Word-Vision

For the simple joy of knowing
God is ever near you
That He is not hard of hearing
Nor incapable of speaking

Then you might say
I prayed but heard naught
I sought but found not
I waited but got naught

And the only thing worse
Than waiting is silence
‘I expected a revelation thus’
Not a psalm of patience

But if you want a vision
You only need to open
Your eyes like fearful Gehazi
And read writ of the holy pen

Prayerfully open the Bible
Then you will see a vision
Every promise is a revelation
Random flicks yield tailored finds

Say not ‘there is no open vision’
Or that days of prophets are gone
Look and see timeless inspiration
As each verse is a mine of unction

Railing At The Rejected King

One day when David went barefoot
In sad shame and destitute
Fleeing Absalom his rebel son
Who by flattery had his kingdom won

A rejected king – dejected and in tears
Followed by men, women and fears
Will be he ever sit on the throne again?
Or forever be on this plane of pain?

Out came a worthless man
Culled from Benjamin’s clan
His name was Shimei
And he was worse than a spy

He cursed David and said
His loss was a just punishment
For usurping the fallen Saul
He mistook tragedy for judgement

The rejected king still had warriors
One was appalled by the cripple’s slurs
And offered to send the offending head
With a sword swish to spinning dread

David in grief still dispensed mercy
He said ‘perhaps the Lord permitted’
This knave to trot and speak perversely
The sceptre of death faded briefly

The rejected king returned triumphant
For Absalom’s rebellious flair
Ended in a hanging thicket of hair
His horse bolted into vanishing air

David in triumph was not malignant
Shimei pledged and pleaded for mercy
David the happy and victorious warrior
Freely and frankly forgave his obstinacy

The tales of Shimei did not end there
For a dying David told Solomon
To finish the job as a true heir
By trapping Shimei with his demon

To catch a trucebreaker; declare a truce
Shimei agreed thinking it was a ruse
Thinking pleas would sway David’s son
But by this default his life’s day was done

When the royal of Son of David returns
To avenge railing against hallowed Word
All hollow pleas would be null and dud
Old railers cannot live in the Son’s reign
Make peace with the rejected King now
In His minority – pledge your true fealty
Before the day all are compelled to bow

Will Within Will

 

John 6:44 No man can come to me, except the Father which hath sent me draw him: and I will raise him up at the last day.

When the invisible Spirit
Moved upon the formless earth
And quickened it to life
Twas a parable of life from birth
The journey of man till death

All life came from the Spirit
All pulses from spiritual impulses
All that is swift was quickened
And all that is living was given

From creation of the physical
To birth of the spiritual
The story changes not by a jot
No man can come to Me except
The Father draws him first
You hatch because of the nest

You believed after wooing
Over heart was Spirit brooding
You opened the gate of self-will
Because the Father willed you to
So His was the Will within will

Those not drawn by the Spirit
May sometimes come drifting
Curious to see the gathering
The assembly of called and faithful
But their singular will
Flails at any buffeting wave

Those who have Will within will
Do not float mindlessly
The Will within propels
To a preordained destination
Berthing at the haven of salvation

End Of All Things

The world grows old and ready
For it’s fiery cleansing baptism
But love for God grows cold
Like the ashes of a cataclysm

The earth sits on a timer
Ticking merrily while iniquity
Abounds and rises to the detonation
That causes the annihilation

Some are cold because of gold
Such will attract the refiner
To purge out the dross
Cleaning like the fabled Fuller

Others are ashen and cold
For the many sundry cares
For fame, title and passion
Are fanned to slumber for years

At Year-end the credits roll
And new targets are set
An endless cycle of chasing
And getting keeps us inert

Hurry and scurry,
Flurry and flourish
Round and about
Until the volcanic kettle
Finally belches its spout

And all accomplishments of man
Melt into dark oblivion
Feats crushed by fervent heat
Greatness faces worry’s extinction

Knowing The Time

For of times and seasons
You are not woefully blind
Unlike those in the dark
Staggering in the midst of mist

There are those that flounder
Away from the coming light
And go further from the star
These are children of the night

Not you – the sun of righteousness
Is rising before your eyes
No more dozing in unbelief
Or tossing to rhythm of lies

You see the signs of His coming
It is time to be sharp and sober
We are heading out at the shout
Onward – not like the rest
Snoring in a thousand year slumber

New Heart & Spirits

Ezekiel 36:26-27

A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh.

And I will put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes, and ye shall keep my judgments, and do them.

 

New heart

He promised a new heart
Not at all like the old
Coarse with sins untold
The joys of the world desiring
Hiding away while God is seeking

But the new heart comes without
The force of forceps
Or the scar of the scalpel
The old one is renewed
Purged with fire by Messiah

New spirit

A new spirit He promised us
If the old departs like that
Then we are twice dead
The old man can not survive
Death or judgement of afterlife

Old becomes new by transformation
New senses pick new stimuli
Old notes become hated melody
No more harmony with imagination
That the Word terms highly contrary

His Spirit

In the midst of heart and spirit
Like the mainspring of the clock
He promised to send His Spirit
A balm to heal the soul
A wheel to steer and control

We can call it a seed now
Planted in a fleshy heart
Teachable now-unlike its stony
Past-when it played Cain’s part
Now God is conducting the Symphony

Enduring

He that endures to the end
He that fights his flailing
Faith and unbelief’s inertia
Shall smile on the day of winning

But to endure one must cure
The syndrome of uncertainty
For who can fight for a cause
That he knows not-with alacrity

The knowing is not for showing
For times come to dig and resolve
When what seems like defeat
Stalks wounded pride like salve

It matters not in the plot
For the whims and tides of battle
Do not determine the outcome
So be not like cowardly cattle

Might of the Spirit is right
Not fleshy warring with tech
And Grace lifts drooping hands
Far higher than sinews can fetch

When the race’s medals are given
After the veil of flesh is riven
The reward for forever running
Will be the crown of forever living