Lord, bless every rock
Do not make Your favor as fragile as a butterfly
It lands for a moment
then is gone as the wind blows
I can not embrace such fancy
I would stumble and destroy
that which You sent to bless
Rather make Your blessings firm
May they stand through time’s test
Make them like the rock I can stand upon
Then I will praise You
Don’t fall for it.
God has shown you
something so much more.
Don’t fall for it.
Don’t chase after illusions.
You know you’ve seen what’s real.
A place beyond comparison.
Don’t chase after illusions.
Don’t be distracted.
What they say is a lie
and you know it.
Don’t be distracted.
Don’t turn from the path.
Temptations never
lead to blessings.
Don’t turn from the path.
Don’t panic.
You aren’t being left behind.
Everything has its time.
Don’t panic.
Don’t give up.
The only way to fail
is to quit.
Don’t give up.
Don’t lose hope.
It’s not as fragile
as you think.
Don’t lose hope.
A tree is a tree,
and a rock is a rock,
but the heart of man
who can know it except God?
Before Him nothing is hidden,
before His eyes, everything is uncovered.
Who will go for us?
Who will represent our inability,
our weakness in the Light of Truth?
Only the Great High Priest!
Only the One who walked this earth,
tasted death for us all,
conquered its power,
and ascended into heaven.
He knows us completely,
and He loves us.
How shall we escape if we ignore such a great salvation?
Announced by the Lord,
Confirmed by those who heard Him,
and Testified by God.
When He speaks, may my heart never harden.
Where He leads, may I follow.
Hebrews 4:13
“Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”
Speak over me Lord.
For when You speak, things exist
where before there was nothing.
The heavens and earth were made
by Your voice.
By Your call
the sea opened and at the right time
a path for Your people was made.
Speak over my family Lord.
May this reality crumble and melt like wax
before You.
You overflow storehouses
as You let fall the rain upon a farmer’s field,
multiplying the harvest.
Speak over me Lord.
May Your will be done
and Your Name be praised.
It is getting hard to see Lord,
but I know when You speak
things change.
Jesus, when You invited Your disciples to follow,
You showed them a Kingdom not of this world.
Jesus, when You called Lazarus from the tomb,
You revealed a power greater than the grave.
Jesus, when you uttered, “It is finished,”
You opened wide the door of our salvation.
Speak over me Lord.
I trust in You more than these horses.
They threaten to trample me if I don’t succumb.
Their pounding hooves batter against the gates;
they buck and kick at me.
Their intent to oppress and crush falls short
of Your shadow over me.
Your words give Life!
Your words are Life!
Your words give Truth!
Your Word is Truth!
Speak over me.
Deliver and rescue me,
You are mighty to save.
Lift me up out of this mire,
Purify me in Your fire,
Though the times are dark and dire,
I’ll sing Your praise with the choir.
The day comes when you realize you are a terrible and tragic Captain of your
family’s vessel always doomed to crash upon the rocks,
When you’ve done everything, checked and rechecked, only to come up empty and find the rocks are upon you yet again,
You know it shouldn’t be this way, you know the stories, you can picture it easily, the answer is something you’ve memorized but is always out of reach,
When you are there, remember this life is but a moment, but a moment, the sun will rise!
Oh this life is a moment, it rages so,
You can feel its anger and desperation as it tries to overwhelm, listen to its siren call, “You are a sinking ship no matter what you try,” the song echoes over and over, over and over,
What does it want? It wants eternity.
Deceive you it will, it knows, oh it knows, Time will serve its purpose revealing the Truth even a moment cannot deny,
Soon it will all be over, and that is its doom,
There is One who conquered over all, He is the Rock this moment’s ship cannot outmaneuver.
We may crash, we might be perpetual strangers here, but the Son will rise!
This time will end, the sharp edges of this broken life that cut so deep they threaten to puncture hope itself will cease,
It isn’t keen enough to sever us from His Promise signed by His Blood and it knows, Oh it knows,
Be comforted, this moment will end.
It’s coming. I don’t know what it is or when, but the two forces of fear and faith will again meet with grace and truth, for the old corrupted pathways/modes of doing things are already being abandoned.
A new path is being forged, a new understanding is being given. He is there waiting for us to arrive, always leading, always revealing.
Confusion only takes precedence till understanding comes bringing enlightenment on its tail. Those who gained their crowns from chaos will find how short their reign will be. Those who received theirs through the crucible will be given power and will reign with He Who reigns Supreme.
It’s coming. I don’t know what it is or when, but mysteries will be explained and hearts will rend.
Church be ready.
Joel 2:13-15
Everyone knows darkness is bleak, but oh the Light, its splendor and brilliance shine so; it frees us to forget all desolation.
Do you really think He’s been hiding biding His time? He has kept the Silent Ones who have yet to speak. Those He has ordained for the last hour will rise. Oh no, all this, the timing is not from fear, never that, He is God.
Be prepared for the Spirit to work in wildfire ways. Hold on and watch! For those who for years have been holding on, it will all make sense. Everything. For those holding on to pride and stubbornness, those handholds will disappear. Let go for ones that will endure what is to come.
This is it people. The last days are here and now.
Do we really think we, who follow the Light, are subject to anything from and of this world? Power, the kind that makes Hollywood tremble, is ours. Who needs a stage when He has the universe? When He stands, silence. When He lifts His Hand, mountains melt like wax. The mighty seas, beyond the control of any man, run from Him. There is no place but under His wings, under His wings.
You cry “Justice!” But should it or can it be any other way? You scream “Fairness!” But is He not Just and Fair, the Holy and Righteous One? You want blood to change it all. Has He not given you His Son?
No, time is coming to an end. Prepare yourself, all already bow and kneel to
someone. Whom do you serve?
I serve Jesus, the Risen One.
No one knew what was going to happen. They witnessed the incredible for 3 years as they followed Him. People left their homes and jobs on the spot just because He called or merely walked by. They knew that whatever they knew about life just didn’t matter or apply to Him.
Such a chorus it must be of saints and angels welcoming them home.
Such a sight to see when they receive their white robes and the crown of life to don.
When the Son of God no longer takes the form of a Lamb but girds Himself for war,
taking up their cause the world trembles and quakes for on it His wrath He will pour.