melody of ISAIAH...

a song of my heart...

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Jesus,

The times I needed a companion most, you were there.
The times I needed a daddy most, you were there.
The times I needed counsel most, you were there.
The times I needed words to speak, you shared.
The times I needed comfort most, you whispered to me then.
I need you now. I need you here. I need to know you care for me in this slight moment of fear.

not about Both anymore

I used to want opposites to exist together.
I used to desire to be held tight and loosely.
I used to crave control without fear.
I used to believe without patience.
I used to touch without intimacy.
I used to be brash with compassion.
I used to think God was love while I hated.
I used to act before praying.
I used to pretend something was real.

However, now...
I know I can't have both.
I know I have to let go.
I know fear is not an option.
I know I must be patient.
I know touching isn't enough.
I know compassion is my passion.
I know Love.
I know praying is everything.
This is real.

Taking Care of Each Other

I never thought I would say this (and mean it):

In God's economy redistribution of wealth is not limited to cash.

For many years, I have been passionate about encouraging the financially stable and very able to give out of their measurable and equitable abundance. However, over the past couple of months I have learned, as I have seen the people of faith come together, wealth is defined more by willingness and amount of talents intentionally contributed towards God's loving work.

The people of faith at the local church I am a part of are beginning to see the fruit and sense the fulfillment that comes from the giving of their unique self for the sake of another. From giving cash, creativity, organization skills, logic, encouragement and on and on...everyone is blessed inside and outside the community by giving the variety of wealth that exists due to God's graciousness.

I believe in and I have seen the beauty Christ's Church can be...She is radiant and the richest amongst them all.

(The Toy Store in the picture could not have happened without all the people giving something special...and I don't just mean gifts...)

repent.

eminence for nothing
slogan-jargoning is your tip
fradulent signs leading to demise

repent.

mass confused putative love
SEX-tioning infiltrates
planted sordid exchange

repent.

ignoble leading
suspending flames incinerate the names
arrows of disdain maiming precious left to decay
altruism three feet deep
followers refrain from the insane, for if they knew...they would change

repent.

Sunday... Point a to b