WHAT IS TO BE WILL BE

Surrendering to the frustration of

being overwhelmingly powerless

The force of His will ..will be His

will none the less

What is hope if what is to be..

will be

Where will my trust lie if failure

is all I see

My trust will be in His will none

the less

He will be my hope in the frustration

of overwhelmingly powerlessness

Control is out of my hands and prayer

will have a hand in what is to be

For in my failure He will be the only

choice for me

Because ultimately what is to be 

will be...

THE BATTLE TOO STRONG

Unsuspectingly the enemy impels
you to the ground
As you retrieve your balance
he knocks you back down
Barely able to gasp for air he
belts out another blow
Questioning your faith as your
weakness begins to show
Defeat an option as ire pulses
through your veins
Your vision of release results
in blowing out your brains
No more having to face lifes trials
in this rot infested place
Surrendering to the echos of
iniquity and disgrace
The beating is countless the
recovery too long
Your person depleted and
The Battle Too Strong
Self worth vanishes as loathing
fills your being
Yet through anothers eyes your
value is worth seeing
though the blows are endless
there is a way out
Call on Gods name even if
you have to scream and shout
He will never leave your side
no matter your demise
His Supremity penetrates your
cleverly encrusted disguise
The enemy cannot withstand
the one that is called I AM
His earthly rule temporary for
eternity God is to reign
Father God has you forever
in His sight
Do not give in hold on and
fight fight fight...

REBORN

Immersed in doubt I contemplate
the worth of my existence
Oh! how my imperfections exude
my cowardly insignificance
At every turn ravenous wolves
claim righteous passage
Masters of illusion concealing
their inner savage
Fearing their birthing scorn I burrow
deep within a cocoon of unreality
For but a moment a vision escapes
the confounds of my insanity
Does the butterfly not parade
herself for all to see
Fluttering in the splendor of her
magnificence no matter how short
her life may be
Aware perhaps at the erupting
violence of the world that spurts 
forth molten lava of hate
Engulfing everything in its path of
destruction, embracing its fate
Embarking on a mighty feast of
malicious scorn
Yet beneath its destiny of
smoldering smoke a newness
is born
I am given then to release myself
from the entrapment of my mind
Surfing this birthing wave of truth 
that I have freely  found
Breaking free revealing the hidden
beauty bestowed upon me
Emanating the pureness of Christ's
love and boldly be all He created
me to be...

Psalm 27.1 : The Lord is my light and
my salvation so why should I be afraid.

PERFECTION

Listening to the gushing winds howling
through the hollowed bricks
Watching as the trees wildly sway
falling are their loosened sticks
The crisp air leaves a tingle upon
my skin
Inhaling the freshness thankful for
the world I'm living in
Rain sprinkles gently from the
clouded sky
Oh how Perfect such a morn even
the heavens cry
Life is so beautiful within this
cherished moment
All is in order the elements in
perfect allignment
None can mask the beauty of
supernatural zeal
Within its embodiment Perfection
so surreal
Leaves clap as branches dance
in frenzied delight
There is no hindrance as Father keeps
everything in His sight...

REPENTANCE

I whispered a little prayer this morn

Knowing God would adhere my call

Filtering to the surface unforgiveness 

and scorn

Faltering my growth - depicting my fall

Repentance has brought healing 

allowing me to feel

Forgiven is all malice and hidden deceit

The covenant Christ made has sealed 

the deal

With liberty I walk in boldness avoiding 

targeted defeat.. 

THE LAMB HAS OVERCOME

All is in motion the heavenly realms
set to prepare
As the earth below bustle about
completely unaware
Heaven has come to a standstill
no more joyous praise
Utter silence is given in preperation
for the next phase
For half an hour not a murmur is
is heard
Gods wrath is about to be unleashed
as is written in the word
His anger fiercely intense with the
human race
Those left behind will beseech His
mercy and all assuming grace
The murdering sprees, the hurting
of the innocent will be no more
For every tear that has fallen Fathers
been keeping score
Seven angels stand to attention
awaiting their next instruction
Seven trumpets are given to them
the worst of earths destruction
Another has a censor within the
prayers of ALL saints
He fills it with fire from the altar and
casts them down without restraints
Into the earth, there were voices
lightnings, earthquake and thunder
The trumpet judgements so aweful
angels stand in breathless wonder
From the truth Father I no longer
choose to run
I am forgiven because
The Lamb Has Overcome...

HE ROSE IN VICTORY

Sitting here alone in the
twilight glow
Searching for answers
wanting to know
Why certain folk reign
under satanic rule
For their actions are none
but like that of a sordid fool
With hardened hearts they
down trod the poor
While their greed has them
engulfing more and more
I to have been guilty of hate
for another
Will my punishment then be
the same as the murderer
Is it only repentance that will
save this sinful soul
Then I repent Lord for life
itself is taking its toll
I watch how the ungodly reign
in riches and carnal might
While those without have to
push through and fight
Perhaps selling our souls will
give us temporary reign
Who then can escape death?
no-one! then what do we gain
For eternal life is only with
You Lord
What is it then that the unbeliever
can truly afford
Earthly riches are temporary and
will rot away
One thing for certain is death can
come at any given day
For the unbeliever and the saints
their is no reprieve
I live then in reverend fear and
choose to believe
If there is only one of two places
then heaven is where I want to be
So I say this very day folk do not
harden your hearts and you will see
For you and me He Rose In Victory...