Finality


Every stitch. Every form of embroidering. Every shape that ever was. Knitting beyond your wildest dreams.

A net is made; of finest silk, strongest metal, threads of burning sulfur. Woven together with every shape, every texture, and every possible mixture of elements. Produced with purpose, to capture all that is.

Faithful servants take their place, singular in purpose, perfectly prepared in faithfulness, with endless strength to the task. With piercing eyes of readiness, they look and wait for His command.

“Through space and time,

From galaxies to dust,

Sweep your net!

Gather My souls.

Not a single one left behind.”

From edge to edge.

From beyond to the near.

Sifting out all

That they hold dear.

Bring them to the place prepared.

The living and the dead.

Darkness is no more.

To the “Valley of Decision they bore.

Some to live,

But most to die.

From the “Place of Testing,

He will purify!

What was, what is, what ever will be.

The Son will rise

To His rightful place.

Erasing His enemy,

Establishing Peace.

Prepare! Prepare! Prepare!

O’ Man, be aware.

The Net is about to sweep!

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His Answer


In kneeling came prayer.

Confession burst forth with willing abandon.

Forgiveness extended, “thanks” blurted out, midst small tears.

Prayers lifted for those of my charge; that justice and righteous Profit might arrive for HE WHO IS.

Then the unexpected consumed me. My tiny faith embraced by He who is endlessly faithful.

Transported in-place to the edge of the world, to the threshold of the heavens. All the lies behind, inexpressible truth before me. The God of all, drew me to His Purity!

“Here is My answer.”

Is He Good? Unequivocally, “YES” is the answer.

“Why you”, you ask. And rightly so.

Don’t you know?

He is Life,

He is Love,

He is endless in Righteous Peace!

He is willing,

He is able,

So desirous to grant release!

“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” (Micah 6:8)

REMEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Proper Respect 


“Respect your elders.”So we are told.  


“But they’re not right;

Wisdom comes not from ‘old’.”


“Well, didn’t God make them

Fore He made you,


And isn’t His Wisdom 

Greater than ‘new’?”

Safety Is


Written on the ocean on March 2, 2017. But ever so eternally poignant.

The waves beat against the hull of the ship.  

With a silent and determined anger;

With gluttony for autonomy,


They desire “unimpeded”.  


See how the steel says, “No”.  

See how they are forced to go,


Dissipated.  


How the strength of their ruin is utterly devastated.  


How, with present Will

pressed against them, 

they turn to white frothing.

At the majesty they encounter;  

They turn to –

Mere nothing.  


Like they do as the wind whips them up, 

in small measure 

The sea is dotted with purity.  

Yet:

With impassable Will

All is turned back.  


“You will not pass.  

I cannot relent.  

I move through your midst,

My strength never spent.”


Be still!

Cease your work!

Bow to Me!

My people will pass


Speaks The Maker He.  


Move Holy Spirit.  

Move through my soul.  

Be the ship that carries 

The desire of Your own will. 

As it has been from old.  


Be in me the strength of your love.  

Keep me on the

“Inward side.”

Be Patient 


The war. The battle. The temptation. The weakness.  

The repair. The change of mind. Determination:


It takes a while. Reside in prayerful attitude.  


It takes a while to journey,

For we reside so far from 

HE.  

The Undeniable Cruise


The waves beat against the hull of the ship.  With a silent and determined anger;

With gluttony for autonomy,


They desire “unimpeded”.  


See how the steel says, “No”.  

See how they are forced to go,


Dissipated.  


How the strength of their ruin is utterly devastated.  


How, with present Will

pressed against them, 

they turn to white frothing.

At the majesty they encounter;  

They turn to –

Mere nothing.  


Like they do as the wind whips them up, 

in small measure 

The sea is dotted with purity.  

Yet:

With impassable Will

All is turned back.  


“You will not pass.  

I cannot relent.  

I move through your midst,

My strength never spent.”


Be still!

Cease your work!

Bow to Me!

My people will pass


Speaks The Maker He.  


Move Holy Spirit.  

Move through my soul.  

Be the ship that carries 

The desire of Your own will. 

As it has been from old.  


Be in me the strength of your love.  

Keep me on the

“Inward side.”