUND
How many battles must I fight
Out from one and into another
The enemy rages on
There must be a reason
You allow this to come upon
Clearly I see his hatred
Unto you it must be sacred
To form the solider in me
Love cannot be seen
For I must stand my ground
Open the eyes of the easily fooled
And those my heart so never understood
I must stand my ground
FULL OF ROSES INSPIRATIONALS 