It is a misfit’s address
An island of genius
A mystery of progress
The glitter of astrocytes between us
The mundane to the brilliant
From the axon to infinity
Never to be explained away
The music of the genius plays
Island of Genius
Wordsmith
To understand the language of the exposed…
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It is a gift from God to understand the language of the exposed.
To read in someone’s eye and body the plea to not be condemned.
Let it be known that those who show Mercy shall obtain mercy.
The Holy who is named Mercy sees the hearts of all men.
For the outcast and diseased, the addicted’s endless need.
He is The One who really sees, He is the one who takes the lead.
His spoken Word will heal and satisfy the longing soul.
It is the Love of God who understands the language of the exposed.
The wind blowing all around me
I hear Him speak to me
He is sure of exactly what to say
In the language of Eternity
From the first conversation we were not strangers…
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From the first conversation we were not strangers…
A searing, a piercing wind blew my story that always follows me, into a million pieces…
A deep blue velvet stillness filled me and my heart’s fragility opened wide and I knew The presence of the Holy entered…
How to Recognize a False Bible Teacher
Hyperbolic language: Proper Bible Teachers derive the passage’s authorial intent and arrive at a common meaning.
Direct Revelation from God: NO! God has said all He has to say to us through Jesus Christ, using the Holy Spirit to guide us to Jesus and in all Truth! God stopped speaking when He gave His Son, and all He has to say now is in His Word. Hebrews 1:1-2
Busywork: Fluff instead of exegesis. Simply teach the passage verbatim.
Taking words and verses out of context: THIS is a BIG ONE! You cannot cherry pick words and verses randomly and unrelated to the main passage you are teaching. Usually spiritualizing and cherry picking occurs because someone never learned or knows proper hermeneutical methods to learning or teaching.
Softening understood Christian words and concepts: Instead of using words like sin, submit, repent, obey false teachers will use words like “wrong choices, cooperate with God, resist His direction.”
Legalistic warnings and scare tactics: Telling people they “MUST DO, MUST TRY, MUST ACCOMPLISH to reap benefits of the Christian life. This is IMPOSSIBLE. If we are in Christ, we have Christ always and forever. Matthew 28:20
Quick Glance False teaching flags
- Direct Revelation
- Poor hermeneutic
- Spiritualizing
- Twisting verses, taking out of context
- Man-centered
- Legalistic
- Overblown emotionalism and language (this usually hides the vacuousness of this person’s teaching.)
One sited source Elizabeth Prata (Blog)
Looking for the pretty notes…
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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear
that melody of Holy song telling me you are near.
No minor chords of sad goodbye or Sin’s death and decay.
No more lies and darkened skies to distort my journeys way.
I listen for the harmony of your singing clear and sweet
The pretty notes of your presence your love song on repeat…
Through the dirty city mist…
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He didn’t walk away from me at Calvary
so I know he will never abandon me here.
I approach you my King without dread or fear.
To your Throne I am drawn which is adorned with your Grace
though the dirty city mist tries to fog my eyes and face
but I know these lies are not true
so I choose to continue to worship You!
Won’t Be Long
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Round and round the evil spins
traps young girls and kills young men
There is no right or wrong, no right or wrong.
Over and over inside my head I hear babies crying from the dead,
It’s been too long, it’s been too long.
The blood spills out, the drugs run in but we no longer call it sin,
can’t be long, it can’t be long.
Over and over inside my head I hear the words that Jesus said,
It won’t be long, it won’t be long.
Our sturdy roofs are crumbling…
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We always thought we could protect our children
we know God will provide each need.
Now we are called to walk through dark times
to stand in what we believe.
Our sturdy roofs are crumbling it seems
but what if a better view is in the stars now overhead?
I will take the hand of Jesus by Faith
as he leads us home His way instead.
Even the dried saltwater on the stones…
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Every part is beautiful.
Every wave is different.
Every seashell my passioned treasure.
Every color of blue and green soothes my soul.
There is music in the rolling of water to shore.
The seagulls sing harmony in a minor key.
The eastern morning sun rises like Heaven’s coda.
The sunset in the West a goodnight lullaby from God.
I kiss the sea oats whispering secrets to the dunes.
I love even the dried saltwater upon the pathway stones.
I am a Texas girl through and through,
but my Florida beach is the place I have to return to.
A tether, a life line in it’s order to refuel and renewal.
Just me, God, and the salty sea, my triage
It is all a gift of dreams to me that I gratefully adore
City Girl Angel
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He said he could never forget his city girl angel
under the silver moon of the Lone Star state
A fast moving Angel with lightening in her eyes
she could never abide anyone being fake
She loves the deep blue sea and the endless Texas sky
She is not a big crier but doesn’t like goodbyes
Sunday morning Allelujahs clear through Saturday night
She is his city girl angel with honey in her smile
He said no one can forget his city girl angel
She is kind and funny and wild
So the night she died on that Texas highway
She simply smiled at him and took her flight
