Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Exodus 2

Verse 9 In the same way, Christ takes us, the babies, and nurses us. Not only that, but He pays for us as well. 
Verse 10 I desire to be so engulfed in the Living Water that one must come and draw me out in order to see my heart. I desire to draw out hearts from the crowd. I desire to Moses hearts.
Verse 17 Not only should we come to the rescue of the broken hearted, we must water them with the Living Water in which we are engulfed.
Verse 22 Moses' name is known worldwide, generation after generation and is hardly foreign; yet His first-born son's name was "a foreigner there" because even Moses felt like a foreigner at a time. You are not alone.
Verse 23&24 The cries of the sons and daughters of God Almighty are always heard, regardless of your slavery and captivity to sin, for He remembers His covenant with you.
Verse 25 The God of all of the Universe is concerned about you and all you go through.

(I was simply too excited; I posted two)

Exodus 1

Verse 7 Fruitful parallels in us as the fruit of the Spirit. We are the Israelites and we will be exceedingly fruitful with the fruits of the spirit. 
Verse 12 In the same way, the more the devil feebly attempts to attack you, the more you grow for His power is made perfect in weakness.
Verse 14 The devil will ruthlessly attack you. Be alert!
Verses 20&21 When we fear God, especially in the face of trials and enemies, He will reward us and bless us in even greater ways.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Ever-Encouraging Exodus

In Exodus, You explain the glories of the ark
and the intricate design, no question mark.
You clearly outline the necessary rules
and how to tell the truly wise from the fools.
The garments of the priest are complex and fancy
the lives of the disobedient ones, quite chancy.
And I sit and ponder this ancient book,
as You open my eyes and tell me to look
to see all Your glory shown then, now to me;
For I am the reason You wrote this decree.
To show that I am more elaborate than clothes
for to You I am a pure, flawless, white rose.
To show that Your ark protects my heart
and in it You make inexpressible art.
To show that Your covenant abides within
for here Your law's written regardless of sin.
To show that the table I come to is grand -
once I am here, how could I stand?
To show that the Tabernacle at which I enter
is the very place my spirit needs center.
To show that the incense glorifies You
as the aroma of Christ off me, ensues.
To show that the lamp is meant for the stand
as You design this unfathomably grand.
To show that the Altar is meant for offers
so I choose to lay down all in my coffers.
To show that the oil comes strictly from You
as life and peace and goodness do.
To show that ephod and breastpiece have function
as the body of Christ must work in junction.
All these things You wrote in Love
to prove that I shall rise above
the plagues and droughts and hunger pains
as done with them; Jehovah reigns!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Staking Claim

I am nothing; I am a fool.
I am a pointless, unraveling spool.
I am a sinner; I am a clown.
I am a hater who instills a frown.
I am a broken, fallen disgust
who denies love for a chance at lust.
I am the one who repeatedly hurts
the One in whom my heart, converts.
I am the deadly, poisonous snake
who has caused countless heart ache.
I am nothing; I am a fool,
but I serve the One who makes me a tool.
A tool in which muck is chiseled;
from others lives, sin is fizzled.
Flawless One who delights in me -
Holy, Mighty, Righteous, Free.
Bloody Savior, came down as man
to prove that He is The Greater Than;
greater than me and my lowly being,
greater than those in which He is freeing.
Blessed and beautiful the names He gives;
Beloved He calls the heart that lives.
Matchless and Healer; Love and Peace
Whose grace on me will never cease.
King of Kings and Lord of Lords,
no wrongs of mine, He records.
So nothing I come as nothing You came,
washing me and staking claim.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Lavish in Mercy; Scarce in Self

I choose you not for what you can bring me
for I know that you have nothing to offer,
yet I still choose you and I want you to see
that there is a reason I made you my coffer.

Sitting there looking at your human lowly self
trying to fix and obtain My pure beauty;
not realizing that it comes not from yourself
and not from your vain attempts at duty.

Grace is the reason from which you are saved
and from grace, here you stand high and sing;
each secret, unspeakable sin has been waved
you are My bride, and Holy Spirit, your ring.

For with nothing I came down as a child
to rescue you, oh nothing, from obscurity;
in the midst of your suffering, I joyfully smiled
for I transformed you into My purity.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you,
so be still and know I am King of Kings.
Stop exhausting strength to make yourself new;
just rest in these perfect mercy springs.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Waiting Game

Isn't it strange how the beginning of the speaking of love in 1 Corinthians 13 is "Love is patient."? (v. 4)
Isn't it strange how Moses waited for 6 days in the glory cloud before God even spoke? (Exodus 24:16)
Isn't it strange how God gave instruction to build the Ark of the Covenant before He gave the Covenant? (Exodus 25:16)
No it's not. Because God knew what He was doing and what He is doing and what He will always do.

The carving of the inside creates the beauty of the out;
with hands lifted high and mouths we will shout.
In patience we will wait, knowing it's Your call
to be still and know You, in the midst of it all.
Waiting in glory, like Moses, we desire
for You come in this and rain down with fire.
In this time of wait, make the Ark in my heart
prepare in me the place, before You throw the dart.
Ready and in waiting, we stand up tall and know
You are the Rock and the arrow to throw.
The people entrusted to us we will hold
keeping eyes on the hearts that You wish to mold
for it's easy to keep in sorrow and in pity
but we know that You want to move in this city
so amongst this time of patience that's occurring in us
we know that You have greater when we chose to trust.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Valentine's Day

Love is not just simply a four letter word;
It's not a term thats broken and blurred.
Love is not what you see in divorced home
where families are torn and thick tears roam.
Love is not what you see in that boy's eyes
where lust is consuming and craving flies.
Love is not what you see in the romance clip
where feelings are truth but bound to flip.
Love is not what you see when yelling occurs
where anger and envy are blatant prefers.
Love is not what you see when he holds you after
where sin has prevailed and gone is the laughter.
Tattered and bruised are hearts from this wrong
aching to have what they heartily long:
a solid foundation and truth-ridden Love
a real-deal relation that rises above
the storms of the life with the winds that shake,
feelings that change and hearts that break.
Love is not just simply a four letter word;
God is Love and your cries are heard.

Thursday, February 9, 2012


I live for the glory of the King
All around me makes me sing
"You are Holy, matchless name;
Above all, Your mighty fame."
And yet I see the downcast eyes
longing in a dark disguise
broken, beaten, bruised, and torn
hearts in pieces; in side, thorn.
I belt out for the comfort of cries
and knowledge that You are the only true prize.
The only one who stands all the waves
this life has brought in shallow caves.
These broken hearts will be renewed
and harden, same, for You obtrude
in built-up hearts where no light shines,
You break in and pay the fines;
for life and death are in Your hands,
oh Sovereign One, reveal Your plans -
plans of mercy and of grace
perfect and mighty, the ways you trace -
trace my heart and its design
All in All, You fully align.
So today, I knock and ask this quest:
Take the broken, make them blessed.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Egyptians

You stand on a tall rock. You are untouchable, yet your brain tells otherwise. This five foot diameter fortress stands hundreds of yards above the ground with no ledges for climbing. You are untouchable, yet your brain tells otherwise. Because you see creatures, evil creatures, crawling at the base of the rock. Grabbing and scratching to try to get to you. This makes your forget that you are safe on the rock and you cry out for help! Then you see something else: Knights in armor and warriors are fighting for you. They bash and smash every creature that comes near the base of the rock; because, although you're safe on the rock, they are the ultimate fighters and they love you. Yet, in your human nature, your eyes fix once again upon the evil creatures. They seem too powerful regardless of all you know about their defeat. You once again moan and wail, "Help!" Suddenly, you look to your right, and you see an eagle. And you are raised up on eagle's wings. All you need to do is rest on the wings, on the rock, knowing who's fighting for you and who's defeated all for you.

Exodus 14:13&14
13 Moses answered the people, “Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the LORD will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. 14 The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”

Exodus 19:4
4 ‘You yourselves have seen what I did to Egypt, and how I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself.

Psalm 18:2
2 The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
   my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
   my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.