After writing Born into a cloud and sharing the scripture God gave me the day after writing it, I memorized the poem and scripture and shared them for a year straight. One day driving my work truck on the freeway, Gods presence came over me at the same time the words in my head,” I realize life is not all roses,” entered my mind. I began to cry very heavily to the point of not being able to drive. So i pulled off onto the next exit and pulled off to a dirt area where i continued to cry under the move of God. I couldn’t stop crying and the presence of God seemed to get stronger, i began to ask God to stop. It was very overwhelming to the point of begging him, please God stop. He answered my request, and i was able to pick up a pad of paper and write the words I heard when the rest came. This poem became my marching orders as an Evangelist, and I have been planting people roses ever since. With the help of the one perfect ROSE!
This is the second poem I wrote which became the name of my ministry fullofrosesinspirationals.
Full Of Roses
I realize that life is not all roses At times just a scent of a rose Other times a full blossom of roses The day comes when the roses Begin to wilt die and fall away There is a gloom in a wilted rose A lost hope I suppose Life to me is about a Rose I found the most beautiful Rose one day This Rose continues to blossom in my life Never wilting, never-dying Full of life and blossoms ever so bright What I found in this Rose is When the scent is right And it is in full blossom To cultivate the soil planting more roses Clipping the old and wilted away That there is a continual scent of roses And a fullness of blossoms So in this one Rose I have planted many And I will continue all my days Until life is full of roses
The story continues 20 years after writing Born into a Cloud and Full of Roses, one in 2000 and the other in 2001. God was about to prove He was the one who wrote them both, by the power of His Holy Spirit. I was only the vessel. The first thing that happened was God began to speak to me about New Life and New Beginnings. I’m not going to go into details, this is a long enough story. What I will say is God had me watching and waiting.
Several years back my daughter was in college and her and I were having a little bit of a struggle in our relationship. I felt she was getting away from the Christian faith she was raised in. I began to pray for her God would bring a godly man into her life. I knew I would know he was the one when he showed certain traits, and that is exactly what happened. When he came into her life he took her to church every weekend. He grew up in a Christian house with a family that loved mission work. His last name is Mccloud. So last year 20 years after writing Born into a Cloud, my granddaughter was born into a Mccloud.
I grew up never knowing my real father. My mother at one time had asked me if I was interested in finding him, and I told her no. At that time in my life God had become my father. My relationship with God had filled that place in my heart, I had no need to find my real father. God though had other plans. Christmas 2020, my wife had purchased for me an Ancestry kit as a gift. I never once thought I was going to find my real father. I actually set it on a shelf for about 6 months before I turned it in. Never thinking once, I would find my biological father. Then the results came in, and well long story short it connected me to him, and I went to meet him on my 53rd birthday, and he was 87. It was a true blessing! It was as if we had already known each other.
During my visit with my dad, I had shared with him about my faith, only to be surprised by his shared faith. He had also given his life to Christ. I shared with him my testimony and both poems Born into a Cloud and Full of roses. When I shared Full of Roses my dad said just wait until you see this, and began going through all his tall closets for about 20 minutes. He then came to me holding a book my grandmother wrote in 2001, about her life. She wrote it the same year I wrote Full of Roses. He let me know she is no longer alive, and I would not be able to meet her. I can tell you after reading it, I not only feel like I met her, but that I know her. In her book she talks about her relationship with her husband during the great depression. It was about how he would cheat on her with other women, leaving her and her kids to suffer in poverty, until he came asking for forgiveness, only to move to other towns and repeat it around five different times. Then I turned the page.
My Grandmother wrote the first full of roses.
Read my poem again, then read hers. She had a neighbor who gave her a rose from their rose bush? This neighbor was giving her Christ, prayer, wisdom, council, love, friendship. Then on the path she gave the rose away and they gave the rose away until life is Full of Roses! Will you please give this rose away? God bless you!
In a world gone mad, I can’t help but to be sad
At what has become the new norm
It’s like a storm that blew over and never blew away
What can I say, as days grow darker
I’m left with only this light given to me
A light meant to shine
It’s at this precious time, it’s meant to shine even more
If my words are touching your soul
Then let it be known, there is a light shining greater than me
It is He that will set you free, and fulfill your needs
In dark times like these
It only takes a word spoken in the dark, from the heart
Where this light can be reached
There is only one name that can claim the power of light
Only in His name, can the blind gain sight
His name is Jesus
I wrote this song out of Song of Solomon 2 King James Version (KJV) 2 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. I met two producers Mike Feifer, and Brandon Jarrett who produced my lyrics into music. Brandon Jarrett is singing Rose of Sharon. I hope you like it!
Do you see me
Can you hear my heart
Have I poured out, and given part
Of my treasures deep within
Has who I am, been truly given
To you as a gift
I can’t see you
Do you think you know me
Together by words, are we free
Can we fill each others needs
To be known
Does God read my blog? I believe He does. I believe He is my number one fan. The desire to be known, and there is one who knows us more than anyone. God takes more interest in us than we can truly understand. Blogging, I have come to realize, I have a strong desire for my voice to be heard. Not only are we heard but our person is revealed through what we write. Our interest, our person, personality, passion, heart, and Character for the most part. Are we…
Constant, always, committed, so graciously. Watching, involved, so intensely. I go on daily self focused and driven. Until difficulties remind me of what I’m forgetting. I look deep inside and there you are found, gently prodding, yet so immensely. As if over shadowing an infants first steps, I feel as if you never rest. How so many of your children, must put you to the test. So here I am, one of them. Though my love for you couldn’t be more, my self judgement, lies that I listened to, separate us Lord. When I see how perfect you are, the more I see my flaws. They are only forgotten when I’m at the foot of the cross. The truth is sealed, your love for us there, is revealed!
I was lifted by the spirit, and taken to a holy place High above the clouds, surrounded by His grace Was a river flowing and embraced by so many colors My mind began to race, from all I was seeing …
I started my journey up the mountain
The purpose was to find the fountain
The testimony of so many, whom searched and found
I was told as I search, to listen for the sounds
Of waters overflowing, a river rushing and pouring
living water, a spring of life, formed by sacrifice
It wasn’t long as I started up the steep ravine
I ran into the person of sin, his darkness was clearly seen
Instantly I began to stumble and fall
Frightened and full of fear, I heard an echo off the wall
Of the mountainside, a voice cried out, walk this way
There I saw the person of grace
He spoke to me about being covered from my stains
He told me to keep climbing, It is soon to rain
He told me of the person I was next to face
He said to climb as to win the race
Not to far up I saw the person of Wisdom
As He told me to come
Then He showed me a book, A map, a guide, directions to the brook
In which I was seeking, It was like a holy meeting
Because He shined like the sun
He told me these words written, is how the battle is won
If I am to overcome the mountain, I must follow the words of the Son
He spoke of truth guiding my way, and warned of one who betrays
Then I saw him, the person of lies, he was in disguise
To trick and deceive, he highlighted all my sin, and looked at me with piercing eyes
He told me to go back, I can’t reach the top, no matter how hard I fought
There was no way I could win, and then again he had me focus on my sin
I remembered the person of grace, and how he said I was covered from my stains
It then began to rain as Wisdom said, I drank and I was ready to climb
To my surprise there it was to find, the peak was in sight
As I reached the top, I was tired from the fight
As I looked out from the mountains top, I could see many valleys and peaks
There in the far distance a river overflowing in my sight and in reach
The beauty was like nothing I have seen
It was then a breeze came, with a voice saying
The peaks and valleys will help you grow
The peaks and valleys will help you come to know
The purpose of the one who created you, so His love will show
On the journey up, The Mountain
Here I was, standing just before the gate
Trembling, and I would have to say, I was in awe
It was like nothing I have seen at all
I was struck by the cloud that hovered over the courtyard
Just inside the gate
The glowing metal of the Iron gate
Was covered with sapphires and rubies
There could be no mistake of it’s beauty
On each side of the gate, whirling wheels
Covered by so many eyes that held me still
Inside the wheels, coals covered with fire
Yet they seemed as though they were not burned
Then my attention was turned, as my eyes looked up from the wheels
Standing so tall and glorious were Cherubim so magnificent
Stood as a messenger before the gate, I was covered in chills
I saw four faces, the face of a human, an eagle, a cherub and a lion
Then I saw the glory of the Lord appear in the courtyard under the cloud
It was what appeared to be a rainbow in the clouds
A voice rang out “Glory to Zion”, from the mouth of the lion
“Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed
He is worthy to rely upon
Then from the mouth of the eagle
Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength
They will soar on wings like eagles
They will run and not grow weary
They will walk and not be faint
Then what looked to be a human hand stretch out from behind his wings
In his hands an eagle. He placed it on my back and wings formed to me
With his other hand, a lion that formed into a sword
He placed it in my hand and the human face said ” carry this in one accord”
He placed a belt around my waist, a helmet on my head, a breast plate on my chest
He then placed a robe of many colors around me and said “rest, you are redeemed”
Place these sandals on your feet, and this ring on your finger
So you will always remeber your a son to a king
Then the face of the Cherub gave a message from the Lord
“Now go and set the captives free”
The Cherubim smiled at me and said
“There is a battle to win, so fight”
Then the voice of the Lord rang out from the courtyard
“I am with you”
In conjunction with my last post (The River Of God) I believe the message of the cherubim is, on the highway to holiness, for my walk to produce the river of God, I must fight to be a better husband, father, friend and servant of God to all those Gods puts on my path! I’m sure if I do, before I enter heaven, every face on the Cherubim will smile at me before I enter!
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