Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Wake Up. Sleep No More.


You stay quiet like it’s a secret you’ve been ordered to keep.
The world slowly dies as you indulge in your sleep.

Cries spill out of the mouths of the hungry and the poor.
They suffer from the convictions you don’t believe at your core.

The sick die, as you do nothing with what you’ve been given.
A horrific lie presented in the comfort you live in.

You casually walk by slaves.
You blindly eat by open graves.

Wake up, oh sleeper! There’s a destiny you’re missing.
Come to life, you dead, it's Satan’s cheek of comfort you're kissing.

Resurrect from the grave of complacent existence.
Your silence and lack of action is Satan’s assistance.

Tormenting darkness is terrified of your love on display.
It whispers and sings lullabies to you. "It's easier this way."

Wooing you to sleep like a weapon from hell.
Hell forbid your testimony of forgiveness you tell.

Tell it! Shout of the grace that's washed away your sin!
Live it! Act like God Almighty has called you His friend!

For the sake of the lost, I beg you, awaken from your sleep!
I beg you, stop acting like Jesus is a dirty secret to keep.

If you've found Love and breathe grace in your lungs.
If you've been redeemed. If you speak in tongues.

If you believe the bible and believe the words in red.
If you believe your Savior resurrected from the dead.

If you've been healed. If you've been put back together.
If you've been forgiven. If you're going to live forever.

Wake up. Sleep no more.
They need you. The broken, the sick, the tormented, the poor.

Wake up. Put your feet on the floor.
Those you are called to, refuse to ignore.

Wake up, oh sleeper, arise from the dead.
Wake up. You’re the answer. Get out of your bed. 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Not A Single One.


Fiery darts, trials, tribulations, lying tongues.
Not a single one will have power to steal the breath of purpose in my lungs.

Whispers of fears of failures that may come.
They only set me to running to finish the course I've begun.

Poke of a lie. Prick of a doubt.
Slaughter them both with a King's daughter's shout.

Images of darkness hover as a threat.
Your shadows only prove the Light so my mind is set.

A goal so evil, to penetrate my heart.
An objective so wicked, to rip my destiny apart.

But, here’s the thing. I’m not sure you knew.
I’ve already trampled over you.

Throw your accusations. Tell me all the wrong I’ve done.
I’ll redirect your attention to the blood, the cross, the Son.

You breathe lies. Each one a scorching dart. 
I stand, not running one step, as they soar toward my heart. 

I watch them fly, their flames getting bigger as they come close.
Fearless. Steadfast. For this battle, it’s me God chose.

The enemy’s jaw drops as the arrows fall dead in front of my feet.
Didn’t move an inch. Didn’t run. Didn’t hide. Still got you beat.

His eyes widen as he takes notice of The Sword lodged in his chest.
Thrown by simple confession. The heart of hell hasn’t seen my best.

You send your fiery darts in attempt to damage my faith.
But it’s interesting. They only serve to stir me toward my destiny. Checkmate.

Listen. No whisper. GREATER IS HE THAT IS IN ME.
You were thrown down. He was exalted, lifted on a tree.

Yeah, I’ve heard every lying word you’ve said.
But each one of them died when Jesus resurrected from the dead.

In Him, I always triumph.
Flip the switch. I’m the giant.

Fiery darts, trials, tribulations, lying tongues.
Not a single one will have power to steal the breath of purpose in my lungs.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

By Love, Hell Trembles.

Hell has a punch of pain to the gut of your life it will bring. 
But a life of endless love will pose a question, "Death, where is your sting?" 

Hell has a mission, a task to rip your hope apart.
But love without caution will make it fall like lightning, as it did at the start. 

Hell has an echo of defeat that it sets loose inside your mind. 
Love shuts the mouth of the lions with a roar that deafens ears and closes eyes blind. 

Hell has a strike that dislocates life and marks you with a limp.
Love in action snaps it back into place. From permanent damage, you’re exempt. 

Oh, how I can feel Hell quiver and shake and bend to cringe. 
With all its fiery darts, my extravagant love it cannot singe! 

Oh, how I can feel Hell hang its head in overwhelming cower.
Love has won and overcome and Hell has lost its power!

Oh, how I can see the regret and lament you feel for your foolish attack.
Every ounce of joy and peace you thought you took, Love has snatched it back. 

Oh, how I can see you grind your teeth in rage as you examine what you thought you stole. 
Look! Where you thought you had trophies for my grief, Love has left a gaping hole!

By Love, I love, I forgive and I live out my holy faith.
By Love, I have Hell trembling and cringing behind the boundaries of its gate. 

By Love, I have won, struck and dislocated Hell leaving a horrific echo.
Next time you consider your assault on me, reconsider and, of your plans, let go! 

Friday, May 22, 2015

See.


If you can change the way you see what you see, you can step into places you never dreamed you would be.

If you can change the way you look at that in which you look, you can take back everything you ever thought the enemy took.

Jesus didn’t see the water as water. He saw it as more.
He viewed that which would cause you to sink as a rock-solid floor.

He didn’t view dying on what the world despised an object of loss.
He knew Salvation and Eternity was waiting on the other side of the cross.

He didn’t see going to Hell as feat too horrific for a King.
He saw it as an epic display through which death would lose its power and its sting.

He didn’t see the short guy hanging from the tree as a man to avoid and leave alone.
He saw the short man’s climbing heart and invited Himself into his home.

He doesn’t view your weakness as a means to push you away.
He sees your weakness as His power, and where you're broken, He comes in and makes His room to stay.

God didn’t see the sea of opposition as the devastating end to the new start.
He saw it as the time to show how the obedience of His people has power for seas to part.

God didn’t see the harlot as a woman to cut out of His holy space.
He saw her as a courageous warrior worthy to be listed among the heroes of faith.

God didn’t see me with spinal meningitis and frown as I was about to die.
He was smiling with miracle power in His heart knowing my mind would one day soar beyond the sky.

God didn’t gasp when you failed, fell short and made that mistake.
He knew His love for you in those situations would cause you to become great.

Deep in darkness, He saw a universe with countless radiating lights.
Deep in the dust, He saw His children that in love would surrender their rights.

Deep in prison, He didn't see Paul's gift bound by iron bars.
He knew the Word sent from prison would have influence beyond the stars.

Deep in Peter's betrayal, God didn't see the coward weeping on the ground.
He knew the power in repentance that would have him die on a cross upside down.

Deep inside of you is the power of perspective that sees Eternity.
Deep inside of you are the eyes of God that don't see things as they are, but as they ought to be.

How do you see what you see, and what exactly holds you back from standing in places you never dreamed you could be?

Change the way you look at that in which you look.
You will take back everything you ever thought the enemy took.

Never look at the mountain and let your shoulders slump.
Look at the mountain, open your mouth and from the top of your lungs shout, “JUMP!” 

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Please Love.

Please never assume that you understand the love of God.
After resurrection, Jesus appeared first to an ex-prostitute and demoniac. Odd. 

Please never think you have grasped the limits on where Love is lost.
The Sinless King found His greatest triumph hanging on a cross.

Please never put Love in a box and safely seal it.
It's too great, too big. The power that pulls it will steal it. 

Please never lable one as more loved than another.
The Spotless Lamb went to Hell so the most atrocious sins could be covered. 

Please never see Love as something that you feel. 
Love is much more than that! Love has crushed Satan and his kingdom under its heel! 

Please never only give Love where it is given.
Give love among the ugliest, meanest and most lost of the living. 

Please don't underestimate Love and the power it holds.
There's a ferocious story of strength in Love that has yet been told.

Please see Love as the priceless Treasure.
Please understand it has no limits, no borders, no boundaries and no measure. 

Please love as you have been loved by God. 
Love those that look like Hell itself. Jesus will appear to them first. Odd. 

Please love me as I love you.
Let's watch what Love in all of its magnificence will do.

My Limits Lost. My Kingdom Crumbled.

I approached my territory and found my borders had been torn down.
All of the signs marking my limits were trampled to the ground.

I ran to the house that I built and found it had been ripped apart.
I ran to gather my tools for a new start, and discovered they had been thrown into the depths of the sea's heart. 

I scurried to my blueprint and found it drowned in water, the ink gone.
I reached for a pen only to find them broken to pieces in the lawn. 

I fled toward my flag, the banner that shouted of my strength and power. 
I cried out as I saw it burning, yanked from the heights of the highest tower. 

I fell to my knees astonished. Who was raging war against me and why?
I watched through tears as a new banner was lifted: "KING OF YOUR LIFE"

From the top of my lungs, I shouted, "What are you doing to me?!"
With a voice that shook my bones, HE answered, "I am setting you free!"

Behind me a hammer struck, loud and demanding.
I turned to see a new foundation had been laid and there the King was standing. 

I stood to my feet as the Holy touched the impure.
What I built, excellent to the world, by Heaven's standard needed a cure.

My jaw dropped as I realized the Perfect was building in a broken land.
He came to save me from me, establishing a house that would eternally stand. 

His banner raised, His house built, His blueprint now my plan.
My banner down, my house crumbled, my blueprint surrendered to the Son of Man.

There by my feet was His outline, I opened it and my heart leapt in my chest.
Surely my eyes were looking at the sacred, this was Heaven's best! 

My eyes jumped to His, He smiled wide.
I couldn't imagine such brilliance being for me, my spirit screamed inside.

I grabbed the hand of the One who tore down the shallow comfort of my kingdom.
I looked at my ruins and He asked, "Are you sure you're ready to leave them?"

"Yes, but before I do, there's one thing I inquire.
Please, Lord, if we can, if at all possible, let's lift your banner much higher."

The crumble of my kingdom was the beginning of my destiny.
Know this: When you look at Him, you're looking at the best of me.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Oh, Blood!

Oh, Blood, that washes clean every stain.
Please pour over me touching every fragment of my frame.

Oh, Blood, my sin you stole.
Oh, Blood, You've cleansed my soul.

Oh, Blood! Each drop, I hear it.
Your Blood, oh God, pumps through my spirit.

Oh, Blood! Like a robe You cover me.
Oh, Blood, You've snapped my chains and I'm free.

Oh, Blood, at my accusers You glare.
Oh, Blood, You let them know to keep their distance over there.

Oh, Blood! My past, from crimson to snow.
Oh, Blood, I'm Your prisoner. Never let me go!

Oh, Blood! From dark to light, my life is new!
Oh, Blood, what's Your name? JESUS! It's You!

Oh, Jesus! Your blood soaked cross.
I'm found in Your wounds, no longer am I lost.

Oh, Jesus! Rushing toward me like a raging flood.
Look! Look! Your redemption is near, found in His Blood!