Now, Its to late (Home of the Damned)

Past the gates of time,

Lies an eternal domain.

Built eons ago

For the god of all shame.

Man was never intended 

To inhabit this land.

Until the spirit of rebellion,

Became embraced by man.

You'll find no mercy here,

In this kingdom of grief.

Just mans final reward,

for his lack of belief.

It's a place that smells,

Of great sickening and rot.

Where sins are the flame,

And the fire dieth not.

Forgiveness and mercy,

They aren't found here.

Just misery and grief,

with darkness and fear.

With your destiny now settled,

As you pass through the gate.

The sign on the wall reads,

NOW IT'S TO LATE.

To late to change,

To late to receive. 

To late for the Gift, 

For all that believed. 

There are no parties here,

For the morally corrupt. 

Rather, your sentence is now set,

And your appeals are up.



Filling Up Bowls

For many believers,

We've prayed and prayed.

For those we love, who still don't know Jesus,

 and at times we grown dismayed.

 

"Maybe it's just not meant to be?

Or maybe I'm the problem; yeah maybe it's just me?"

We've all heard these words,

And it's the voice of our enemy.

 

"Give up on them, and go on,

You don't need to pray.

They're never going to be interested,

In GOD Anyway!"

 

Yes we've all heard these words,

Echo inside.

But take heart fellow believers,

For the enemy has lied.

 

Upon the thrown of God

Sit's bowls of the prayers of the saints.

They're not lost nor forgotten,

Regardless the picture, that the enemy paints.

 

Yeah...maybe we'll be gone,

When those bowls are finally emptied out.

For the Word says fire accompanies the answer's of all that the saint's were praying about.

 

The Fire of God,

attached to your own prayer request.

It may have taken some time,

But God always knows what's best.

 

He knows what it takes,

To get the hard headed to understand.

For many of the stubborn,

Tribulation is the plan.

 

Keep praying fellowship,

For there are no lost prayers on souls!

Just know, if it's taking a while,

It's just filling up the bowls.

 

 

 

 

 

Rev.5:8And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of God’s people.

 

Rev.8:3Another angel, who had a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense to offer, with the prayers of all God’s people, on the golden altar in front of the throne.

 

4.The smoke of the incense, together with the prayers of God’s people, went up before God from the angel’s hand.

 

5.Then the angel took the censer, filled it with fire from the altar, and hurled it on the earth; and there came peals of thunder, rumblings, flashes of lightning and an earthquake.

Peace Be With You!

Do we face tribulation,

From time to time?

Test, troubles, and trials,
All do find!

But to the believer,
There's more to us,
 Than flesh and bone.
Inside of us,
We stand not alone.

“My peace I leave with you,

My peace I give unto you.”

Jesus very words,

“Peace Be With You!"

They who find Him,

Find also His peace.

In a world of turmoil,

He is their release.

As the fires of our life,

Rage, in its flame.

Peace is still found,

In just One Name!

As the waves of our oceans,

Cast us to and fro.

His peace is still upon us,

Regardless the throw!

Though the prisons of our life,

Sometimes find us locked in.

His peace is our pardon,

Given...from Him!

Peace not of this world,

Or of the things it can give.

Peace found only,

In He…that Lives!

They who find Him,

Find also His Peace.

But they who neglect Him,

Still await their release.

Shalom

Home of The Damned



Past the gates of time,

Lies an eternal domain.

The master of which,

Is the god all shame.

You'll find no mercy here,

In this kingdom of grief.

Just mans final reward,

for his lack of belief.

It's a place that smells,

Of great sickening and rot.

Where sin is the flame,

And the fire dieth not.

Forgiveness and mercy,

They aren't found here.

Just misery and grief,

with darkness and fear.

With your destiny now settled,

As you pass through the gate.

The sign on the wall,

reads,
 NOW IT'S TO LATE.

Your home is now,

The most miserable of lands.

Home of the lost,

Home of the damned.



The Fire

As Shadrach,
 Meshach, and Abednego,

awaited what would be, sure fire.

They held on to the hope,

of He that is Higher.

Facing a furnace,

of consuming flames.

Their faith wavered not,

in the enemy's games.

They would not bow,

nor worship the kings gold.

For they refused to sellout,

their heart and their soul.

Though cast alive,

 into the fire.

Let GOD be true,

and man be a liar.

Though the fire did burn,

out of control.

Loss came to the enemy,

not to the fold.

Awaiting all,

 who will not waver.

In the midst of any fire,

stands our Savior.

And though our flames,

still burn by the enemies hand.

Just remember,
 in the midst of the fire,

stands The Son of Man.

 Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king
 He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.

Daniel 3:24-25 

Revival, at Hand

 Hungry hearts are calling out,

to Father God above.

Send us Your Fire,

send us Your Dove!

The Wind of The Spirit,

is starting to blow!

As the gust grow stronger,

in a radical flow.

The Fire of The Spirit,

 again is starting to be seen.

From Asia to The America’s,

and all in between.

The lost are being found,

as the hungry are fed.

 Living Christians are arising,

from amongst the dead.

Yes the Wind is blowing,

 and fanning the Flame.

As miracles are seen again,

In Jesus Name!

We’ve prayed for revival,

on every continent and land.

Now prepare yourself Church,

revival is at hand!