Code Blue

The arrhythmia's of life. Brought me here. My feeble heart. Shocked by waves of pain. Bleeding until the river runs dry. Like the Red Sea. The walls of my heart. Quivering from the blows. Life threw my way. The beat becoming faint. From the turbulent storms. My breath laboring. Is this the end? Code Blue.…

Fighting to Live

The battle. Begun. 39 years ago. The day I entered life. Designed in His image. Destined with a beautiful purpose. The fight began. For my soul. As I journeyed. The intensity intensified. Thoughts of suicide plagued me. The destroyer. After my heart for God. The liar. Lying about my identity. The truth. Pursuing me. My…

Encounter

A meeting place. Where man meets divinity. In the garden of  his heart. An exchange. His life for his. He abides. In him. He is no longer the same man before the meeting. He arises. No longer bitter and empty. Filled. With love that surpasses human understanding. Brought to his knees. Overwhelmed by the weight…

Proclaim

I proclaim JESUS IS LORD. I proclaim that HE is the Saviour. I proclaim that He is the way, truth and life. I proclaim there is no other way. I proclaim Jesus is the way. I proclaim that every knee will bow and confess Jesus is Lord. I proclaim He is alive. I proclaim He…

Break Every Chain

He is free. Or is he? He's enslaved by the words of a man. Spoken 400 years ago. He is free. Or is he? His mind held captive by the chains of poverty. And he succumbs to lack. He is free. Or is he? He visits his child once or even maybe twice a year.…

Religious Performer

I grew up in church since I was five years old. My family attended five out of the seven days of the week. We were there more than being at our own home. Church was all I and my family knew. I knew the church lingo. I knew to dance when the break in music…

Twisted

As evil entered the world. It came to twist the minds. From the truth. Onto self. Onto the world. Onto deceitful doctrines. We have been twisted by the lies. Of ignorance. Of unbelief. Of doubt. Of selfishness. Of confusion. Of our past. Trying to control. What is controlling us. As we start to entwine. The…

Grave Clothes

I am dressed. But why I am still wearing these clothes? The same ole clothes that I was buried in. Now I live. But these clothes are strangling me. Permitting me from living the chosen life. I constantly rip them off. Only to find them on again.        

A Different World

Children are very creative. Even as they experience trauma. They create. They create their own world. Or bubble so to speak. To escape. From the bee sting of life. As time passes them by. They are an adult. Living in a world within a world. They created. They are hard to connect with. They are…