Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Jesus Resurrection Day! A little something from us to you all :)

Strangely Prophectic

CAPE CANAVERAL, Fla. — Space station astronauts got a special Easter treat: a cargo ship full of supplies.
The shipment arrived Sunday morning via a Dragon instead of a bunny.
"Gentlemen, the Easter Dragon is knocking at the door," NASA's Mission Control said as the capsule was bolted into place.
Image: SpaceX Dragon Koichi Wakata / JAXA / NASA
The SpaceX Dragon cargo ship is secured to the end of the International Space Station's robotic arm on Sunday.

He Has Risen!!!

It is always darkest, just before Dawn. 
A night without the Light, is darker still
Silence grows sharp and we struggle against things imagined.

Memory of his eyes, memories of his words.
They replay over and over in our minds
And we repeat them, seeking solace

I cannot explain complete lonliness
Only that your soul is devoid of all feeling
The valleys become deserts and the sky becomes as brass

I find myself turning inward, staring at a candles flame
He said " You must have faith as small as a mustard seed"
What if one only has a spark?

Let us go once more, to where they've lain my master
Quietly we go out into the blackness of Pre-dawn

"Hold my hand sister, for my spirit is greatly grieved"I will never let you go

Each step becomes harder than the first
My eyes do not want to see, what my heart already knows

Sister, look at how they guard the tomb, as if...

As if...

As if they believed what he said would come true.

Violently, violently, we are shaken
We are thrown upon a heaving ground
The guards are screaming,

The stone begins to roll away

The Stone has rolled, and Death has released it's hold!

It only takes a spark

Ignite this night into a roaring flame

He has risen, He that was slain
And nothing will ever be the same
He has made all things new!

My God is alive
My Savior still lives
This is the Living Christ
This is He who forgives

Where , O Death, is your victory?
Where , O Death, where is your sting?
I see my Savior rising
WIth healing in His wings

Holy, Holy, Holy
Everything in me cries
Today I will shout
My Jesus is ALIVE

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Cursed Night (written 2012)


Cursed Night (written 2012)

Tonight was cold, and despite the wraps we wore about our shoulders. The ache set our bones on edge, causing us to wish for warmth and grow sleepy.

The faint smell of damp earth rose and I inhaled as I snuggled down, deeper.   My hands curled under my head, and I told myself it would be alright if I just drifted off for a moment...

Just to close my eyes against this night...

I watched as you bowed your head, I assumed to pray again.  You've been distant today, more quiet than usual.  My eyes, they grew heavy as I saw you rest your head again the boulder on which you kneeled.

All is peaceful, at least from the outside.  I question the way my heart jumps every so often, in fast little pitter-patters.  We all hate the heaviness of the silence that presses down.

In the grove of olives, things were not as they seemed, and I was still growing sleepy.

Dreams of warning, of thunder in the sky exploding...and you touched me upon my shoulder.

"Wake up"

Did you know that fear, is more than an emotion?  It is as physical as the skin you are covered in.  All I could think of was

"He told us this was going to happen!"

My stomach in knots, and my heart is thudding wildly in my throat, I am blinking in vain, trying to make it all disappear.  Yet, they are standing there, looking at him, looking at us, with torches blazing.

I cannot move, and I fought violently with my mind to stay.  First chance I would get...I would run.  Still, I knew it was only by him that I would be safe.

I hated that...feeling helpless.

He turned to look at me, with all of the love of heaven in his eyes.  I felt him ask me...

To stay.

I am afraid, very much afraid.  Only I have to stay close to my fear.  I follow as they led him away.  Hiding behind bushes, blending with the shadows, I crept forward...till at last I came upon the town squares fire.
Do you know how long a minute is when fear and evil reign?
Cursed night, when will you give way to daybreak?
I shouldn't be here, and yet here I am.  Waiting for news of a friend.

And they are noticing me now.  I look deeply into the fire, pretending I don't see them.
Be still wretched heart, all will be well in the morning.
And it is here that I threw my faith...knowing that it was not likely I'd feel his hands upon my shoulders, or his smile to grace my eyes.

My tears upon sand, like water dissolving clay.  I am undone. I wonder if night would ever give way, shall I ever see the sun?

The buzzing in my ears have shut all sound, and I can no longer think

My God, my God, are you really the one?
Have I followed foolishly?
Surely not, I have seen what He has done!

Yet am I just crazy, why is it they cannot see?
I just want You to come back,
I want this to be some horrible dream

But my heart has a hole, and it continues to bleed
My God,  my Lord..I don't want to believe
Help my unbelief

Oh dark night of my soul
And the morning grows bitter
What will be done, will be done
Before the next setting of the sun

Good Friday

Good Friday

April 7, 2012 at 1:52am
We set our feet upon such a toubled road, Via Dolorosa.  Those that once sang their praise, crying Hosanna now taunt and spit, upon my lord,
My Lord.
Even as his face, now unrecognizable, stared with determination, you saw that look that only he had, in his eyes.  I long to reach out, and take off that filthy crown the've placed upon his head.  I long for one more moment where I could hear him say,
"Peace be still."
Where there was peace, is only war, and it rages within my heart.  It beats so loudly,  I cannot even hear the soliders feet as they march up the path.
How dare they, these men, take my master's hand... the same hands that reached out and healed the blind, and caressed their children's faces,  how dare they take and drive such horrible nails through
I cringe as he cries out, my own body lurching in response to the thud of flesh being pierced through.
How is it even now, at his final hour, as we gaze up at him from the dust...we see him in all his power?
Nevermind who is watching, our tears flow freely, our spirits pushed beyond what we can bear.  That is my Jesus, up there
My Lord.
How can such a man look down with such compassion.  After being beaten, mocked and spat upon.  How can he looked down and say?
"Father, forgive them"
Grief overflowing, and and still there is more, for Jesus is experiencing what we all go through...separation of God and Man.
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
It tears me in two, and I cannot control this flood that overwhelms me
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
I want to cry I am, I haven't left!  Yet I feel this emptiness as well.
Heart of my heart, let me die with you!
A thousand stars wept a thousand tears as the sun donned sackcloth and ashes.  The earth trembled with such violence, it tore the sacred veil in two. And they that were once so brave, ran in circles, overcome by fear.  The soliders on the ground, the priets in the temple.
Chaos creating mass disorder. I crouch in safety, yea, to what I have come to know...
I cling to the cross
And my Lord spoke but once more
"Father, into your hand I commit my spirit!"
My Lord was gone.
Jesus, my Jesus...have you forsaken us?

The Garden

The Garden

April 22, 2011 at 12:25am
Climbing over mountains, in search of an altar
I cast away my fears and shattered dreams
Following moon-trails, I entered the Garden

The darkness, prevails, overcomes
I fall down in dust below the ever-deep
Eyes now open, as I see this is where we started

Where were you, when my night fell?
Did you hear my heart’s silent scream?
Tossed carelessly within Life’s Ocean
Only to be spat out upon Bitterness’ Shore

So many nights’ I’ve whispered your name
I only want to be stronger than my belief
And I know that you can still see my shame
Still, I come in search of quietness and relief

Hush now; my child let me show what your eyes cannot see
Truth’s perfect lullaby, love deeper than any, Once upon a dream
My gift to you, is more precious than gold
History, truer than any folk-tale of old

I came to the Garden, while you were sleeping
In my hands, I held your heart for safe keeping
While you slumbered, I spoke into the night
With passionate tears, like blood, I cried
Heavy is the spirit, that is willing, despite the cost,
Looking past many, to save the one lost

Come now my love, quiet your soul
Let us keep watch and remember

Rid me of myself
I will come to you
Break me,
Like I’ve broken You

Here I stand, in the center of your Garden
I have heard your voice
I have come when I heard you calling
This is my choice

Twisted is the tree, upon which my prayers were placed
This is where I found amazing grace
This is where I kissed your nail-pierced hands
This where my price was paid

Worthy is the Lamb
Seated on the Throne
Crown Him now, with many crowns
To Him all praise I owe!

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Blood Red Moon pt3

I feel a bit torn in how to approach the things we are seeing on the news, and this huge phenomenon of the lunar eclipses that fall on Holy Days.  I think my first nudging began when I saw how Christians were grasping at the idea that Jesus was going to return during the next year or so.

  It would be wise to actually go back and read what must happen before His return.  Once again, we have to look at His time peace:  Israel.

They haven't accepted a false messiah yet
They have not signed the 7 year peace treaty
Even more importantly, they as a nation have repented and accepted Jesus as the real Messiah.

So are the signs in the heavens simply Christian astrology?  Or does God really  place His gospel in the stars?

I do believe that He does.  However, I can see where one would go overboard and read something more than He had intended to say.

I believe that is what we are witnessing here.

It almost seems like we are about to witness another Y2k event and this very well could cause many, many people to fall away.

Not to mention the amount of fear people are expressing.

A little lie mixed with truth causes a whole lot of damage.

Galatians 5:9

New King James Version (NKJV)
A little leaven leavens the whole lump. 

So with that said, I am keeping watch of course on the situation in the Ukraine...and one cannot discount what's going on in the heavens.  Just don't get all space cadetish and lose your head.