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Praise
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You
are Amazing
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LORD You are
amazing.
Coming down to this
earth to show
everyone how loving
caring, and deep Your
devotion is towards
all people. Beauty
with arms spread
wide on all the
nations. Shedding
of blood has covered
the multitude in
blessing. Songs of
praise rise up to
the holiest. Smiles
are brought on angelic
beings. Crying out ABBA
on the face of a planet
created by mighty hands.
Hands extend in unity for
joy of the coming kingdom.
Holy! Holy! Holy!
is the LORD GOD ALMIGHTY.
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LORD
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LORD, You move me,
nothing is secret from Your eyes.
LORD, You seek me,
nothing is beyond Your grasp.
LORD, You know me,
my life is in Your hands.
LORD, You use me,
the road is filled with the footprints You set before me.
LORD, You guide me,
Your Hand will never let me go from direction.
LORD, You lift me up,
I am grateful that You have set me
higher than
the world.
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Worship
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Crying out ABBA in the streets. Your glory surrounds
those who worship boldly. Dancing with joy on asphalt, while forsaking
traditions, breaking down walls with shouts of revelation. Praise has
broken out in the hearts of YAHWEHS children. Lack of unity and pride are
smashed in the anointing of Y'SHUA. Promises and healing have busted the
seams of ailing hearts worldwide. Faces hits the pavement and feet dance
unmercifully breaking up the ground to reveal and heal the wounds of past
in the name of ELOHIM.
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Y'shua
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Y'shua, those that build Your temple in
honor of You, are totally blessed by Your hand and Your righteousness shall reign in the
HOLY temple forever.
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There
is no Condemnation
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There is no condemnation in Christ.
All is forgiven. Jesus forgets the past and brings healing to the present.
Seek and obey the LORD in
the courts of praise.
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Top
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Growth
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Wounded
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Lying on the
floor a blood soaked mess. Wounds wide open from the aftermath of war.
gasping from one breath to the next. Wounded hearts are slowly fading.
what now except to lie in wait. Signs come and go with failure. Drowning
in violence of long forgotten dreams. No hope left, why dance on the
graves of robbers, when one becomes you. Images burn the heart, such pain
and anguish. A battle of the ages leaves the wounded to die. No suffering
is found in death. Life is no longer mine to keep. The sting of wounds has
left me wide open to the nails of penalty once again.
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Strait
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walking on sands
as sharp as tongues
on a cold winter day.
Blistered feet become
calloused from marching
on rocky roads.
Winding and curving,
making it hard for
the traveler, guided
by stars at night
and the SON by
day. Vagabonds
soon find rest by
the strait path
of righteousness.
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Beauty
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A rose in the midst of
weeds. Ignorant of its surroundings, clothed in red, white, or yellow.
Beauty in the midst of weeds. Nothing fazes its leaves or its pedals.
Loneliness often hits it hard. Only to allow thorns to poke those that
come near it. Aggressive, lonely yet it has become beauty in the midst of
pain.
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Faith
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What fear has been felt to make my body stiff as stone?
Often I wonder how to beat my body into submission. Short comings always fall at the feet of graciousness.
Hope to press on leads me to still waters previously silenced by the LORD himself.
Take courage My Son says the
LORD as I step out on the body of water. Come to ME and I shall show you everything.
Be bold and take my hand, for it is open.
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Dandelion
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Sprouted up in an ugly world.
Weeds covering the worm bitten soil. Shades of trees steal the rain from ground covered shrubs.
enveloped by man made dust. Dandelions rise up from ugliness and become clothed with
glorious hands of beauty.
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Innocence
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Trapped in silence
by the weight of the world only to be blinded by daylight. Rising out of the midst of storms
to reveal white picket fences in the human heart. Losing everything in chaos and disorder.
Innocence is stripped from the heart of a believer in this fallen world.
Risen up with hands of kindness to restore the lost freedom. Renewed innocence has been granted by the most gracious.
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Milk
and Honey
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Walking through the wilderness, trapped and thirsty.
Lack of hope soon dwell in hearts of children. Vision becomes blurred
as aimless walking overtakes beautiful people. Lives are suffocated by sandy storms,
buried and soon dried out, the once determined people have perished.
Sons and daughters of the fathers with strength renewed shall forget past sins and remain in the land of milk and honey.
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Lost
and Found
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Looking around and no hope has blinded
the eyes of the eyes of the lost in the world. Walking around aimlessly for guidance.
STOP! My Love has found you, walk in the shadow of my wings. My life was shed in giving hope to the hurting generation.
Step out and be bold, My Love has found you in the gutter. This shall lift you higher than imaginable.
Jesus shall always take you higher, and nothing shall hold you back from my truth and peace.
MY Children, I love you dearly, grasp the eternal. Forgiveness is yours to keep.
Wipe the slate clean for you once were lost and now are found in MY NAME!
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Streams
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In between rocks the water flows over fallen trees.
Deep pools are formed bye the force of strong yet peaceful currents.
Gently yet forceful flowing through canyons, lakes, rivers to find its way
home to the ocean. Just like streams the children of the LORD cause
channels to form deep in peoples live by acts of service. Upon the flow of
their hearts they also shall reach their ocean upon the return of Heavens
glorious unending flow.
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Life
is like a Flower Falling
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Life is like a flower falling
into a stream and getting snagged up on branches. Sometimes traveling down the waterways of life,
sin takes hold and chokes lives. Breaking down the lives of the so called
good. Torment overtakes the world. Hands of kindness grasp the broken, torn, snagged heart
and redeems the fallen. Grace is a gift from GOD which frees us from the world.
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Gently
Laid
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Gently laid down the crown of glory.
Love has conquered all things great and small. Pride is smashed by nail scarred kindness.
Receiving a joyous new body is in view of things to come. Lifted up in marvelous
beauty. We are soon transformed by Holiness and Grace. Love is beyond comprehension
and eternal hands shall guide my steps once and for all.
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Service
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Come and sit at my
table fellow
brethren.
Here is my food to
bless you and nourish
you on my departure.
Here I AM my children,
my disciples. I have
come to kneel down in
glory and prepare the
ultimate act of
humble-
ness. Fear not for this
is a spiritual act of
worship. Go and submit
yourselves as servants for
all creation. Heaping
of coals are on the head of
those who bring you down
with words. Rejoice and
know that My Joy is to
see you serve all people,
my children. Sacrifice
always yourself to your
brothers and sisters in
MY HOLY NAME.
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Top
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War
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Warriors
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Shards of broken glass
splinter the heart of a calloused tongue. Movement is interrupted by
motion sickness on a storm blown sea. Eyes tremble at the sight of
fragmentation piercing the hearts of long forgotten war torn figures.
Stand in silence. No peace or relief from anguish enters the minds of
those thrown onto railroad tracks. Knees become bloody and scarred by
years of torture, while prayers of warriors break the chains of those held
in captivity.
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Freedom
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Beauty, grace, peace,
joyfullness, abundance. Praise
HIM all ye people. Cast of your cares and drink of the living water.
Renewed vigor shall be restored as my blood flows through incomplete
veins. Trade in your torn garments to receive white robes of purity.
Crowns of glory shall be upon your head. Oil anointing has covered your
outward being while MY spirit has covered you on the inside. Stretch out
your hands my children for I AM the only one who can hold onto you all. No
condemnation shall take place for I alone have set the captives free.
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September
11th
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Woken up from slumber as the new broke out in awe
over terrorism. Never could it happen to us they thought in pride. Finding
chaos in this struggle, the once hopeful peacemakers are torn from
strength. Screams of thousands are heard as onlookers become helpless in
acts of war. Hearts melt in fear as collapse of structure takes its toll.
Heads hang limp as the remembrance of blood clouds a once wonderful yet
easy going mind. Stench of death fills the noses of onlookers Run for your
lives, for not one is safe in this day of new beginning.
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September
11th, part 2
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Look around at the wounds of precious people. Death
has become a quick evil as destruction takes its toll. Many have gone,
while others remain the same. Gazing to the skies for hope through the
smoke and ashes, none can be found at the present. Organization has been a
thing of the past as terrorism is etched in stone. Once an all powerful
nation has turned into a helpless kitten. Masses of children build
foundations of prayer while walls of hatred crumble to the ground. Rising
up through the midst of pain, children of the LORD become unified and show
this bitter world the truth of who we are.
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September
11th, part 3
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Tears are shed for the dying. Once the innocent were
living, but in turn have become a rest under nations landmarks. Fallen on
knees and weeping to the eternal Father, HIS ears are open. Reaching hands
amongst the nations restore peace. Those with hearts of gold rise up and
take hold of once dead soil. Breathing life into the dying, Y'Shua has
become the bread for which hell bound people rely on. I alone am coming
soon, nothing can shake the foundations of the earth except for ME. once
pridefully walking we were only to have many dreams shattered. Brokenness
is soon revealed as it leads the children of the LORD to their knees to
hang on as well as take back enemy strongholds in the name of the Father,
Son and Holy Spirit.
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Home
Coming
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Waiting for the hope to soon be revealed.
Torment and broken-ness has been hardship on beautiful crowns of glory.
Hands dirty and marked by years in a chaotic
world. Yearning for hope that once seemed lost. Limbs are lifted in waiting as rain falls so
heavily, as one crying for the lost. Looking around at falsely named beings
which deceived a multitude. "Look here HE is, Look there HE is",
they scream out in wonder only to be shattered by the enemy. Earthquakes and lightning flashes
as the world is divided. Goats step to the side as lambs are taken into the glorious homecoming,
which they longed for in ages past. Eternity finally rests on those seeking after glorious truth.
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A
Demon's Nightmare
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Rays
of light burst through the broken clouds. Dark creatures run around
in panic into the shadows to escape shots of lightning from a Holy
Sword. Breaking the backs of unseen forces, squeals of pain and
torment are heard behind the scenes. White robes on angelic beings
show the fierce Light of the Savior. Hands stretch forward as
prayers fill the sky a break through into the nightmares of demons.
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