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There are concept and theologies that are needful of reverence and trembling because they deal with the humanness of God. They deal with the reality that God became as one of us. He came in human form, exposed himself to the elements, lived within the earthly limits, and even embraced death on a cross. Essentials of his humanity have been overlooked and demeaned due to an undisclosed fear in the Christian circles. This fear is grounded because the scripture itself says that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. But one must also assume that the depth of love displayed in God’s human nature is as well worthy of seeking out. In this arena we do not throw off the fear of the Lord, but wholly embrace it. We embrace areas of God that are holy and therefore tremble at His word. And this, my beloved, is in the realm of the state of undress of the Son of Man. The moments in scripture where the Lord disrobed Himself and proved that He indeed took on flesh. He disrobed before He w...

As she touches the surface of her mirror this potrait eludes reality. For her defined description is merely at a loss. Evidence of herself is subsiding. She will fade as the grass. She will melt like the ice. She will leave like the wave upon the shore. Seek her no more. Vanity calls and asks for a return. To see again the curves, the depth, the creation. For a moment of elation. But, for a moment she remembers the figure has not defined her. The reflection has faded as she has grown stronger.

His vastness, near His depth, appear His presence, bending to creation His length, stretching beyond me. Reveal the milk and honey. Grace poured on your lips, and you who had fingertips. A God of mystery, stepping on a land, seen by those who didn't know Him. Crying out in a wilderness. Fire is on every side hidden from their eyes.

In all their glory, the taunt. In all His glory, silence. In all their glory they stand shaken. In all His glory He stands with a whip. In all their glory they rage. In all His glory He is bathed in annointing. In all their glory they come to nothing. In all His glory His is the Alpha and Omega. In all their glory they sentence Him to death. In all His glory His willingly accepts. In all their glory they reap what the sow. In all His glory He moves the stone.

Where for art thou Romeo I cast the idol. This lover will take Your place tonight? This emptiness will feed my flesh. This conjured emotion will deny my lack of words. Oh how this description will fail again. What idols I have fashioned, how they ridicule me and steal my love. For a fleeting beauty I waste effort. For a single glimmer of false hope I make the heart sick. Burn oh Lover with jealousy that I may come to the end of all I created outside of Thee. For I long to give an answer. But HE alone is my word. In charging You to love Him oh earth I have sent you to your grave. For this love is unyeilding.

There are many cases, discussions, and considerations as to why abortion is either permissible or intolerable. Heated debates have climaxed to violent hatred resulting in the abortion clinics being raided with gun shots and the decapitation of children at the moment of birth. This matter is weighted and a lengthy undertaking. Approaching it with mere emotion is toxic, but disregarding all emotion is callous. Is abortion a grey area? Is this medical procedure falling under a category of relative truth? Truly if the underlining case for abortion is the right to privacy then our government has deemed women able to make moral decisions based on their own conviction and beliefs. These convictions not strained by an outside dominating influence. We live in a democratic society where religion or in some cases morality is not to be forced upon anyone. As we spend time pondering this political landscape more children have been swept away and chosen for destruction. A principle problem with ab...

Where will you dwell? Together or separate ? David stood weeping. Jonathan embracing, kissing. A friendship of holy sacrifice. Jonathan giving up his standing as king. David knowing His anointing would eventually shine. Would it decide this sacred friendship. Where will you dwell? Together I hope.

Make my wilderness like Eden Hide me in the sand parched land. Make my wasteplaces a miracle as mannah comes from Your hand. Lead me by the oasis that is temporally seen. As I reach the illusion and then remind myself You are all that I need. Make my wilderness like Eden. Allure me off to places I have yet to see. Make my wasteplaces a luxary, while on my Lover I lean.

Lack of closeness is pressing against her, as she lies alone. In the midst of evening’s thick, black cloud she muses. Now that the night is summoned and she rests in deep stillness, what reply will He give? Under covers and under her veils, she hides from the world. She pauses to revel in the distance of her lover. “You are fair, a delight, and loyal,” He responds. Her nature fights against such claims. She replies with truth, “I, in my love am stubborn and pressing advantage with pure seduction. What bitter shame.” Come, her heart beckons Him, but still he presses His need to be away. How selfish she is, but so pleasantly. She coils up into a ball and convinces herself that He will be fragile. Can her impatient longing quicken His pace? Surely His reply wouldn't bring disgrace! Her despairing sigh in the night is given the same answer. No hope of aroused completion. His voice, firm, fixed, and longing. “I must prepare a place. I have many delights to give you. I must prepare a pla...

Hasty is my soul. I confess, impatient my whole being. This stubborn craving is ever cleaving. This desire, never leaving. Eternal cry be satisfied or be silent. I survive this panting, Endure this earthly breathing, I pause and plead for perception. As I exist in the midst of Him, who never leaves or forsakes, I settle once more for the unseen and my heart aches. Soul, admit to this grief. Groan, responds to this vexing veil. Spirit, perceive what present observations are failing. Will He return in tangible beauty suddenly? Attending to my want with severe appearing? What has held this violent force captive that it hides? Contained this affection? May it arrive. Who am I that I darken His beauty, halt His astounding? How I long to weep and wail at nail pierced hands. To burn all lofty idols that have failed to describe Him. To chastise those who deny Him. To burn and chastise myself. Hasten the End of me. Hasten the End.

Anthem of heaven incased in this CD on the market. A devotion song reformed to a green collection in his pocket. Culture how it has sought us! Taken our reverence and bought us! Worship sowing designer clothes for the artist. Melodies in bondage begin to simulate the masses. We have the radio to blare the repeat. Give us our fame and retreat This noise of adoration motivates a half hearted beat on the steering wheel. We can no longer own the heart and we can’t preach our message. We are just a copy of a man’s heart once spilled to His maker given over to another to do as he so pleases. We are bought. Owned. I want to work on this one. It seems a little hard to follow. I want it to be concrete and to the point but still lyrical. Any comments or suggestions?

How divine and untouched the purity of God. How like not another. How mysterious and unable to be measured. Do I compare You to the drink of wine, the taste of grape, the power of nard, the depth of an earthquake? Even a star burning bright still it does fade. He is Creator, unmade. As the earth groans and meditates it collapses and shakes. As a human, I do not understand fully that the Miracle of heaven owns Holy. His purity that I fear to face I will, on glorious day, attain by grace.

I am still deciding if I even like this! I know what the revelation was that God gave me. But I was not able to put it in words. I just can't get over the fact that Jesus took on flesh. It is messing with me and I tried/failed to put it in writing. Adam, In His Image. I own this new expression that fails to attach itself to paradise. In the heat of the day I walk alone. I have not the form I was given. My speech is weaker now. My laughter breaks to lament. My life is ebbing away. I labor, I toil, I sweat, I ponder. I have bowed low to hear a lie and bent low to hear the ponderings of a snake. I have mastered sorrow and I have grown faint. The future I see not. I only see a thorn, a cross, I witness my naked flesh. Sun scorched back. Made in His Image. For this fruit I stole, He made Himself reflect that.

He left me mid encounter sitting on the floor there to ponder. The world I sat upon kept rotating around the sun. The mothers in labor couldn't hold back the birth. The clouds kept moving, and the stars reeled overhead. I couldn’t stop his motion, couldn’t stop the tear I shed. The grass rose higher and the tree grew wider. I hadn’t the power to hold him back with the ounce of love I had given. He kept moving and I, well I kept living. Motionless, but still breathing.

My treasure was dirt for a time. My luxury was the grime. Ashes weren't loathsome to me. Weeping was a pleasantry. Even the darkness will not be dark to You. I look not at a perfect complexion, but a broken face. What visual have we given our Godly divine race? He was scourged I remember. Choosing not a spring day, but a winter. Even the darkness is not dark to You. So I eat crumbs when given a feast. I dine on water when that is the least. I let my bones age As I dance in holy rage. Even the darkness wasn’t darkness to You.

The Bride’s Bible Pages draped across a leather binding Are mixed with ink formed to writing. Behold a poetic journey of love. A dressing up of holy verse? Let it be more than a metaphor. Bride of desire revealed in book as pure. Torture if rejected and made for leisure. Pomegranates, garden tapestry A melodic temptation Let it be more than a metaphor. Banquet table, satisfying cravings beneath. Clothed in white, surrounded by gold. Looking on God's flesh. A bride to be Let it be more than a metaphor. In an instant beholding Searching more than a story Sharing life in covenant Marriage eternal Let it be more than a metaphor.

Now we allure you off to places of eternal where few have touched. You are swept away by an unfamiliar grace. You are riveted by a blazing attraction only visible in the supernatural realm. Your hand is weak with the motivation of strength as someone draws near. You hear within this enthralling voice the hum of melody and harmony. The song is a song of yearning that laments a slight separation. He pronounces truth in a breath. The wispy breath enters your very soul with violence. You are more cautious, yet captivated. “I have longed to carry you away to the garden of complete seclusion. It is here that one can find fruit of sweetest taste and purity ignites. I will capture you in an embrace where no shame is found. There unadulterated passion is pulsating from the earth. For it has mourned for such a day to come forth. So heaven can respond with shouts of joy. For my sacrifice has bought your redemption and now I can’t take my eyes off you.” God of the universe you glance at me and I a...