Without End

{by Photozoo}

what is left to carry me?

a dream

my mind is drunk

with emotion

thought

appetite

loss

disease

[bump]

i believed

i know

better

i

do

know better

[blindsided]

irrationality

erases

the ease

right out of

disease

[stop]

you are left

with

dis

and

dat's

all

[turn]

run

for God's sake

what does that mean?

chatter

laughter

[naked]

i embrace the unseen

i speak

and

i discover

i believe

[glorious]

there is no end

to

my

eternal

destiny

[lightspeed]

shifting

mindsets

to catch a phrase

not mine

a word

word

of life

[enter]

into

i find

buried in reality

mystery

particular to my

specific

allotted to me alone

a doorway

with my name

[pebble]

don't we know

it's time?

do it now

turn it over

find

out

who

we really are

[quest]

"seeking first

what is his righteousness

and all

these things"

substance of real life

"will be"

without end

[joy]

{love this photo}

i have spent most of the last number of days writing an exhaustive exercise on the Lord's prayer, that should rightly be titled the disciples prayer. Simply because Jesus prayed a great number of prayers, and this was an example for them to apply.

It has been a fun venture, where i was able to compose 81/2 pages, by breaking the prayer into words, and word phrases. i ended up with 19 separate thoughts in paragraphs.

i love doing this type of writing. It stretches my mind and spirit.

i love writing on the word of God, because his word is something that is living. It never grows old.

His word is a great treasure. The more you dig and look the more you find.

Any serious bible studying pastor will tell you the same thing. They will say, "Wow!, I've never seen that before." A new revelation jumps off of the page.

When Jesus walked amongst men, he was the living, breathing, life form of the word of God made into a flesh man.

The book of John says this, "In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God and the word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.

The word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only, who came from the Father full of grace and truth." verses, 1-9 and 14.

In the same part of the chapter it tells us that he came amongst us, his own, as a man, but that they would not receive him or accept him.

That would be like God coming to my door, knocking, and i come to the door and tell him to get lost.

God often came to people in the form of an angel, a visitor, a man, a warrior and some people did not know at the time.

Many others did and were blessed because of the encounter.

Guaranteed; an encounter with God will change a life forever!

Don't believe me, ask him for yourself.

weeping heart

within my breast

sadness for

a soul at rest

mournful cries

deep unto deep

to lay one down

in eternal sleep

One of our former pastors lost a son to a boating accident about two weeks ago. They had the memorial service last Saturday. Our congregation as well as many from about the globe who know Dennis and family all grieve together.

It is a greater sadness to lose a child, but especially one who loved God as Josh did.

i did not know him, but my heart was overtaken because i have a son the same age.

i got alone where i wept and wept.

my head runs over with thought

red billiard balls

on a green surface

careening into one another

over and over

and over

i hurt inside

without an explanation

heaviness a shadow of darkness

covers part of my mind

sorrow has enveloped my soul

tears rise and fall

Jesus wept

for the Father

at the thought of Jerusalem

and the fate of his people

who would ultimately

reject him

God weeps through us

his thoughts so far above ours

our weaknesses

doubt, fear, suspicion

lack of love and intent

selfishness, greed, endless sorrows,

children, orphans,

famine and wars

tragedy, lost lives, waste

disease, garbage heaps, human lives

reduced to shambles and ghosts of men

death on every corner,

killing fields, row upon row

the smell a repulsion

many generations live and breathe it everyday

it's all they've known, hatred, shouting, gunfire

tears and sorrows

the blood of generations

screaming at him from the ground

his sorrow too deep

for any human to ever carry

while we dance and play

marry and feast

Jeremiah the prophet, the weeping prophet

knew the heart of God for Israel,

with every teardrop

redemption's rainfall upon the ground

now his heart is turned

to a whole world he weeps for

who are the next Jeremiahs,

to carry the burden of our God

to release the tears of redemption

for people we don't even know,

don't love or care for

a people of hardened hearts?

we say "i want, to be like Jesus!"

really... is that what you want?

then be prepared to weep,

be prepared to spend all night

in that secret place with him

sorrowful for a world at war

life is but a vapour

redemption for a world lost,

will cost a few tears

will cost some lost sleep

will cost friendship with God,

and to know his heart

when you are called to the mountain of God,

what will you take with you as a sacrifice?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2N59NnXXYDo