Do You Recognize the Season

Season's come and go,

No one ever thinks twice.

Always assuming, 

It's just the cycle, of our life.

But there is a season 

Of which, there will be only one.

You see the woman is pregnant, 

And is about to birth a son. Rev 12 

Oh yes, those birth pains,

Have already begun!

And just any day now,

The baby could come.

There is nothing left to impede

 the arrival of the son.

This pregnancy wasn't easy,

But the delivery is almost done.

At birth The Father will take care of this new born.

And return in a short while,

For His first love, who'd shown Him scorn.

There will be a happy ending

For all three in this story.

Just make sure you're a part,

Watching the ending from Glory.

Are you familiar with this season.

This cycle won't come again. 

It's a one time season,

That many call, The End!

Do you understand the riddle and the reason even so?

Time is short my friend

But the answer is below. 

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For God So Loved the World

16¶“For God so loved the world,fn that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

17For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.

18Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God.

Snowflakes Keep Falling on My Head 🤣

 A little humor for a change!

Forgive me 😁

Rapture Poetry is just a,

Bunch of fanatics venting, right?

I mean ain't no one really coming,

Like a thief in the night?

And all this talk about,

The end of days.

Just more of those nuts,

Who can't embrace new ways.

We all know truth is relative,

And reality is what you choose.

There is no right or wrong,

Or consequences for what we,

Accept or refuse.

We're evolving daily,

to a more inclusive society.

And we don't need anyone,

who disagrees with us, 

ranting about piety.

They're trying to intimidate us with,

Talk of a tribulation.

Demons and marks,

And mass devastation.

Nuclear wars and droughts, 

with famines and,

Astriod strikes.

Water turning to blood,

And 50 kilo hail spikes.

No, no these rapture people,

are just nuts.

And I know,

cause my prophesier told me so.

Besides, I'm to sensitive,

to be told about a place called hell.

Just mentioning it makes me,

Queasy and pale.

If GOD did exist he'd definitely

want me there.

He'd want my opinion,

On justice and fair.

My Grace is Sufficient

 

Paul prayed, 

as he was buffeted about.

One of the greatest soldiers of the Cross,

Still cried out!

Lord take this from me,

Three times he prayed.

As the enemy attacked,

As the enemy raged.

"My Grace is Sufficient", 

Was the answer he received. 

And this still applies, 

To all that believe. 

Not every battle, 

Is pristine and clean.

Many times, just the opposite, 

Dirty and mean.

Does that change our mission, 

Does that change our charge.

When the moments seem lean, 

And the battles seem large.

Have we been forgotten,

And left to our own?

Will we stand on this hill,

And die alone?

Not so Christian Soldier, 

For His Grace is large.

Covering like a tent...

GOD IS IN CHARGE!

My Grace is Sufficient, 

Is cliche to some.

But to those who know Him.

It means, do not run!

I have you in My Hand,

Just like the first day we met.

Stand, and face the enemy, 

You will not regret. 

For the battles must rage,

From now till the end. 

And His Grace is sufficient, 

For all who trust Him.

For there is no suicide missions 

In GOD, only resurrection missions. 

Like a Thief in the Night!

There is a moment yet to come,

Promised long ago.

The stage of history awaits,

For that moment, even so.

The Angels stand ready,
With reaper's in hand.
To harvest this crop,
From all land's.

In the twinkling of an eye,

That moment will pass.

As the world...and the scoffers,

Will search for their laugh.

Where did they go?

Could they have really been right?

Where have they gone?

Like a thief in the night...

Many will offer answers,

But none will suffice.

The world will have changed,

Before... you can blink twice.

My Name Is CHANGE!

 

Time...knows my name,
just like his days of the year.
For when I arise,
Change does appear.

I come to those who travel,

and to all who remain still.

I come to those who are willing,

and those of stubborn will.

I come when the time is right,

and when there is no right time.

I come when you're at your peaks,

or even the beginning of the climb.

I've come when I was called,

and I've gone when I was sent.

I was the future to the past,

for all who came and went.

My position is like the ocean,

as my waves continue rolling in.

And just like the sea's,

there is no stopping them.

Unlike the things I touch,

which change day by day.

Only the heart of man may chose,

whom he serves along the way.

Psalm 55:19

Bearing Fruits

 

Is fruit borne,

From just limbs and leaves?

Or is there something deeper,

Amongst the trees?

Do all fruit trees bear?

Do all limbs bloom?

What determines it's production,

And what determines how soon?

Far beneath the top of the tree,

Sits a foundation hidden from sight.

Of which no beauty is a part.

For far beneath the layers of earth,

Is the root, that is it's heart.

It's to the heart,

That proper nutrients must be led.

Long before even a bloom,

The heart must be fed.

The more the heart is fed,

 Growth races about.

Even the tree's surrounding it realize,

Fruits about to sprout.

The journey of fruit,

Never begins up high.

No, fruit comes from a foundation,

Where it's environment aides it's

Formation.

Fruit will never just appear,

Fruit is a journey, sometimes years.

There will be no fruits,

Without times of feeding 

Without times of soaking the roots.

You may see buds,

You may see shoots.

But without regular feeding,

There will be no fruits.

Have you watered today🌳

Silence In The Air

There's a silence in the air,

A feeling of uncertainty

Is visible everywhere.

The air no longer roars,

Of the sound of prayer.

 But now, there is,

 A silence in the air.

It's like that moment,

After knocking at the door.

As you listen closely,

For steps on the floor.

Anticipating The One,

You're looking for.

Oh there is silence,

In the air.

Pay attention...

It's everywhere!

It's come to this.

Because this had to come.

A moment is building,

As the tensions grow.

Signs are developing,

And starting to show.

Are you listening,

And watching with attention.

Or has hearing been lost,

Due to pretensions.

Can the deaf hear,

Silence in the air?

Can the blind see,

Signs everywhere?

Have we heard the last,

Of the roar of prayer?

Or have we arrived at the point,

We don't care?

Do we now carry more calluses,

Than care?

Have we hardened to a point,

Resting in despair?

Has this world robbed us,

Of our time of prayer?

Who among you will still dare?

For there is, Silence in the Air!

 

Talents

All in the Body of Christ, 
Possess talents, known and those yet to be discovered.
Some have hid them,
Others believe they're lost, but they're about to recovered.

Just like in Matthew 25,
We will all give an account of the talents we possessed.
For some there will be a great return,
For some there will be less.

But all have talents,
 That GOD has loaned.
Lest we forget,
These talents are not our own.

"Now brother, I don't have any talents persay.
I don't write or play or sing.
I'm just a normal Christian, 
just trying to stay out of the way."

Not all talents are arts,
 but all talents are things.
Deposited in all believers,
For a harvest to bring.

Things GOD gave you,
Where you just seem to excel.
Be it large or small
In you they do dwell. 

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.

Normal is not Coming Back, Jesus is!

 

 What have we become?

Has the world lost its mind?

No, this is the last days.

But there is nowhere to run.

There is nowhere to hide,

From the madness that abounds.

The silence in our Body,

Allowed these maddening sounds. 

Don't long for normal,

Or the good old days.

The page has now turned, 

As we sat silent in our ways.

Paul prayed that all on board, 

Would not drown.

And none did, but,

The ship still went down.

Is the Body now just swimming, 

For the shore?

Are our earthly roots so deep, 

That we are pilgrims no more?

We may have staggered, 

But let us not fall.

Let us shakes ourselves, 

And remember our call.

Samson in his blindness  

Still cried out for one last push.

As his enemies laughed and mocked,

Just before they were crushed. 

Our walk is not to change,

Regardless the new rules we're given.

We were never supposed to fit in,

With a world demonically driven! 

You see normal isn't coming back,

Regardless who the President is.

No, normal isn't coming back, 

But Jesus is!

The Atheist Pledge 😉

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 I pledge to only believe in 

science and the things I can see with my own eyes.

Things like, Wind and Gravity, 

and the Oxygen I breathe.

Things of sound science

like DNA code writing itself.

Not just in humans, but in 

everything else also.

You see faith is a crutch

for the weak, and you see science

doesn't require faith, that's

why we have theories. We

can't prove them, but we believe

them anyway. Sound scientific

doctrines that never tries to shove

fantasies down people's throats

like a lightning bolt hitting a protein

in the ocean and it turning into a man

over millions of years. I mean we're talking

about rock hard proof here. And no we

don't care where the lighting, the ocean and protein

came from...we haven't got that far.

We're just sticking to the hard science

like chickens evolving from dinosaurs.

And you can take our word for it, there is nothing

in this universe but us chickens. 

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Dry Bones

In every corner of this world,

There lies dry bones!

Where zeal once burned,

The fire...is gone!

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Some grew dry,

From the world's worries and cares.

Others gave in when burdens,

Seemed to heavy too bare!

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"Son of man, 

Can these dry bones live again?"

Can zeals fire rekindle,

Deep from within?

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Though there be flesh upon them,

Where they now reside.

The peace of that fire,

Is missing inside.

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Bones that now snap,

From brittle ways.

Can they again be oiled,

In these last days?

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Only the Lord knows,

If these bones will live again!

But His fire awaits those,

Willing... to be,

Caught up in Him!

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I AM...found!



I AM, who saw all,

When none existed!

I AM, called all,

But many resisted.

For those who were found,

I AM, marked us with His Seal.

His deposit is within us,

And we know that it's real!

I AM, found us,
 On the highways and byways

Of every generation.

But all who rejected Him,

Brought about their own damnation!

I AM, would, that not one,

 Would have been lost.

For those who rejected I AM,

Rejected the Cross!

Now, I am found,
Though once I was lost.
A wayward sheep,
Purchased...
At a mighty cost!

The Wedding Day!!!

Will the wedding party grow tired,

And eventually fall asleep?

As the Groom tarries in His coming,

For a wedding yet to keep!

Ten went out as Watchmen,

To be the eyes of the guest.

Five went unprepared for the darkness,

Not knowing...darkness is a test!

Five Watchmen came prepared,

For everything, darkness might bring!

Though they knew not the moment,

They prepared for everything!

The night wore on longer...

Than the guest had anticipated!

Finally, the wedding party fell asleep,

But the Watchmen... still waited!

By now even the Watchmen,

Had begun too doze!

But at the sound of the forerunner,

The Watchmen then arose!

The five who were prepared, 

Lit their lamps, to overcome the night!

But those unprepared now turned,

And headed back, lacking oil for their light!

The five Watchmen who had prepared,

 Now alerted the Bride and the guest!

With their lights shinning bright,

They sought to energize the rest!

"The Groom is close at hand,

Be ye not dismayed!"

For in the twinkling of an eye,

There will be a wedding day!

The Last Days (Trumpet Sound)

Are we as a people,

So blind where we stand!

That we notice not the clock?

Nor the moving of His hands?

Are we as blind as the World,

To the very signs of the age?

Thinking only coincidence's,

Are showing up these days!

Many shall run to and fro.

And knowledge shall abound!

But though, truth be spoken,

Few are they, who hear it's sound!

As it was in the days of Lot,

Yes, so it is today!

The coincidence's mount,

As we walk along the way!

"Where is the promise of His coming?"

Call's the scoffers from the crowd!

"Just another misinterpretation,"

Are the religious voices...of the proud!

Clan versus Tribe and 

Tribe versus Clan!

As they seek to reinvent, 

The Words of The Son of Man

But just like the unbelieving,

They too are unaware,

Of where they stand!

As perilous times surround all,

Throughout the land.

But His hand continues to move,

As His clock is winding down!

And soon that trumpet will play,

A Harpazo sound!