Predestined

I want that one

It was written long before you were even born

Predestined

You were made to be remade by him

It was written

Long before you were even born

Predestined

He will lose you but by losing you he will win

Predestined

You will be called his chosen

He will display his work through your life as he remodels you

From sinner to saint in Christ

He choose you to wear the banner of his son

That’s his blood

He loved you so much that he decided his son’s life was a good enough price to buy you from the life of death to righteousness

So he sought you

Pursued with vigour

Wooed you

Laboured to birth a gateway for you to eternity

He paid the price with his own family

He loved you, past tense

Loves you present

Will love you, future to come

Just because he can and he does

Not because of no special work you’ve done

Or the good things in this life that you’ve done

Just because He is God and he made saving you his decision

How faithful he is

How merciful he is

How wonderful he is

Predestined

Your life to be intertwined with him

Predestined

The transformation from enemy to son ship through Jesus Christ was, predestined

Let's

An epilogue to time machine

‘Let’s’

Let’s try like the children of God we are meant to be
Let’s allow the power of the word to transform our inner beings
Let’s come in agreement with Paul
Ask the Holy Spirit to help us to no longer conform to this world

We’d been the very one’s buried in inequity
Orgies, wild parties, fornication, everything fleshly
We’d embraced our flesh and everything ungodly
But we were called
So please,
Let’s let old things be

Let’s turn away from this sin, it so easily brings us down
So no matter how much we are left feeling torn
Let’s ask for deliverance from the lust that seems to have us bound
Let’s move forward, let’s not allow our past to come back around

For in our ‘us’ is rebellion
We argue against every argument for righteousness when it comes to’ us’
For in ‘us’ in lust
We fight every conviction to turn away; we seem to find it hard to “seek first”
So we distrust
Our distrust keeps us moving in lust
We refuse to trust when it comes to us
In ‘us’ is the past
In ‘us’ is the lust from the past that we refuse to put to dust
We keep it awaked with our constant flirtation
We keep it awaked with unbiblical justifications

But
Let’s finally surrender
Let’s allow the Holy Spirit to take control of this area
Let’s not grieve him any longer
Let’s trust in his transformative power
Let’s yield ourselves to him come whatever
This may be it for us
But lest say come what may
Let’s trust him anyway
Let’s exalt him higher than our desire to be together
Let’s exalt him higher than our emotions and whatever
Let’s remember who we are again
We’ve been bought from the kingdom of darkness
Let’s not act like we are blind again
Let’s be the salt that we are meant to be
Seek after holiness, inspire somebody
Let’s say no to this inequity
Let’s die to ourselves, I’ll die to you, you die to me
Our old man is dead
Let’s bury the ungodly ‘us’ next to it

Let’s finally admit that our salvation is worth more than is
Let’s call upon the power of the Holy Spirit
Let’s confess our sins
Let’s trust in his merciful power
Let’s repent
shall we....

Fight for me

Think this is the most vulnerable poem I've written in a while. I was on the bus today reading a poetry book and I thought I want to write, and this is what I was thinking about.
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Fight for me

Argue with the stars that fail to glisten every time we meet

Call up the rain and demand a sunny day for us, even if the sun be discreet.

Let the thunder be silenced, and the lightning that's struck our bond be held in a head lock till it see's the error in it's ways and repent from causing rain, everytime we try to try again



Fight for me

Wrestle with the beast that carries you away every time we argue

It gives you leeway to escape, stops you from uttering 'sorry' or admitting when you get hurt too

Allow love to get hold of your heart and feed you because all all the love I have is for you

Fight for me,

Fight like you know the love we have is worth every battle you have to undergo

Fight like you know the prize won in this battle is worth more than what you have to go through
I believe our love is worth it and I bear the scars that prove it

For you I've wrestled with pride, anger, fear and even resentment

So fight for me

For everything in me believe that what we have is worth it

And if our strength and courage can't be used for this, then please tell me what else?

We've been walking this road together too long to let anything make us relent

so partner, brethren, foe, tell me,
 Is our love worth it?
If it is

Then fight for it,
Fight for us,
Fight for me
Please...

All other ground is SINKING SAND

My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less
By: Edward Mote

One morn­ing it came into my mind as I went to la­bour, to write an hymn on the ‘Gra­cious Ex­per­i­ence of a Christ­ian.’ As I went up Hol­born I had the chor­us,

‘On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.’

In the day I had four first vers­es com­plete, and wrote them off. On the Sab­bath fol­low­ing I met bro­ther King as I came out of Lisle Street Meet­ing…who in­formed me that his wife was ve­ry ill, and asked me to call and see her. I had an ear­ly tea, and called af­ter­wards. He said that it was his usu­al custom to sing a hymn, read a por­tion, and en­gage in pray­er, be­fore he went to meet­ing. He looked for his hymn-book but could find it no­where. I said, ‘I have some vers­es in my pock­et; if he liked, we would sing them.’ We did, and his wife en­joyed them so much, that af­ter ser­vice he asked me, as a fa­vour, to leave a co­py of them for his wife. I went home, and by the fire­side com­posed the last two vers­es, wrote the whole off, and took them to sis­ter King…As these vers­es so met the dy­ing wo­man’s case, my at­ten­tion to them was the more ar­rest­ed, and I had a thou­sand print­ed for dis­tr­ibu­tion. I sent one to the Spir­it­u­al Mag­a­zine, with­out my ini­tials, which ap­peared some time af­ter this. Bro­ther Rees, of Crown Street, So­ho, brought out an edi­tion of hymns [1836], and this hymn was in it. Da­vid Den­ham in­tro­duced it [1837] with Rees’ name, and others af­ter…Your in­sert­ing this brief out­line may in fu­ture shield me from the charge of stealth, and be a vin­di­ca­tion of truth­ful­ness in my con­nect­ion with the Church of God.

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteous;
No merit of my own I claim
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness veils his lovely face,
I reSt on his unchanging grace;
In every high and story gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, his covenant, his blood
Sustain me in the raging flood;
When all supports are washed away,
He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When he shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in him be found,
Clothed in his righteousness alone,
Redeemed to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

Time Machine

I've chosen you to be my designated driver to the past

You know that town well

we'd walked the pavements hand in hand, back then

Choose any memory lane and I'll happily explore it with you

Let's explore who we were before

The present seems stagnant, pregnant with hope yet failing to birth it

The future looks grim, we lost some faith on our journey to the present it seems

So take me in your time machine to the past where I will know every step

I will know what's coming and exactly what happens next

And perhaps upon our return, we'll love and even enjoy our present

Perhaps upon return, we'll have faith's help

I've chosen you to be my designated driver to the past

Your front door the entrance to back then

When the concubine wed

Sorrow I became a concubine for you

Laid with you night after night and watched my faith and hope fade too

You introduced me to your friends misery and pain

I flirted with them all and watched as you contended for my heart

again and again

Sorrow through you disbelieve became my best friend

We held pity parties in your honor and I met more of your friends

For a while depression and I also had a thing

Then fear crept in and I welcomed him

But oh how fragile an unconvicted relation is

How easy it is to steal away what was never yours in the first place

Joy came, and he posed a ring

So i had to leave you, we had such a fragile and destructive thing

What we had makes me all the more glad that I have Joy now

Couldn't see back then, but faith is stronger now

So au revior to you, depression and fear

Will only be seeing you guys again if in UN-faith-full-ness my heart permits you all to reappear

Saw this poem on ephesians 6:11-18

"Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;

Prayer makes the Christian armor bright,

And Satan trembles when he sees.

The meanest saint upon his knees."