Kingdom Seeker

Spur

If you attend church, let it spur you to attend to the church.

If you tithe, let it spur you to give your life away.

If you preach, let it spur you to truthful living.

If you bow your head and close your eyes as someone else prays, let it spur you to live humbly and reverently.

If you partake of communion, let it spur you to commune with the Father minute by minute.

If you were baptized, let it spur you to shine your light before men.

If you raise your hands during the music, let it spur you to a life of surrender.

If you serve in organized ministries, let it spur you to spend quality time with the broken and oppressed.

If you receive a blessing on Sundays, let it spur you to be a blessing everyday.

Press

Press down, so tough. Press hard, more stuff. Press into Him, rest in His love!

Fill

The Glory in You

The eyes clothed in darkness haven't a clue
to the unseen Glory found in You.

Swaddled in lies consigning their gaze,
they wander about in a spiritual haze.

With fervor they seek, grasping at hope,
ignoring the nothingness for which they grope.

Unfamiliar with light and it's glorious effects,
in weariness they remain perplexed.

Then grace uninvited ushers a gleam,
igniting a faith in a glory unseen.

What begins as a flicker turns into a flood
that washes away the blinding mud.

By a word of creation, death becomes life,
and with it an abundance of spiritual sight.

Though seasons of darkness threaten their view,
theirs is sustained by the Glory in You.

Sin

You gave me legs, sin crippled them
You gave me thoughts, sin poisoned them
You gave me emotions, sin exploited them
You gave me a will, sin conformed it
You gave me dominion, sin corrupted it
You gave me talents, sin buried them
You gave me a heart, sin hardened it
You gave me a mind, sin twisted it
You gave me a soul, sin ruined it
You gave me breath, sin choked me
You gave me life, sin killed me
You raised me.....................

Unveiled

My soul was veiled since birth.
My eyes could not have known
what blinded by this earth;
the King of Glory's throne.

Owned by the darkness' grasp
and lured by empty crowns.
My spirit's judgment lapse
lacked His quiet sound.

Without a quickening turn
my heart was slowly crushed.
Wherewith a spoken wave,
by grace, supplied it's rush.

His all familiar Word
now seemingly first known,
when King Jesus undeterred,
unveiled His glory's throne!

"You and I"

I try
You ignore

I strive
You abhor

I work
You abstain

I flex
You refrain

I conspire
You retreat

I perspire
You rest your feet

I climb
You're out of reach

I create
You cease to teach

I scheme
You hide

I dream
You step aside

I choose
You clear the way

I refuse
You have no say

now when....

You attend
I rest

You love
I am blessed

You work
I'm yoked

You burn
I'm stoked

You plan
I'm secure

You heal
I'm cured

You bleed
I'm redeemed

You give
I increase

You reveal
I'm revealed

You protect
I'm sealed

You elect
I'm adopted

You're glorified
I'm exalted

need

need....searching for it.
speed...short of it.
bleed....hope to stop it.
feed.....soul longing for it.
weed....strangled by it.
seed.....taking blame for it.
deed.....the ownership of it.
lead......unable to assume it.
read.....too much done of it.
heed.....no attention to it.
freed....know nothing of it.

the core

lash out lash out the question begs why
tis the core, the core, the answer returns!
who knows, who knows the source of sighs?
tis the core, the core, the answer returns!
does it lie, does it lie on the outer rings?
tis the core, the core, the answer returns
can it work, can it work, the striving set forth?
no it can't, it can't, save the core, save the core!
is there good in the core?
is there hope for the core?
no there's not, yes there is.
If so where it tis?
Outside of the core, not of the core, outside nonetheless the answer returns.

godsmith

another day in the god shop....what will i make today?
looking for the perfect fit...size, comfort, practical sensibility.
it needs a sense of stylish flair, but nothing too gaudy for my taste.
i don't need it all the time..just for those moments of loneliness...
oh and for those times of recreation....... hours of fun!

i need a plan, a blueprint...this needs to be well thought out.
materials...hmm...wood, steel, plastic....what suits me best?
whatever, this should be cutting edge!  can't be one upped by someone else.
i don't want it to be outdated in a few months, needs to last a little while.

hours have passed and i can't believe i'm still working on this.
i can feel the sweatbeads on my forehead hanging on for life...then losing their grip.
newfound muscles aching....... must press on, keep hammering away.
i think i'm finished.... no, wait!...another flaw, imperfection. keep hammering..

whew...need a break.  no!  fight the urge, don't stop!  keep hammering...
i'm so tired...sore...drained....must keep hammering.....
what time is it?  no!  that can't be!  clock must be wrong!  years have passed...
i'm still not finished!  can't stop now!  all would be in vain to stop now!! keep hammering...

maybe when i'm finished, i can finally relax and enjoy my craftmanship..
maybe then i can finally rest...keep hammering...

what's this?  vision blurred...what's that clock say?? .....no!  no! .... can't..impossible!
my life is ending?? but i haven't finished with my project!! hammer..hammer....hammer.
hammer.....hammer..............YES!  FINISHED!!

it's not perfect, but it's done....my own little god.....
it took a long time to craft, a lifetime to be exact, but it's done.
look at him!  not too big, small enough to take with me..
not too loud...no sound at all for that matter.
just what i always wanted....a god that won't pester, offend , harm me.
he will set where i place him...he will be there when i need him.
the best thing is...he looks like me....a near spitting image!
years of laboring...striving...trying...self-relying....managing......

now what?