Monday, January 29, 2018

He is coming

The lamb is dead. A lion is risen, He is coming , fierce and brave.

A man who once was is coming. He is no longer a man, death can't get to Him.

A King is coming. He is no longer a slave, He governs the riches of life.

God is coming. He is no longer slain for your sins, but a risen warrior, conqueror, the All Mighty.

He is coming to redeem the blood spilled.

Get ready. He is longing to come soon. He is coming at this very hour. Prepare.

Who can stand before Him? Let us humble ourselves before Him. He is holy and righteous, let us plead for forgiveness, let us gather before Him and submit to Him. Let us ask to join Him.

A great King is coming, undefeated, He himself is victory.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Feelings of my heart

Do you sometimes feel alone God? Even among the people of yours. When you said "foxes and rabbits have homes, but I have nowhere to lay my head" it speaks so much about longing. Maybe you don't feel so alone but I know you long, you long deep, so very deeply for us to turn to you. You are so beautiful in your ways. You are so deep but reachable when you reach for me.
How I'm covered in trials and testing and through the thickness your hand touches me, deep deeply into my soul. How you impart your life to me is far too great for a man, I can only humbly accept your love.
Perhaps it's true that in Romans 8:38-39 it is written that nothing can take a stand before your love. No created thing can ever be before your truth of love for us.
How admirable and how precious is your touch to me. How supportive, how gentle, how caring. Perfect love casts out all fear.
Do you love me Peter? You know that you are lovely to me.
Feed my sheep.
Do you love me Peter? You know that you're lovely to me Lord.
Feed my lambs.
Am I lovely to you Peter? You know all things and that I love you.
Perhaps it is so difficult for us to say we love you truly. For the worth of men is so small. The hearts of men are so deceitful that even you God we may push aside. How can I say I love you with the bottom of my hearth when I know my every day. Yet I love you more than anything on this Earth. How hard it is for men to plead your love knowing our faithfulness to you.
O Lord, touch my soul, take a hold of it,
Cast me as gold, bless me as so that I may love you. O great and wonderful and dear and lovely is your hand O Lord God almighty.
I do not want to be unrighteous before you, I don't want to miss out on who you are, I want to know and feel and touch and find you above all. Have not else that may bless me so.
Blessed be your name forever.