Perspective

This is to serve as a reminder of where we were when Jesus found us and brought us out of the darkness, and the unyielding promises He has in store for us. While first challenging the reader, I then turn it around on myself as the chief of sinners. The Lord is willing to bless each and everyone of us, we have to choose whether or not we believe in Him.

Everywhere I look these days I see them falling out of Faith.
The Grace they used to trust in they've abused to just save face 
To prevent eventual travel to a dimension of unrivaled pain.
And thinking since they're 'on The List', that they can live the rest their days 
The way they've always chosen to.
As if they weren't the Chosen few,
As if Christ had never died for you.
What difference will it make if I do everything I ought to do,
But everybody else is fake?

I weep because I'm habitually the weakest when it comes to trusting and believing 
That He has things in store for me that I don't have to dream of.
It's a struggle to give up all my troubles 
When I'm comforted by sorrow that I wallow in.
I'm sifting through the rubble of the wreckage that my past has been 
And can't seem to find a reason to pick me up to try again.
But blessedly I have a Friend, 
That even though I fall again, 
Will help me up regardless of the times I push Him off. 
And then He'll set me on a rock so that I can find my ground 
To push off with my feet to fly into the sky, Ascend.

The air is so much cleaner when I choose to leave the streets 
And transform my demeanor into something that 
Completely embodies Unreserved Love.
A lingering sensation of a feeling borne from high above.
A universal current flowing into each and all of us 
That our connection to the Source is found within, 
We aren't just dust.
We will not blow away when we have taken our last breath.
Are you not excited about the Bodies that He told us that we're getting next?!
I already do it in my dreams, 
I think it and it's where I'm sent.
Can't wait to flex my wings so I can finally put to rest 
The notion that I've always had 
To dive into the ocean from the highest clouds, 
That'd be the best.
I'll create so much propulsion with centrifugal emulsion
Where a tunnel forms around me 
That I won't even think of getting wet!

Why haven't you imagined this? 
His promises are always kept.
And yet I choose, like most of you, 
To just give up and say 'I can't
Keep living like You want me to,'
I've tried so long my strength is spent.'
When all I've ever had do 
Is ask of You to lead me through 
The Valley of Shadow and Death.
I finally admit that I don't know where I am going 
And I need You to direct my steps,
Beyond my feeble hoping 
That I'll one day turn my life around 
And finally be complete.
Open my Heart to emulate to everyone I meet
That even though we've failed before 
Your Son has made us clean.
With blood that He willing-ly spilled
At such a grisly scene.
What Love the Father has for us that He would let us keep on making up our minds, 
On what we each choose to Believe...

New Bodies

The Lord spoke to me very directly in this poem that a Bible for this day and age is being written by His chosen scribes. The 'spoken word' is going to be a very powerful instrument in the coming years and both sides of the war are going to pour their resources into their disciples. Oh how thankful I am to already know the outcome of the conflict! Glory to Yahuwah in the Highest and Yehushua Captain of The Hosts!!

The New 'New' Testament

This poem is for my future wife-to-be, that she may be reminded what an incredible blessing she is to not only me but also to Our Father God. May this also serve anyone who needs to be reminded of the Fact that they are a Child of The Most High.

Storming The Castle

I want to challenge us to think of the influence we have on others through our art, as well as our every day choices.

Influence

Accident

When before I sought moments of prideful separation
To practice in private egotistical creation
Now I long to be found in complete immersion
In a merciful saturation of a presence I know as not mere apparition but most holy elation
Defying explanation while clarifying equations that I once had
Once tried to discern
When all that was required was that the student learn
What had happened in turn and earned him a place at the feet of disgrace
To meet with his God as he fell on his face
In a space so immense that most have misplaced it 
Not knowing that that is the Throne where we meet Him
The Cross between our eyes runs down through our spine 
To the place in our hearts where divinity resides
I'm not saying you're God because that's the Devil's lie
Created, not Maker, we came from His side

Born infested with sin, two battles within
Though the dark seems to triumph,
Our God Always Wins
But to do so He paid the ultimate price
His Son, Jesus Christ, who came down from on high
To live a life immaculate
And die a death so tragic
It would surely make us live our lives 
As if that wasn't accident
That Father God so loved us all 
That He would let His own Son fall
To save us from our choice of death 
And bring us to His banquet hall
Yes, each and every one of us
Even the ones who still don't trust
The Love Creator has for you
Even though they still insist they must
Do something to be worthy of
But we were never good enough
That's why we must lay down our lives
And give up all we thought it was
We must be changed before we change
We must be touched before we touch
We must reach out unto our God
Who graciously reached down for us

And the way that we can reach for Him
Not just with works, and prayers, and hymns
But being there for those He cares
A witness to our fellow man
Extending a hand
When they can't understand
That the reason it seems like theirs plans fall apart
Is because they are not the same plans He has planned
Holding on to your will is like holding the sand
That you build into castles and think you can stand 
Because though it is beach it will still count as land
Until the sea that is by rolls forward in tide 
And dashes your dreams, the results of your pride 
In that instant in time there's a chance to decide
If you'll surrender to God
Or keep trying to hide
If you'll give Him your life or hold onto your lies
That you'll tell yourself 'you're making it'
And you'll make, till you die 
But I'm here to let you know, as one would a friend,
That there's more after that, and that death's not The End
You may choose to ignore, but you won't ignore when
You are sent to the place where those who are fronting
Finally got what they wanted
And the sin that they cherished,
Won't let them come in

If we only repent that we're not who He is
We'll be saved from ourselves and the bitter torment 
That comes from abuse and the belittlement 
Of our souls, when we're told
We weren't meant to exist
I insist you take interest in what you've been given
The gifts that you have are for you and you're living
To get on your feet so that you can start giving
To those who are needy, not just a good feeling
But a feeding of people who hunger for meaning
Beyond what they can fathom or hope for and wish
The kind of Love that fed a crowd from afternoon until sundown
Five thousand fed by offering
Five loaves and two small fish


Five Loaves & Two Small Fish

Seperating myself from those of the click 
Who with fluttering lungs and sputtering lips
Mutter their praises in cluttering phrases
Bouncing words off their tongues, 
Like Mor(i)se code ticks
Excitedly waggin, uvula banging, 
Babylon raging, babbling sages
Conjuring spirits as old as the ages
Self-righteous scribing, automatic writing
Giving up will to so-called enlightened vying
Fiending for power devouring the weak 
But the Fire of God will envelop the meek 
And the Light that they seek is the Life that He brings
The demons they know it and so they agree
That they must not allow The Return of The King 

For a Sword He will bring, as The Truth manifest
Gathering the wheat into bundles to put in his storehouse
Commanding His angels to burn all the rest
This is not a test this is actually a testament 
The wrath of the One who has made us is happenin
Don't believe that it won't just because that it hasn't 
The Word Is The Lord and The Lord is The Captain
Destruction like comets will fall on the wicked
The scheming has thickened, we know He Will win it 
They thrash and they flail but He spoke
'It Is Finished'
For in the beginning it was already written 
That God would send down His Own Son as a witness
So we could decide who will father our lives: 
The Father of Lies, or the One of Forgiveness
See, God's in the business of letting us make 
Our own mind and decisions
While Satan will shout might as well give up now,
Yeshua has Said 'I want all you to listen 
Who struggle with doubt 
That the path that you're on 
Is just not working out
I have graces, and blessings, and treasure in store 
Persevere, keep on going 
And don't give up now!'

How many times did I hear in my life 
That He's here by my side before I'd finally decide 
That That was The Truth and to sing till I die 
Because we cannot keep living not living for Christ
For though we are born from naught but dust
Impurities and wanton lust
The Blood of Christ remits our sins
And ignites refining fires thus 
Taking our lives, our selves of old
Though we may think our souls are sold
He purifies with Holy flames
If we but call upon His Name
He takes our guilt, our pain, our shame
Transforming dust 
To purest gold


From Dust to Gold

My Entry for the Jay Pluss 'Bars Over Beats' Contest

The World May Not Love Us (Oh, Yeah)

The science and spirituality behind the Music Industry.

Exposing The Industry (Prod. by Teddy On The Track)

I Testify for YaHuWaH, Generation of Joshua
Ru'ach-sent Music, His Grace is included 
Truth, no illusion, and Mercy alluded

*These are not my words. They are His, and yours. I am simply a messenger*

Joyful Noize