Profound Reigndrops


Like droplets of pure water,
The Truth of God rains down.

But splashing into the sea of men,
It barely makes a sound.

The roar pleasure and swirl of chaos,
Subdue it all around.

And if it rained a torrent
What would be the effect?

Would not the sea increase its height,
Its rebellion barely checked.

But from where did the ocean get its birth,
That “Salty Brine” that is its girth?

Was it not from the torrent that God set out,
To display his Glory, all round about.

But so it is and will not change;
The direction of droplets men rearrange;

To send their desire, consuming God,
Perverting their nature with all that is odd.

By His Grace

From Ascension to Descent


To the pinnacle of the mountains with me;

From the darkness of the valley,

For the Glory of God to see.

The brilliance of light divided,

God’s excellent will, provided.

Darkness well kept within its place.

Remote from the Holy One’s blazing face.

There I perceive and begin my descent;

To speak to the people, to whom I am sent.

I saw the blazing fire there,

The one reserved for callused care.

Shall I refuse to speak the warning?

Demise will come on that Great Morning!

But also from the peak I saw,

The Glorious love of the Living God!

Now I descend in awe.

By His Grace

The Birth of Rebellion


The law of God has set forth life.  The list and its sayings toward application are not far removed from Man.  But who has the constitution to seek them out?

A child is born, and there is great rejoicing.  But I fail to find the strength to rejoice with them.  For in the essence of my soul I do not see the baby.  I see the man they will force him to become.

By the time he is two, the child has already been taught and onslaught of lies.  His questions are answered by those who do not understand or seek.  Innocence is shattered by the weapons of lies.  The house in which he is raised is not purged of sharp and deadly instruments.

What a horrible creature they mark me as; that I should be so callus as to be sad at the birth of a baby.

What then do I see as I look at the volume of Man?  I see the bloody hands that rip at Jesus.  I see the shouting horde that despised the beauty of God.  I see rebellion raised as king, while the King is raised toward death.  And the lovely law of God is cast aside.

Yet I will love them all, for He has loved even me.  I will testify to the beauty of eternal perfection, though my finger has nowhere to point, that I should show them concrete evidence. 

By faith I will believe and love them.  I will adore them as if they are Jerusalem, the blessing of God among the filth of Man. 

With great and excellent praise for the Living God, my Lord Jesus entered Jerusalem.  Knowing what would happen, he let his heart be filled with joy to accomplish the will of His Holy Father.  And didn’t the people join him in praise?  Yet so soon following, they would demand his demise.

They had meant it for evil, that they may be rid of the Holy Testimony.  But God had determined it for good; that eternal joy and life should be offered through the very one they so willing ripped apart.

I will love the wicked with the love of God.  I will gesture to His lovely laws.  I will let this sorrow remain and will not join them.  For the bodies of women continually produce more who will rebell.

Let there be joy and innocence.  But may we strive to retain it!  I look!  I strive to see!  I study the fabric of Man!  But where is truth beside the cradle?  Instead of a blazing lamp, they leave a gilded book of lies for the child to peruse.

Yes I will love them even as my Lord loved Jerusalem. 

“34 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing.   35 Look, your house is left to you desolate.”  (Luke 13)

By His Grace

After Time Stands Still


Do you believe there is such a thing as a 24 hour day?

Do you believe that seven of them make a week?

How about a month, a year, 10 years, a hundred years, and so on?

Do you believe that there is such a thing as a million years?

Do you believe there is such a thing as a billion years, or even a trillion?

Do you believe there is such a thing as a never ending time, that thing called eternity?

How long do you expect to live?

What’s going to happen to you after you are dead?

Eternity is a smidge bit longer than you will live here, isn’t it?

Do you think it might be good to find out everything you can regarding what happens after death?

How many people do you know that have even looked into this?

If you have studied at length in regard to this life, have you studied at all in regard to Eternity?

Do you think it’s strange that people are so ignorant about such an important issue?

Isn’t it funny how people just accept the popular belief about these things, and don’t bother to look into them themselves?

Those people who are in charge of damage control, often take a close look at the worst case scenario.  By doing this they often avoid the lesser troubles. 

When it comes to the volume of religions on this world, I suggest that you take a look at Christianity.  There you will find much adeu about Hell, or at best complete annihilation. 

What possible scenario could be worse than spending eternity in a place of agony and torment? 

I know there’s a lot of people who would say I am completely insane to even suggest these things.   What if the remote possibility says, “I’m right”?

By His Grace