Overcoming the Evil One

My Grace

Oh my Grace, where art Thou now,
My grand inspiration and power?
Why hast Thou turned Thy face,
Against my earthly brow?
Art Thou now gone, or dost Thou bow down,
Before dumb idols for naught?

Could it be my unanswered, under achieved,
Wasted life, sought for but not caught?
May I find my course’s reason,
But for mankind’s very own treason?
Could the way before, though it be not mine,
Be for consumption of both heart and mind?

For heaven’s sake, please feed me a supper’s plate,
Which won’t leave me filled with hate,
But instead, bring me love and retreat,
Which just might, through might, I might eat.
For I am empty, eaten through starvation’s words,
Strategically placed near the slaughter’s cross, cursed.

I await my eternal turn, to follow mine, a martyr’s tale,
To defy all the rest of my life, remaining true, yet to unveil.
Grace is a gift from the strength and power of God,
Bestowed upon all those who look upon,
The Lord lifted up, who grants redemption,
Given through faith, unto our salvation.

Jesus took the fault, eternal punishment, pain, and fall,
Bearing with it, all the trials, turmoil, and withdrawals,
Accumulated and manifest, from all our falls.
The Perfect Lamb, slaughtered in shame, pain, and blame for all.
My Lord, Your Grace, be engraven upon my hands, knees and face.
I do not dwell upon Thy grief, but to find relief, in Thine sanctified, hallowed grace.

My heart shines now, I do adore and bow, causing my woolen robes to be exquisite white.
Thy life in mine, I do humbly vow, My Grace, Thou art my true delight!
Nothing so excruciating, could ever be done,
For souls whose fatal corruption in enmity, could ever be won,
But by the saving, sacrificing, righteous love of the Holy Son.
Do not ever mock what God has wrought in crushing agony, for fun.

Shane

True Love

Jopana’s Journey

Father, I know I am Thy literal son,
And Thou hast told me, Thou hast totally forgiven me.
I wholly believe Thee, but I don’t feel worthy,
To even be called Thy son, cut off spiritually by the natural man.

It is under the Son of God, I have been adopted in,
And after the resurrection, after I’ve thrived to the end,
Having proved true, I will then be physically begotten too,
Having become Thy true favored son, for my complete soul will be made wholly new.

We all must grow up into a narrowing of focus, until we reach the other side,
Where we come out into the purity of light, which then widens.
For all are in The Great Christ, and we too must die,
But in the Father, all shall be made alive.

This is our test, and we must do our very best,
As Thou dost make up all the rest, in restoring us,
To a perfect brightness of spirit, love and intelligence,
Both in body, spirit and soul, to inherit peace, sealed as one whole.

We all play an important role,
For all are needed in the great Christ’s sacred soul.
Please Lord, help us all to be true in Thee, sanctified,
For in Thy blood, our life’s supply, we too must die.

Thou hast all these sacred treasures of truth, within Thy eternal, master plan.
So please, don’t let go of our desperate hands.
Within the building blocks of the eternities, our families, I know we can,
Like the good ground beneath our feet, have our lives in holy love so sweet.

The atonement of our Lord, is for each sister and brother,
Which helps heal our wounds, and binds up our souls to each other.
We need to be united in Thee, for if not, then who are we really?
I want our names to be wholly in, Christ Jesus.

Shane

Sometimes God Finds Us – Even When We Run From Him

My Witness of the love and power of God for His Children

He’s always there. If I turn to the right, His Grace is there. If I turn to the left, His Mercy will find me. If I go back, He’s got me. If I go forward, I run straight into Him.

Just Seconds before this…!

Shane

My Awakening

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The Spirit of the Christ

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Mercy’s Arms Make Place For Grace

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