God Created You

The world is filled with many wonders. Various mouths are opening, spewing out powerful gestures of love. Laughter is escaping through multiple living lungs, like whales splashing the goodness of salt water through their nostrils. Yes, the world is a fascinating place to live, a multifaceted medium where all men underneath the sun call home. Nevertheless, my inquisition is not about this world, but more so centred upon the living souls within its core. Who are you, oh Man? Where did you go so wrong and why is your heart filled with the imaginations of wickedness? I cry aloud in the depths of my being for your soul, for I hear the hurt of your heart. I hear the pants of death within your skin, it screams the screams of help. Fathers brutalise the souls of their sons with abandonment, mothers disperse trust with adultery. Brothers hate with a hatred of murder and sisters shut the gates of truth with a lying tongue. Oh Man, where did we go so wrong? Why have we manifested our darkest desires, warring amongst ourselves to feed the creeping greed of our lusts. Have we forgotten our likeness, have we misinterpreted our first image?

Look at the brother on your right, or stare at the sister on the opposite side. Loneliness has clothed them with the garment of fear, like a flood, it has eroded all trust from their hearts. Man, no longer trusts man, therefore, love no longer has a place to dwell. Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the son of man has no place to lay his head for loneliness has gripped his heart. My ways are skewed towards pain, my tongue raises the seas of confusion as my veins runs the blood stream of envy. I was once born to be the king of the world. I was once created to command the seas, to strike the lightening with authority, to command the thunderous sounds of rain. Yet when deception knocked my door, I opened with gladness. Now, I no longer do the things I yearn to do. The good I want to do, I do not and the evil I don’t want to do, that I do. Confusion is the root of all evil for a double-minded man is unstable in all his ways.

Faith is the substance of hope, the evidence of things not seen. Nevertheless, since the fall of my heart, I now live by sight. I used to believe the impossible. A world where faith will cause my reality to join hands with the impossible. In this place, the wolf lived with the lamb, the leopard laid down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; as a little child led them. Peace governed their hearts like a rod striking the naked particles of the air. Nothing was everything. For we commanded things that are not as though they were. To fly was to will the body to glide through the layers of the air and to jump was to command the waves of the seas to propel its wings. Whales swam next to us as the dolphins sang melodies of delight. My soul hated the blemish of evil, like a new-born denying the pain of hunger with a cry. Yes, once upon a time, I believed. I would open my ears to hear the voice of grace. A voice that accompanied me on all my journeys. So calm, so soothing, like hot water, it rushed through every critical spot of fear. You see, I never knew fear because trust always came to save. In moments of danger, the glorious presence of my King would swoop me into an everlasting stillness. A plane could be crashing a hundred thousand feet in the air and not one ounce of anxiety would seep in. All because my Creator was faithful. His faithfulness allowed me to hope against hope, so that I may also call into existence everything out of nothing. For in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…… and God said! That is all, He said…. With the Word, He said….

Now I know the truth. “What is truth?” Pilate asked Jesus. Well Pilate, the truth is, in Him, we live and move, and have our being. I believe that He is the light of the world, He is the resurrection and life and that He is my beloved King. The one whom my soul pants after. For I knew Him once within the walls of impossibility, yet I allowed His voice to slip through the cracks of noise. But He remained faithful. Even when I was his greatest enemy, He still loved me. To the extent that He gave me His only begotten Son, as a gift. And so Pilate, this is the only truth I will cling to. Philosophy is dead because Jesus Christ has ended it with TRUTH. What is truth you may ask…. Well go down on your knees today. Take out your heart with your right hand and lay it by His throne. Open that mouth of yours, and ask the King. When your conversation is done, start to proclaim the goodness of our Heavenly Father, for His name is great!

 

A moment came a week ago, when I left the clefts of my haven to join the freedom found in His army. I warred a war not fought with hands nor with weapons of hate, but I joined the soldiers of love to wage terror upon the kings of this present world. I became a sparking lightening weaving through the guises of dark deceptions. Thus, in this very moment, I, a soldier of the LORD, struck a chord stronger than a raging sea. I, in that opulent moment roared louder than a ravenous lion to devour my enemies. Dwelling in the timelessness of my Beloved, He and He alone placed a desire in my heart to envisage fear as a serpent that can be trodden on. He elevated my heart in humility, clothing me with the Spirit of Might to stand as an unwavering mountain when the gushing winds of terror arouse. A child cleaving to the hand of his Father was I, a bride in awe of the presence of her handsome groom was the state of my heart. As His love approached, I quivered into a tightened ball of comfort, only to receive from my Beloved, the pleasures of joy. For joy becoming my handed choice of weapon, strengthened the feeble knees I approached His throne with. With a touch of coal on my lips, the word of joy, life through His spirit engaged my tongue to war a war of praise. As I lifted up His everlasting name, Yeshua, the King sat on the throne my praise had created for Him. Yes, the King took his rightful position as LORD, as the author and finisher of the pouring canary cry of my heart. He and Him alone heard the incense of prayer, and He and Him alone responded like the mighty warrior He is.

Now, behold, I stand as a worthy son beholding the presence of my Beloved Father. Worthy to serve Him with the wholeness of my heart. As the heart bowed so did the fragrance of His love exacerbate. As the tears of my heart cried out for mercy, so did the glory of His Kingship ignite the soul of my Spirit. Yes, I had offered my cup of sacrifice and He being faithful filled it up, over-running with the endless blessings of his peace. War did arise last week, but victory flew over the heads of every laid down lover present on the battlefield. Yes, war did scream for blood from the wicked, but the mercy of the peace-makers saw the face of the Faithful and True one, delivering a Davidian blow to the prideful kings of the earth. As the arrows of the pestilent uncircumcised philistines flew, the armour of Yahweh dismantled any and every weapon formed against us. As the rulers and princes schemed systems of hate through oppression, the army to be found in the hosts of heaven, warred a Holy war against the structures of deception. In a blessed assurance our hearts chanted “Who can stand against the KING? No one can! Who can war against our LORD? No one can. Because victory belongs to JESUS, the Christ”.

The stage has now been set, the trumpet of the new year has been blown. I no longer feel the windless wind of fear, as my atmosphere is enveloped with the Glory of my Beloved. A bride laying on the chest of her groom is my heart and a son eating at the table with his joyous father is my position. As I sit at the seat of the heavenly, my pride has been crushed by the rock of my salvation. As I hear the many calming waters of His word, I drink deeper than the panting deer at the water brooks. Yes, the marrows in my bones are being fed with the fatness of His mercy and moreover, the peace of the Holy Spirit is the single singing symphony being composed by my everlasting conductor. Yes, I will draw from the electricity of His good works, and I will be steadfast in the redemptive power of His blood. “Who can stand against our KING? NO ONE CAN!”

Gladness is an emotion of joy, keep it

It is the gleaming smile being expressed on the face of a school boy, see it

Hope is the merciful husband when wedded to depression

As the hammer of anxiety hits its nail, the borderless message of hope comes to save

Who can stand against our King, the One who crushes pain only to establish the enslaved

Faith is the unseen caller in the dawn of night

Sweeping in with the fragrance of kindness, the dancing feet of love kisses a million worries away

Endurance is the stubborn man who would not fall

The more they pushed, the louder he would roar

Come and see, for the person of Christ is here

All you children, gather in the street with an attentive ear

Listen for his peace, cling to his wisdom for it is better than choice gold

It will quicken your joints, and make you bold

Do not fail to cry all the tears of doubt

Let it out for in due time he will quieten your shout

Tears are the revering streams of hope

A steady anchor with the assurance of power

So, cry aloud unto him, for he is mighty to save in the coming hour

To love is to know and to know is to be shown how to love

Don’t look below, don’t look above, just be still

For his love reaches all the howling troubles seeking to kill

If His eye is on the sparrow, how much more you?

Now wipe those falling tears, behold he has made all things new

Emmanuel, our GOD who is with us

My love, wipe those tears away, the fuss can no longer make a fuss

“All I can offer is skin and bone to the greatest love I’ve ever known, but it is going to be worth it” (Jake Hamilton)

Sleep, that is what I want to do. I want to fall under the comfort of sleep, to be swept away like dirt on a carpet and thrown down the earth of no return. You see, I find that peace and laughter will be my motion down there. To be stilled in a place of rest, to be unspoken in a place of silence is a justly reward for all the noise I hear in this world. You asked me what I want, well I want to be motionless in the motion of sleep. Where all my envy has dissipated into the carelessness of the forgotten air. A place where my hate and ideologies are not felt, where peace engulfs my desires towards power. I want sleep.

Please, take me to the KING. Whisper in His ear and tell Him “a son is here to see Him”. Can you alert Him that he is filthy and smelly, that he has wallowed in the depths of sheol never managing to eat of the fruit of life? Whisper to the True One that His son is hungry and thirsty, say to Him “your son can’t even walk without holding your hand”.

A cock crows in vigilance of a new day and a babe cries attentively to draw the tender treasures of love. Both desire a sign. As the cock yearns for the light of the sun, so does the babe seek the affection of its mother. None can separate the passions of their heart, but only one can discern and adhere the will of their soul. Father, hear me when I say I am poor and needy. My desires have led my feet to the bitter gates of hades, now discern and adhere to the cry of my soul. For my soul delights in your ways. You said “a man’s heart plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps”. So, Father, the cry of my heart is to love you even more, so please, I ask for you to show me the way to the fountain of your thoughts. So, I may know you, the Christ who conquered the world for me. Put me to sleep for I am ready to see the new day where you are the brightness of my sun. The day where silence rules the calamity in the air and peace breathes the breaths of joy. Hear me Father, and know that I have been against you in this world, search me and know that your name has been blasphemed by my lips. I have and will always fall short of your glory. But like the woman at the well, I was seeking and craving for things that cannot satisfy. Then I saw your Son, a saviour’s lips whispering to my heart to draw from His well. So, I ask LORD, for you to fill my cup, fill it to the brim until my cup runneth over into a springing fountain. Fill me till I burst into infinite bubbles of joy. Quench my thirst oh Holy One so I may lay at the rest of thy feet forever and ever. For I have seen and tasted the bread of heaven, I have drunk from the wine of the true vine, and I know, that you are true. Sleep, sleep is what I desire.

On earth, I walk the motions of hate, I stroll the paths of jealousy and I stalk the ways of lust. All trails have led me to the gates of death. All streets and avenues on this earth has not quenched my thirst for eternity, and all has surely not satisfied my desire for rest. For this world demands of me everything for nothing. This land dictates the ways of loyalty and prosperity, but in the end, the worms of the land are the ones who wait in line to devour my flesh. The ways of man are crooked and can never be made straight. They walk in hypocrisy and contradiction. They speak to sway and when one is swayed, they wait to slay. They hope in the hopelessness of peace, only to invent new ways to do evil. Man, in all his wisdom is but a fleeting mist of foolishness. Once known for his voice of innocence, is now cast into the abyss of ignorance and disobedience. Created, crowned and commanded to rule and subdue the earth, has now abandoned his heavenly seat only to let the things of the world dictate his glory. What a waste of breath, what a filthy image of God man has become. A mirage of lies defending truth, a painting of deception directing reality and certainly a heart of hate proclaiming love. The disgraced beings of the universe, trying to be the central majestic glory of the universe. A brute race mastering the ways of the serpent, they are led astray by the slithering tongue of power.

Only if they knew, that the invisible things created the visible, that the unseen is more valuable than the seen, that without faith it is impossible to please HIM.

Heavenly Father, I desire sleep off you. Wake me up on the great and terrible day. Open my eyes to the hope of glory, the incumbent One who holds the sceptre of the seven Spirits. Point me to the feet of the One whose throne is founded on justice and judgement, where mercy and truth go before His face. Open your gates Father and let me in, for I am poor and needy, I am hungry and thirsty. I am the deer panting the pants of weariness and I have heard you are lowly in heart. Put my soul to rest, lay my head in the bosom of your wisdom, let my hairs feel the grace of your kindness. Fill my eyes with the dews of heaven so I may cry unto you in repentance. Lead me Father to your Son, for the hosts of heaven call Him Faithful and True, the Kings of the earth fear his name as even the water blushes at His sweet honeying voice. Tell Him “I am your son”. Give my name to Him so I may be under His Lordship. For only the Father knows the Son and only the Son knows the Father. So, please Abba, direct your Son to me so I can call Him a friend. For only my friend can tell me of His Father. Set me into the timeless time of a motionless sleep, where I am filled with the eternal timelessness of your time. Salvation belongs to the LORD for it is appointed for man to die once, after that judgement. I surrender it all to you, withholding nothing for in nakedness I arrived. Now, shut my eyes in the innocence of nakedness, where your righteousness and peace are the garments of my members. Here Father, have it all, I give myself away, now blow this mist away for rest is all I desire.