Thursday, February 26, 2015

Tumble, Tumble.

What a privilege to identify You, God, as Father.
What a high standard to be Your daughter.

I’m thankful for the process where You examine my soul and take inventory.
I count it an honor to carry Your glory.

You show me that You love me, but You show me what to change.
You show me Your crimson grace, but You’re holy standard remains.

The big and the great You're doing in me is greater than any great I ever thought I’d see.
And, here’s the thing, it can’t be done, it can’t be achieved through me.

So, You have it. I give You everything.
And, then, if You ask for more, this too I will bring.

How can I know God and stay the same?
How can I encounter my Maker and not encounter His flame?

This flame is scorching, burning up my will.
This flame is consuming, His words from my lips they spill.

How can I converse with God and not lay down my life?
How can I kiss the divine and not let it cut out my weakness with a Craftsman’s knife?

How can I be in covenant with God and not follow His voice?
How can I be a citizen of His kingdom and not make a solid, uncompromising choice?

How can I experience Heaven and leave thorns on the vine?
How can I ever decrease me and increase Him with a heart stained with pride?

Do I dare say, “no” to the request of the King?
How can I stand before Him without a gift to bring?

To polish the gem, it must go for a tumble.
Spinning and flipping, crashing free of the ridges born for a stumble.

To make the stone shine, it must transform under a blaze.
He’ll put the heat on me until the world can see the glaze.

He’s breathing on me to get rid of the world's smell.
He’s wrapping His arms tight, squeezing out the disbelief of Hell.

Tumble, tumble, collide, burn.
I lay down my life and will as I learn.

So, I tumble, tumble holding on to You.
I tumble, tumble while You make me new.

I kneel, I praise under Your holy fire.
I submit myself to You so Your call I can acquire.

The great in me can only be found in You.
So, I’m running, I’m leaping and climbing after Truth.

My, My. How enormous the plan You hold for me!
My God, I’ll give my all to do all You’ve told to me.

Doing big can’t be done by being small.
God dreams can only be accomplished by letting God be ALL.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Your Seat Over There

How is your seat over there?
How is it knowing you cannot touch me, but can only bitterly stare? 

Oh, how much you must hate me. Knowing you cannot trap me, beat me, cage me. 

How is your seat over there?
How is it knowing He walks with me despite my sin? How unfair! 

Oh, how much you must loathe me. Knowing you're powerless as His glory does clothe me. 

How you demons must cringe!
Knowing that the door of His majesty you can never unhinge! 

How much you must hiss and spit as jealousy rushes over you like a flood. Knowing you can never stand close to the innocent, precious blood. 

I can hear you growl and curse. 
Your anger burns because He loved me first. 

No matter how much you may hate it, you can't change it. 
Your will isn't permitted by His. You can't rearrange it. 

Take your place in your seat over there! Sit, cringe, scream, bark and glare. 

Just be sure to obey His voice,
"Do not touch one single hair." 
Listen closely,
"You're not welcome over there!"

Friday, August 8, 2014

Start Building Your Ark

If I choose what's rational over what is true, how can I rationally believe that the only perfect man chose to be murdered for me and you?

If I go the route that best fits the rationale of my mind, how can I possibly believe in a God that exists outside of time?

It's interesting that we bind Him by means of science.  
Did He not create those very means and do we dare say He cannot defy it? 

And is it defiance if all things made by Him surrendered to Him and therefore are in compliance? 

Do not forget, God is without limits. 
So if you desire to truly believe, wish the boundaries of your mind good riddance. 

The flood. The whale. The cross. Happened. 
They aren't fairy tales, metaphorical poetics or the misguided foolishness of the old fashioned. 

If you can believe that the King's blood floods and cleanses your heart, can you not believe that a great flood cleansed the earth to give a brand new start?

If you can believe that God swallows man and saves him from Hell, can you not believe that Jonah was swallowed alive and in the belly of a whale? 

If you can believe that Jesus, the perfect man, was murdered on the cross for your sin, can you not believe that His Word is true from the very beginning to the end? 

Know when you are studying science, you are studying God.
Good luck on finding solid evidence that puts the two at odds. 

Believing big things is not an easy road to embark.
So, if you choose to believe, start building your ark. 

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Where is God?

The same atoms that make up the stars are the same atoms that make up your body to the depths of your bones.
The same breath that will push a cry from your lungs is the same breath that will pull cries from the stones.

All the particles of the atom are the components that make up Adam,
And in the heart of Adam is all eternity which no man can fathom.

The same intricate design of the entire universe is the same intricate design in one human brain cell. 
Inside of the heart of man is all the mysteries of all the universe, yet no man can tell. 

The same force that holds man down to this earth is the same force that holds earth in its place.
That "nothing" that holds the earth in its place is the same something that, from the dirt, formed your face.

The same power that gives form to the formless is made up of light.
That light when seen by the human eye awakens the brain to imagine more than can be seen by sight.

That light coupled with sound moves at a speed powerful enough to create a universe.
No man can grasp it, no matter the fervency of the search, from cradle to hearse.

In all of this, where is God?
I have a better question. 
Where are you?
In your very presence, you will find He's there too.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

CONVINCED By Constellations

In studying the constellations, the galaxies, and the planets, I see a divine touch is found in every organized, story telling detail. Even looking objectively (as objectively as I can look) at it all, I have to say Psalms 19:1, 
The heavens declare the glory of God, is true!

Genesis 1:14, Then God said, “Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons, and for days and years; (NKJV) 

Signs defined in the STRONG'S Concordance: 
probably from ''uwth' (225) (in the sense of appearing); a signal (literally or figuratively), as a flag, beacon, monument, omen, prodigy, evidence, etc. mark, miraclesigntoken.

(P.S. uwth sounds a lot like OATH, :) )

Both definitions from The Oxford Dictionary

Evidence: the available body of facts or information indicating whether a belief or proposition is true or valid:

Token: a thing serving as a visible or tangible representation of a fact, quality, feeling, etc.

The facts (signs) of the life, death, and resurrection as well as the omen of the return of Jesus Christ is told in the sky! When God tells a story, He goes for the maximum dramatic effect. 

Job 38:32
"Can you lead forth a constellation in its season, And guide the Bear with her satellites?"

Job 26:13
"By His breath the heavens are cleared; His hand has pierced the fleeing serpent."

Psalms 19:1-6 
The heavens declare the glory of God
and the firmament sheweth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth forth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.

Friday, August 16, 2013


Her jaw dropped as she made the connection between the suited man’s subtle and sinister eyes and the horrific beast’s eyes from Khaos. The change in color caused confusion, but the evil behind the color confirmed the identity. The gorgeous green-eyed man was one in the same with the blood fueled, concrete mongrel. The picture of him flashed before her eyes and she was struck with bewilderment. She had witnessed and been a part of what, before Eleftheria, would have been completely unimaginable. The things she had seen and experienced revolutionized her entire life as she knew it, and changed her perception of the world. This, however, still baffled her. The fact that Ekluo, being the most evil soul she ever came in contact with, could be so stunning and look as human as she did was astonishing. His face was perfect. The beard outlining his jaw was faultlessly defined accenting the strength in the structure of his features. His deep green eyes were warm and compelling. They matched seamlessly with his deep green tie that was tucked into his clean and crisp suit jacket. He was tall with a muscular build. His hair lay on his head in a distressed but flawless fashion. His black hair made his green eyes shine with a magical charm. Through his beauty, Elizabeth saw what Johnathon saw that night in the parking lot and again at his father’s store. She saw blackness beneath his eyes that created an evil aura. There was a hollow pit in those full green eyes. Louis, in all of his brilliance, was a horrific demon. He was Ekluo.
Seeing the look in her eyes, Johnathon responded, "I know."
"What does this mean," she asked intensely.
"I don't know."
Their heads shot to the right where a loud bang was heard. Louis' hand was on the glass of the passenger side window.
"I just want to talk to you, Johnathon. We could be great friends."
Louis was smiling as he spoke as if he knew the feelings he was creating in them, and it gave Elizabeth the chills. Johnathon, ignoring him, quickly put the vehicle in reverse and put his foot on the gas. As the vehicle sped off, Louis' smile vanished and the sinister expression returned.
"Oh, you don't want to do that, Johnny," he said to himself with a threatening edge in his voice.

Listen to a mash up of a few songs from the ELEFTHERIA:Death and Disloyalty soundtrack releasing with the hardcover this Fall. 
Music by LaShund Lambert (@LashundLambert)

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Scientific God

How can it be so that we can be so mislead?
That we can ignore the rhetorical questions the most brilliant Scientist said.

“Were you there when I laid the earth’s foundation?
Were you there when I marked off the dimensions for creation?”

“Have you ever given orders to the morning or shown the dawn its place?
Have you ever driven the night’s darkness out by the glory of your face?”

How clear a picture we can see!
God Almighty has created the heavens, the earth, the planets, the stars, and the galaxies!

He put His signature, His stamp on the earth as it “takes shape like clay under a seal”.
Remember how the people of old used to make it official when they finalized a deal?

They left their imprint, which was marked, inside of clay.
Do you recall what you were made out of, how, and in what way?

We are His imprints, His signature officially approved.
He gave us the galaxies, the planets, and the stars as means to never be moved!

They were meant to help and assist us and to tell Heaven’s story.
They were meant to depict the vastness of His life, His death, His resurrection, and His eternal glory.

Does the king planet Jupiter hold a red hole in its side?
How perfect that the earth, in its entirety, in that wound fits inside.

Do we have a King with an eternal wound in his skin?
Isn’t it true that all of sinful humanity can sink into His grace and fit within?

Is the closest planet to the sun scarred with wounds that cannot be healed?
How unique that the people closest to God are the ones that have wounds that, on their own, they cannot get sealed?

These scientific wonders help give us days, years, signs, and seasons.
They were never once meant to be used in such immeasurable treasons.

How can we separate creation from Creator, science from God?
Voiding out the author’s name from his own book is a bit odd.

But, if we don’t and we know the Source
In those days of panic and chaos, when the sun turns dark and the moon blood red, we’ll rejoice!

We will know that even the galaxies, planets, and stars are making a way for His return.
We will know that even the sun and the moon must bow down when the King is discerned.

We know that they bend, break, and move under his ordinance and regulation.
We know that a story has been written in the sky that is against degradation.

Remember the first words of the book and the greatest truth you will ever see.
God created the heavens and the earth in the very beginning.