The fulfillment of every word

Let us now take down every sign, every billboard that recognizes any distinctions of one Christian man from another. Let s remove every false boundary devised of the enemy, all of those invisible walls known as denominationalism. If you are proud of your heritage carry it on the inside and let your respect of inheritance be shone in actions. If you truly dare not to disrespect your fathers of faith, then stand to this call of unity which is Christ’ prayer for all those who believe on his name. Let us begin to love each other as Christ has loved, let the world know now that we are his children who call on the name of the lord. Let not our factions be imprinted upon the savior, but let HIS name be written on our foreheads and in our hearts. Let men find the light because it is shining and pointing to the true savior, not because we have placed a sign that points to a true humanity. In this we shall not be worried how the masses will find us, or be concerned what markers they shall use on Sundays to find a place of worship, for when we remove these walls we shall be free to go to them and the place of worship will be over the whole of the earth. When we remove these wall it shall be like lifting a bowl from a lamp, and all men shall come to the light even as it embarks on a journey to all men.

Salvation in better hands

I have battles so long to keep my old self dead. At times I've even raised him form the dead just to pick a fight with him.

In my early youth Christ compelled me to death and I have yearned that death of me to be completed. Through much pain and struggle I have fought to make my life His life.

What I have finally come to realize is that the old self could not fully die until I decided to live.

I need not crucify Christ over and over, or even myself, for all of these were attempts at security, and my own means to salvation. Part of Josh Love dying to himself included letting Jesus love him.

I deny my self no more of your riches, no more of your lavish grace, or radiant plans for my life. Now is the end of false humility, now is the end of death.

Now is time for life.

Nothing that I want, and everything

Keep your governments, and your taxes! Keep your allegiances and political party ideologies! Take my house, have my car, my clothes, my telephone, squander my social security and fashion your missiles, your bombs and all manner of war machines. Keep your conveniences, your fast food restaurants, your favorite sports religions. Take back my very rights, keep your "independence" as you call it, all of those self-evident truths that so many have died for, your picket fences, your greens lawns and the tinny little ornaments that litter them. Have your wealth, your prosperity gospels, your American way! Have your fill of it all, oh world....just give me Jesus. Give me God. Please lord, I finally want nothing else, give me you.

The Journey Continues

I got a good look into the mirror of my soul
with all the dirt, all the pain, and all the sorrow
What I saw was me, and not all of it was good
or at least
not in my eyes

 But except, it I did
All that I am
All that I'm not
All that I want to be and all for which I've fought

 But God, he holds it all
 He cares for my life
He attends to every breath
With such care that Im free
to be who I am
Where I am
I am loved where I am

 But theres more
 His love tells me theres more
 and I believe him
 I hope in his word
 His voice is on the heart

 look no further than faith for eyes to be feet that carry
into an unknown future.

FIRE!

There’s a fire in my soul

There’s a fire in my soul
Just lit up like a red hot blazing coal
Digg’n round like a subterranean mole
Excavating my heart.
And the terrifying part
Is its digg’n deeper.

Digg’n deeper to my core
Waging all spiritual kinds of war
Sifting soul of an open sore
Like an ancient threshing floor
More and more and more and more
Until the chaff of me
Be of yore.

Yeah, Its taking self and taking pride
Taking walls and things that hide
Reveals the truth and kills the lie
Reveals my God whose deep inside
Until he and I abide

but then
In him
I’ll die
The one through whom was made
All things that fly on earth and sky
In him I will abate
As phoenix from the ashes high
So my soul within shall rise
In clouds
I bow
And place my crown
Upon the ground
And in pastures I will lay

I With three remain
and the greatest I will know
Like a fire in my soul
Is love’s enduring flame

Sigh

The quiet stillness of exceeding calm, like the ambiance of a diminished storm in may, fills my heart with subtle exhalations of release, and then, then I feel nothing. Nothing but still, proceeding the quake when all is in its place, resting as if the giant tons of moving earth had never been in tension at all, as if the hordes of molten magma had never heated to the soaring heights scarcely imaginable to an unperceiving eye. Like the waves have ceased and glass waxes still the once turbulent waters, like phantom crackles of thunder faintly rumbling in the distant memories of my searching ears.

sigh

I breath in slowly to see if the relief is real

sigh

the world has stopped

and yet, it is finally within my sight.

Groan

Waiting,

Waiting, with patience

for the flood to come

for the sands of the sea and the stars of the sky

for milk and honey from the hand on high

Waiting, for home

Waiting, waiting for the corner stone

for the lasting city

for the second world

for the river life

and salvation unfurled

Waiting, for a king

and longing for the end of waiting

waiting redeemed