Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Sorrowful Outcast is Home at Last

I will scatter your ashes upon the winds of time,
A written reckoning of memories and characters of crime.
We were partners in our heartbreak and twins in our despair.
They used and discarded us, as contempt, cannot be prevailed upon, to care.
A confluence of puzzled people who never really knew you, 
self identified, instead, by the emotions they knew through you.
Unveiled in sentimental poetry or some romantic song,
They were vehement expressions of your longing to belong.
Bound in chains, your soul, and by memories exiled.
No sanctuary safe for you, that's by sorcery defiled.
Beware! My sister, in the midst of laughing faces, 
Are the harbingers of harlotry, forced on you in desperate places!
Your simple chattering from innocence, taken as ingenious.
Twisted countenance of avarice, conceals multiplied aims, duplicitous!
Notwithstanding what is said, best laid plans of theirs are savage.
Contrary to what you see, life's vitality they would ravage!
All your work, to just feel better, has only made you worse.
Opening up to the destroyer, has brought with it a curse.
Beyond the realm of possible, to repudiate your choices.
Now others will have to speak for you, their voices
Lovingly put away that past, as irrelevant and dead,
And speak of your new freedom and completed peace, instead.
I was the one who saw you in your vulnerability,
Tried to be there for you when I could, so you would see Christ, in me.
Those who tried to tell me that you were my enemy,
Well, I simply said, don't speak like that, about my family!
The full flower of your beauty has bloomed over us at last!
A heart of gold, that's reconciled, has no stains left over from the past!
Those who have abused you know judgement is at hand, 
While my beloved sister, remains serene, right where she stands! 
They believed her sins, would condemn her, in the end,
But over her HIS gentle hand, of love and mercy does extend!
They know NOT her God, who cares for her, with no equal to His power!
All they'll see are blood and fire, as He rains judgement in that hour!
Fear not! Dear sister, to be encircled by the arms of glory!
Crystal streams, green meadows, attend your end time story!
Now you know exactly what you might have missed before!
You've found your home, in the presence of, the One whom you adore!

Sunday, October 9, 2016

My Sister is Named Victorious!

I must grieve for my sister, for she is gone from us. The physical representation of her likeness became but a shell, with no spirit of life inside. Her flush of color is only from the artificial breath forced into her. How can she be delivered from this appearance of life, which is in reality, a living death? How can the charade be ended?

Let her go. Let her go into the judgement, which results from her actions, that death may separate her from final destruction, and so her sons may live life for her. Only after she has gone down into the depths, will she be freed, finally and totally. Her connection to all that passes for life here, must be disconnected and removed! All things, maintaining the stasis intact, must end.

In the stillness of the cessation of her very breath of the flesh, new life is born, a spiritual ressurection from the dead, where a purity of brand new eyes can behold their Redeemer with understanding. When all hope is removed, He will become your Hope, and the life of your sons. Follow Him now, down into the depths, and die to everything but His salvation (His Yeshua). "He has become my salvation" (Psalm 118). Die to the world, my sister, so your life will be found in Him. Let His will be your will. Let your words be His words. Let your life be His life (Gal 2:20). Rise up again, my sister, to walk in the victory of your son's! Let your sons confess, "I am of the crucified One, for He has become my Deliverer." 

Psalm 118:14-18New American Standard Bible (NASB)

14 The Lord is my strength and song,
And He has become my salvation.
15 The sound of joyful shouting and salvation is in the tents of the righteous;
The right hand of the Lord does valiantly.
16 The right hand of the Lord is exalted;
The right hand of the Lord does valiantly.
17 will not die, but live,
And tell of the works of the Lord.
18 The Lord has disciplined me severely,
But He has not given me over to death.