Skipping to my lou along my merry way and realising it must come to a screeching halt, it is not mine, but Who He Is, it is not my life, but His, “Old man take a look at my life, I’m a lot like you were,”Neil Young ; The dastardly struggle to walk in the new man is a dropping of them shackles, and succumbing to the newness of life, and walking in faith, that’s true livin_\
With my back against the wall, I beg for relevance, all tattered and torn,
I freely speak and I speak freely, to stand for justice and freedom is not a crime; albeit to make the stand has its place, this is my style, I run the race,
I have a voice, God gave it to me, to crush the lies of the enemy, glorious light a shinnin, my life not pining away, I arise and shine, for the glory of the LORD has risen upon me, equipped and all, my fate: Eternal Life with Christ Jesus. Until I am completely transformed, to His Excellency a Royal King and Judge, He fights my battles, I will’nt trudge, So Onward Christian Soldiers; The marching call; Can you hear it?
Get up, no time to slumber, He is faithful to keep Us, and We’ll say what needs to be said about this Person called Agape Love____
~Step Out Into Joy~
Spin and toil in moderate trepidation,
Like a Swan dabbling in the night,
Can We, Can We, Dance this Dance called Living,
In the moment, I start to rise,
Like David did, Once Upon A Time,
To My Surprise, I gasp, I spin, I twist, I turn; O this is mine,
To Keep this from You would be a crime,
I’ll Praise The Lord In The Dance,
In time, from time to time and Forevermore ~
~The Wordsmith Writer~
‘Precision Focus’ is my name,
concentrate, concentrate, is my game;
in lieu of all disparity,
I think, I myself, through the floods of information age.
a wasteland if I let it, infectious if I get it,
I choose to concentrate on
The Way, The Truth, The Life;
J E S U S C H R I S T
~Word Smith Writer
There’s no power in fear, take a deep look down the barrel of your life, Stare it down, flinch not, it’s a sham at best, a carnival of cowardice, contrived and not unique.
The wind is taken out of that sail, the tide has turned, the wind is at your back, forge forth into Life~
~ The Wordsmith Writer ~
_I walk, I search, I find what I’m looking for. Although a journey in the day delivers not what I always want, deeper I look within, and seek.
_Of a deeper contrast my soul searches for Love and Love delivers patiently, bringing me up and out of the dull drums of a predictability that sustains not__
_Coming into The Family gives me Hope. In this Hope resides The Person Jesus Christ, Who has delivered time and time and time again.
_Hills and valleys come, they do not stop me, but, contrariwise, provoke me to look and see the Holy One that I Love.
_My Way, now becomes Him, He is The Way. A journey in the day is now in Grace and Love and delicate Peace which passes what I know.
_I know, Whom I’ve looked for~
~The Wordsmith Writer~