To You, the

With reckless abandon, I unceasingly watch for You
From my waking up to my lying down
Shifting in and out
From the present ~ to the future
From the past ~ to the present
Recalling history and the benchmarks it entrusts
To those that will not eliminate or dilute Your Word
Wondering why ~ why is Your Truth so beaten down
Why are there no unreserved defenders in our day and time
No fixed and rooted guardians that stand and proclaim!
Where are the Jeremiah’s, Elijah’s and Paul’s of our day
To stand and speak, to convey Your righteousness
Regardless of consequences!
Where is the heavenly drive and backbone
To fight and stand for the principles of heaven
To uphold heaven’s celestial proclamation of eternal salvation
That we may STAND and watch the Glory of the Lord BURN?

I seek only the Keeper of the Flame
For only You can fill my empty lamp with Your precious Oil
The Oil that continually and passionately offers me the gift of Life
Every single day on Terra that is covered with darkness
So that I stay ready and waiting for the coming battle
Throwing myself into Your Divine, Holy realm
Only to find that my sufficiency is determined
By the pre-requisite of devotion from my heart
For the movement of my emotion is born of dedication
Bestowing promises that belies earth’s life as it is now
Knowing that most will never understand what or how
A human life can even achieve an ascension
Belonging to and experiencing the culture of dreams
And having the courage to admit
That dreams can exist within this dimension
With hidden portals of Truth
And the terrifying ability to believe that anything can happen
For I know I am not the only one to wonder
If our dreams have the capability to be real at times
For You have said, eternity lives in the hearts of men
For how else can we explain the imaginations of men today?
That portray epic battles fought with many lives lost
Revealing hearts that have been sacrificed
And presented to satan by fallen shepherds

So…how can I proceed with words?…knowing that
The art of separation educates one into the Grace of Faith
The high calling of a soul into the gates of election?
My soul weeps with wonder that one can attain Your help and comfort
If only our hunger for You can overcome
The tantalizing favors of this world

I am emotionally removed beyond description
Knowing that the continual acute longing that I feel
Will, in the long run, be graciously rewarded
With the heavenly evolution
From grafted…
To ungrafted…
To be
Eternally Yours…



About just stevie

First and foremost...I am not a writer! That is very evident if you start from the beginning. These blogs are the result of an intense relationship with my heavenly Father and I wanted to put my thoughts into writing. Words and music are very powerful...together...each having it's own interpretation! This encourages me that every day be different, with new thoughts and directions. Even now, that surprises me when I go back and re-read an experience I've gone thru. I think I can say, that my writing has improved with time...enjoy...
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2 Responses to DEAR GOD 32

  1. mike says:

    I enjoy Your writing’s

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