At Street Level

at street level, the life of faith is always a matter of Trust. I am always reminded of this when I look around in a world I barely recognize. I desire Truth in my soul just like I need air to breathe.

…what is the power of this longing that this world cannot satisfly? It is the longing God placed in us for “paradise complete” and the “not yet”.

…at street level, the life of faith is always a matter of Trust.

“For we live by faith, not by sight.”

2 Corinthians 5:7

The Terror of The Thirties

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Photo by lilartsy 

The Terror of The thirties,  so say the Russians of old.

The Law of the first of December and  no one could escape the woes.

Hundreds of thousands upon thousands dead in the snow.

The Linengrad devil tried to steal their souls.

Randomly killed for a quota and no outcry could be heard.

Stalin killed his own family just to feed his evil rage.

Rivers of  blood shed we never seen to learn.

The terrors of the thirties let us turn the page.

River of Strength

There is no one else to follow Lord,

All the kings of this earth are fallen,

Not one is free from deceit and greed!

 

The steeple bells do not ring of Your good news Lord,

Many shepherds have disregarded you as Truth,

Oh but there is a River of Strength that makes gladness

 

I will follow the gladness of your River for she is strong

she is unshaken by destruction and her water strengthens  like honey

there is no other path to follow but she flows to your Throne

 

Gravity feels heavier…

Photo by Victor Freitas

I am breathing underwater and not wondering how

I am praying to be rescued but not sure if the time is now

Gravity feels heavier than it use to but in the water I am weightless

I can no longer hear the angry world and could not care less

You are so close I can hear but not touch you

You are The Holy One well acquainted with Truth

Confusion has a Cost

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Confusion has a cost

Like skimming off the dross

It all goes swirling down a drain

Leaving oily globs of pain.

The Trojan horse is chaos

Now enters your thoughts

The battles swarm like bees

The Word of God cannot be defeated.

Take heart

Because you are not crazy

You are a warrior

The Battle is the Lord’s.

So, listen for the sounds of spring

Listen for the bells of victory

You will take flight on His Wings

Let your praises ring!

Take heart

Because you are not crazy

You are a warrior

The Battle is the Lord’s

They Only Hear the Pretty Notes

Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger

These children in my heart take my breath away.

So warm and wild in joyful play.

So strong yet gentle, with cheeks the color of the rose.

They only hear the pretty notes.

These days together are short and tender

I just smile up to heaven and surrender,

Then breathlessly, I hear all the pretty notes…