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FRIGID LINES

Loneliness is like a winter coat woven of ice threads worn in the middle of the north-pole.  It can’t comfort you it just affirms the hold of the cold isolation. It is a gridlock of desolation, defined by silence, emptiness and the void of warm arms reaching, embracing. The far away sound of the preacher preaching . . . echoing from the Sunday service past. You smiled a warm beam. They didn’t know your heart was bleeding from a too long family and relationship fast.

Comfort is calling

Your submission is stalling

Tears are falling

The lone shadow casts its long grey streak cry across still white snow. Single footprints writing secret tales that only the lonely heart know; leading to a home less than abode. . . tis abroad, a broad gulf of separation. Dwelling in the land of a strange nation.  A language you know not. History only fades because you forgot.

Comfort is calling

Your submission is stalling

Fearfulness is dawning

As the day draws to a close. Night draws close,

where the pain of aloneness echoes loud

Shaking the seat of the mighty, the arrogant and the proud

Deep wells of tears can no longer be shroud, for the silence is too loud.

Hearts pain. Composures try to regain their cool.

To resist God is to sit in the seat of a fool.

A broken and contrite heart he will not despise

Open your heart close your eyes

Faith is not about what you see

Its about what you believe

Its about the truth you receive

 Its about the actions to achieve

Open your heart and close your eyes.

Listen . . .

Yes- I hear detour trains brakes screeching

My predetermined destination I am reaching

I hear mental bands release

I hear years of turmoil exhale-peace

Yes lord, I feel eternity and time aligning

As hearts surrender- no more back sliding

Tick tock tock

I may be late, but I’m right on time.

For all that I missed

is wrapped up in this

moment of recompense.

Latter and former all rolled into one.

What a day of fulfillment that my enemies abhor.

As they sit by the table watching to see

my destruction they hoped for

turned into sweet victory.

Oil rolls lavishly down my face,

my lemonade now sweetened and cooled flows over the rim.

They look at me, they grimace;

I look them in the eye and grin.

Because though I’m late I was always coming in God’s time.

According to them I stepped out of line too many times

and too long. But they were wrong.

God always had a plan, but they never knew.

For no eye ever saw

no ear ever perceived

all that God had in store for me.

Many of us made it over through some pain waved hard ships.

We sailed along because of the romantic songs dressed in coats of love boats but they were truly hard ships. Thank God for them though, for we would have stayed up so called preyed up and astray trapped on Gilligan’s island. Singing foolishly . . . I land, my lone stand, I sank in this sand.

I am cast away on this coast on which I boast.

Then came a ship of sorrows, a shop of horrors. I bought all it sold. It broke me. It took my heart as it stroked me into the middles of violent oceans. I had no choice but to swim or drown. I couldn’t swim, so, I drowned.

Jonas whale took me underground

and through seven seas.

Now I see why I had to die to myself and why I had to cry by myself. It was destiny calling. I wouldn’t answer. I was running. My heart was too hard. So a hardship had to come and take me where breakers dash,

my hard heart crashed

as I ran into-God swill.

Now humble, contrite and still.  

I’m just where I’m supposed to be;

In Nineveh, maybe.

I have a word to share, a story to tell.

I have a pool of lost souls to turn away from hell

so many to deliver from demon spells.

I am where I am supposed to be.

It could have been easy,

but first, my fleshly will had to die.

All of my who’s what’s when’s and why’s

had to muster together and bow into one resounding YES.

I am at that place of NOT MY WILL . . .

I am at the crossroad of THY WILL BE DONE.

I am done

Lord you begin

Thy kingdom come . . . yes even so come Lord Jesus, come.

Above all else

Above our selves

We lift up our hands

Taking glory due to you off stagnant shelves

 Beyond our need

 We submit our will and we kneel

To your worthship

You are worthy of our stewardship

Our life energy and synergy of liturgy

Lips devoted to forming words of mastery

In futile effort to define your glory your is-ness

Your completeness, your immeasurable supreme greatness

Yet even then we have ne’er begun to scratch the tip of the surface

You are so deep, with wisdom so steep, who can attain to know your face

We hide we cover for in your illumination all truth is exposed to our disgrace

Oh but for your grace we can dare stand and raise our hands in full surrender

To God of the universe our one and only savior and defender

Your presence reveals the truth from the lie, exposing every pretender

For we must worship you in truth and the spirit, even with the sweetest tunes and tightest lyrics

If we are in deception you won’t hear it

You want us to keep it real

Don’t come to you if we want to lie and steal

You want us to come correct

Not pumped up in the pride of our own intellect

You want us to take off the cover

 Not hiding the shame of a forbidden lover.

You want us to repent in our hearts

Not giving you just a portion while keeping back a secret part

You are worthy of our devotion

Not mix matching your presence with dark potions

Seeking you yet seeking forbidden mysteries of deep oceans

For you are more than enough

The devil and his minions are not that tough

At the name of Jesus they cower, shrivel, insignificant scruff

So we exalt you above all else for you are already there

 Our words of acknowledgment only take us there

 To heavenly places in Christ Jesus our lord

When we lift you up we don’t take you high

Saying so opens our eyes

Let the redeemed of the lord say so

For you are lord without our words

You are a king without our song

But when we lift you up we become one

With the son

For then we recognize our own demise

We see ourselves as you see us before your eyes

We abandon falsehood darkness and every disguise

For thus we make you Lord of our lives

The highest praise of our lips can give

Is hallelujah! hallelujah! To the he only god that lives

But an even greater praise that pleases beyond the mouth

Is a life that walks in faith and not in doubt

That is the worship that you seek

From a heart humble and meek

In spirit

Not just in lyric

In truth

Remembering the creator from our youth

You are looking you are searching

For one who believes

On who’s behalf you can show