Famine . Frustration . Faith
Feb 25, 2018 16:45:46 GMT -5
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Post by theextinction on Feb 25, 2018 16:45:46 GMT -5
In the beginning there was nothing a still death enveloped all, then a spark, a big bang created in HIS name. Light, dark, right, wrong, good, evil, winners and losers were all possible under HIS thumb. But his warmth and love soon turned bitterly cold, happiness once full like the oceans dried up leaving nothing but a desolate desert in its wake. Once full of life, the blood of the calf have run dried and not even it’s bones can be crunched any further.
There is no reason to stay for HE has left everything in darkness once again, as the world awaits the spark of salivation once again.
Every scar has a story
What will mine tell
What will come of this
when I’m better, when I’m well
I want my scar to tell
of how I’ve overcome
of how I made it through
of where I have come from
I want my scar to whisper
about the pain I faced
about this very hard time
about the marathon I raced
But mostly I want my scar
to speak of something greater
I want it to shout
about my living Creator
Let my scar be evidence
that there is a loving Lord
who fought fiercely for my soul
and on whose wings I soared
Let my scar proclaim
that all things work for good
that by myself I couldn’t
but with my God I could
Let them take a look
Let them peek and see
My scar shows God is great
It points to Him, not me.
HIS works are legendary just as OUR hunger is impossible to quell, we languished too long on Manna from heaven above to continue onward's in HIS light. Perhaps it’s time for these wolves to once again fall back into the sweet embrace of the darkness yet again, the still silence and the view of an inescapable abyss with only the whites of our eyes lurking in the darkness ready to hunt and feast upon those succulent wayward souls.
The mere mention of the hunt has the both of us on the mend, you can try and hide it all you like Ridge I know you better than that. You’re parched lips are a dead giveaway, the way you licked them with such glee on the thought of sinking your teeth into the sweet meat of anther is just too good to pass up. Their blood staining our lips as their flesh satisfies our never-ending hunger is OUR way of life. Food before faith.
Because you picked me up when I struggled to get through.
Because you healed my heart when it was thrown and shattered.
Because you gave me hope when it seemed so out of reach.
Because you filled me with peace when chaos flowed through my veins.
Because you showed me the light when there was only darkness.
Because you gave me comfort when my voice cried out in pain.
Because you reassured me when the doubts screamed in my head.
Because you kept me going when there seemed nowhere to go.
Because you sustained me with strength when weakness became all I knew.
Because you came and stayed when everyone else turned around and left.
Because you gave me a purpose when life seemed so pointless.
Because you restored my happiness when life seemed to snatch it away.
Because you filled this emptiness when the void echoed with loneliness.
Because you helped me let it all go when I gripped the tightest to hold on.
Because you showed me the beauty of life when the world showed me nothing but hate and corruption.
Because you gave me a better life when the old one fought to come back.
Because I am nothing without you nothing but a hopeless being.
Because only You could tear down my wall of pride, and instead build it back up with love and humbleness.
Because of all this, I give you my life Lord.
I will put all my fears and failures in your hands, my worries that consume me, my pain that destroys me.
You were always there, even when I rejected You.
Because of all You are, my life, oh God, is yours.
Then go follow that blinding light until you can’t walk any further, this isn’t faith it’s fraud. It’s starvation instead of a promised salivation. Why won’t you listen? Not to me, I understand my words are that of a simple man instead of lies whispered by a God. Nay brother I ask you to listen to them, the screams of the dammed, the cries of cowards and moans of OUR soon to be menu. They beckon us back brother, they demand to be devoured by us once again. Was it all bad brother?
Our lives before HIM?
While he may have for a time indeed did the impossible oh did he? Was his faith an actual feast or did we trick ourselves into famine instead of actual satisfaction? Look at us down, we’ve been starved, denied OUR birthright, forced to halt the hunt in order to follow him and his ever dimming light. Less and less follow why should WE continue down a path of petulance instead of turning back into a buffet of blood and bone? My teeth have dulled; no longer can I snap the head off a simple mouse let alone a man. We need to go back, back before HIM, back before our so called faith and more so back to US, back to feasting on the flesh of ANY and ALL we deemed prey. Perhaps we may even prey on a God? What will it take to convince you that the FEAST and not FAITH is what we need. Brother, why? Why can’t you speak to me?
At the foot of the cross, I lay it all down
Everything in my life, that's hidden deep inside
I give it away, for my Savior to heal
These fears that I have, that I've buried for years
At the feet of Frost, my heart pours out tears
As I kneel and pray, my thoughts become clear
And I finally see what's so very dear
At the foot of the cross, I cry out in pain
Anguishing thoughts pour out like rain
But, amidst these tears, I find a peace so calm
As Frost scurries in, the darkness fades away
My heart is freed, my mind once again sane
And the past torments I've had are forever washed away
My life burns brighter, like the dawning of a new day
At the foot of the cross, I'm loved and not lost
Where the Holy drops of blood, have paid off sin's costs
And the Savior was taken, now risen once more
Through the grace of God, the veil was torn
And the world was cast a new rope of hope
Dangling freely from Heaven, climbable by faith alone
To an eternal place, where sin and death are dead
At the foot of the cross, life can be found
On your knees draped in blood, on Frost’s sacred ground.
ENOUGH I cry out, enough I proclaim. If THIS is what you want then so be it, I've had enough of your useless poems, rhyming is like crying and only the WEAK cry in the presence of the great. You brother have NOT been great since HIM, since you allowed your soul to be tied to the wisdom of a FALSE profit who couldn’t even satisfy as a simple snack let alone suffice as true feast. He is nothing but the perviable snake oil salesmen come to life, so go peddle his wears and waste away in a blinding light of nothingness while I will gorge and feast upon ALL who dare walk in my path.
One will NEVER be greater than one brother, you walk alone in the darkness without anther you too will just wind up a way ward soul. Brother I have tried to talk to you, pleaded day after day and offered feast after feast in order to quell you’re hunger but NOTHING will ever suffice if your heart isn’t open to HIS love. Simply put all the food in the world will NEVER satisfy you’re hunger because you NEVER want it to end. Brother struggle ISN’T strength, satisfaction can bread salvation if you listen to his word. He HASN’T led us astray, instead he has set up the coming for a feast that will rival any and all before it. For in this time of exile the land has descended into darkness, the calves have grown fat and ready for slaughter by the hands of HIS faithful….are you one of them?
God has a purpose in everything he does. Sometimes we feel that in our waiting it’s wasted time, even unbearable, too. The truth is we just want a microwave miracle. God doesn’t work like that all the time. He needs to work in us while we wait. Waiting is a molding process. Draw close to him as you wait, it will making waiting a little easier and sweeter; he will remind you of his love and you his goodness in the midst of it all.
The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy and with my song I praise him. Take MY hand brother as I have taken his, renew your faith and secure your seat at the table, the table in the middle of the slaughter we will feast on together seated at the table of the faithful.
God you are my only strength in life,
In your name I find solace and peace,
Whenever I take your name,
All my worries just cease,
God you are my only force in life,
Please keep your hand on me,
And, thank you for everything to thee,
God you are my only strength in life,
Without your name, WE won't survive!
There is no reason to stay for HE has left everything in darkness once again, as the world awaits the spark of salivation once again.
Every scar has a story
What will mine tell
What will come of this
when I’m better, when I’m well
I want my scar to tell
of how I’ve overcome
of how I made it through
of where I have come from
I want my scar to whisper
about the pain I faced
about this very hard time
about the marathon I raced
But mostly I want my scar
to speak of something greater
I want it to shout
about my living Creator
Let my scar be evidence
that there is a loving Lord
who fought fiercely for my soul
and on whose wings I soared
Let my scar proclaim
that all things work for good
that by myself I couldn’t
but with my God I could
Let them take a look
Let them peek and see
My scar shows God is great
It points to Him, not me.
HIS works are legendary just as OUR hunger is impossible to quell, we languished too long on Manna from heaven above to continue onward's in HIS light. Perhaps it’s time for these wolves to once again fall back into the sweet embrace of the darkness yet again, the still silence and the view of an inescapable abyss with only the whites of our eyes lurking in the darkness ready to hunt and feast upon those succulent wayward souls.
The mere mention of the hunt has the both of us on the mend, you can try and hide it all you like Ridge I know you better than that. You’re parched lips are a dead giveaway, the way you licked them with such glee on the thought of sinking your teeth into the sweet meat of anther is just too good to pass up. Their blood staining our lips as their flesh satisfies our never-ending hunger is OUR way of life. Food before faith.
Because you picked me up when I struggled to get through.
Because you healed my heart when it was thrown and shattered.
Because you gave me hope when it seemed so out of reach.
Because you filled me with peace when chaos flowed through my veins.
Because you showed me the light when there was only darkness.
Because you gave me comfort when my voice cried out in pain.
Because you reassured me when the doubts screamed in my head.
Because you kept me going when there seemed nowhere to go.
Because you sustained me with strength when weakness became all I knew.
Because you came and stayed when everyone else turned around and left.
Because you gave me a purpose when life seemed so pointless.
Because you restored my happiness when life seemed to snatch it away.
Because you filled this emptiness when the void echoed with loneliness.
Because you helped me let it all go when I gripped the tightest to hold on.
Because you showed me the beauty of life when the world showed me nothing but hate and corruption.
Because you gave me a better life when the old one fought to come back.
Because I am nothing without you nothing but a hopeless being.
Because only You could tear down my wall of pride, and instead build it back up with love and humbleness.
Because of all this, I give you my life Lord.
I will put all my fears and failures in your hands, my worries that consume me, my pain that destroys me.
You were always there, even when I rejected You.
Because of all You are, my life, oh God, is yours.
Then go follow that blinding light until you can’t walk any further, this isn’t faith it’s fraud. It’s starvation instead of a promised salivation. Why won’t you listen? Not to me, I understand my words are that of a simple man instead of lies whispered by a God. Nay brother I ask you to listen to them, the screams of the dammed, the cries of cowards and moans of OUR soon to be menu. They beckon us back brother, they demand to be devoured by us once again. Was it all bad brother?
Our lives before HIM?
While he may have for a time indeed did the impossible oh did he? Was his faith an actual feast or did we trick ourselves into famine instead of actual satisfaction? Look at us down, we’ve been starved, denied OUR birthright, forced to halt the hunt in order to follow him and his ever dimming light. Less and less follow why should WE continue down a path of petulance instead of turning back into a buffet of blood and bone? My teeth have dulled; no longer can I snap the head off a simple mouse let alone a man. We need to go back, back before HIM, back before our so called faith and more so back to US, back to feasting on the flesh of ANY and ALL we deemed prey. Perhaps we may even prey on a God? What will it take to convince you that the FEAST and not FAITH is what we need. Brother, why? Why can’t you speak to me?
At the foot of the cross, I lay it all down
Everything in my life, that's hidden deep inside
I give it away, for my Savior to heal
These fears that I have, that I've buried for years
At the feet of Frost, my heart pours out tears
As I kneel and pray, my thoughts become clear
And I finally see what's so very dear
At the foot of the cross, I cry out in pain
Anguishing thoughts pour out like rain
But, amidst these tears, I find a peace so calm
As Frost scurries in, the darkness fades away
My heart is freed, my mind once again sane
And the past torments I've had are forever washed away
My life burns brighter, like the dawning of a new day
At the foot of the cross, I'm loved and not lost
Where the Holy drops of blood, have paid off sin's costs
And the Savior was taken, now risen once more
Through the grace of God, the veil was torn
And the world was cast a new rope of hope
Dangling freely from Heaven, climbable by faith alone
To an eternal place, where sin and death are dead
At the foot of the cross, life can be found
On your knees draped in blood, on Frost’s sacred ground.
ENOUGH I cry out, enough I proclaim. If THIS is what you want then so be it, I've had enough of your useless poems, rhyming is like crying and only the WEAK cry in the presence of the great. You brother have NOT been great since HIM, since you allowed your soul to be tied to the wisdom of a FALSE profit who couldn’t even satisfy as a simple snack let alone suffice as true feast. He is nothing but the perviable snake oil salesmen come to life, so go peddle his wears and waste away in a blinding light of nothingness while I will gorge and feast upon ALL who dare walk in my path.
One will NEVER be greater than one brother, you walk alone in the darkness without anther you too will just wind up a way ward soul. Brother I have tried to talk to you, pleaded day after day and offered feast after feast in order to quell you’re hunger but NOTHING will ever suffice if your heart isn’t open to HIS love. Simply put all the food in the world will NEVER satisfy you’re hunger because you NEVER want it to end. Brother struggle ISN’T strength, satisfaction can bread salvation if you listen to his word. He HASN’T led us astray, instead he has set up the coming for a feast that will rival any and all before it. For in this time of exile the land has descended into darkness, the calves have grown fat and ready for slaughter by the hands of HIS faithful….are you one of them?
God has a purpose in everything he does. Sometimes we feel that in our waiting it’s wasted time, even unbearable, too. The truth is we just want a microwave miracle. God doesn’t work like that all the time. He needs to work in us while we wait. Waiting is a molding process. Draw close to him as you wait, it will making waiting a little easier and sweeter; he will remind you of his love and you his goodness in the midst of it all.
The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy and with my song I praise him. Take MY hand brother as I have taken his, renew your faith and secure your seat at the table, the table in the middle of the slaughter we will feast on together seated at the table of the faithful.
God you are my only strength in life,
In your name I find solace and peace,
Whenever I take your name,
All my worries just cease,
God you are my only force in life,
Please keep your hand on me,
And, thank you for everything to thee,
God you are my only strength in life,
Without your name, WE won't survive!