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Remember, when your project
To do a thing for God goes wrong, When the church never rises from the prairie, Or the community of Saints Falls into disarray And confusion, That the City of God is not made by earthly hands. It is not a thing, not a place. It is not made of lumber or brick or mortar. It is made of people who have come through great tribulation. And the pillars that hold up the temple therein are people. And the gates to enter therein are the names Of Jacob’s dysfunctional family. The great work of God is not the thing that you build in his name, It is the thing that you become in the process of trying, He does not need the earthly things he asks for. He needs your obedience when he calls. And the purity of heart that results From coming through “great tribulation” in His name. Rev 7:14…these are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Rev 3:12 Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name. Rev 21:12-13 …a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel: On the east three gates; on the north three gates; on the south three gates; and on the west three gates
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Life didn’t turn out the way I planned,
But it’s been good, real good, Better than real good, really, To spite the pain. And I’m ok. And I am grateful for it all, Grateful for the thing that I could be To spite not being all that I had hoped to be. And I’m grateful for the people that I touched, To spite the times I failed them, And grateful for the ones I loved Though I did so imperfectly And with many flaws. Perhaps it is not possible To be all that we hope to be. But we come anyway. We come and love. And I still believe, To spite it all That it is worth the trip. I am inclined to sell what sells if it is honest, aren’t you?
And to sell plenty of it so that I can let it rest At the end of the day And focus on other things. After all, I am not smart or clever. So I had better not try to speculate. The sun goes down and I want to go to sleep. - Imagine that!
There was more peace in books.
We have lost something By displaying motion Pictures. Beneath the sea there are things
That we don’t know about. In the unfathomable cold Of the Ocean Deep, There is peace, Peace for you and me, Peace because we don’t know what lives there, Peace because we cannot see the things That swim in the unseeable dark Of the Ocean Deep. Yes, there is peace In the great tumult of the waves And the currents that move like highways In and out and through the thing that we call the sea. Yes there is peace. And the master of all that is unknown Sees the things that we can’t see and makes his home Amidst the chaos of the thing we can’t perceive. And for that reason, there is peace In the things that we don’t know about. Even in the dark of the unfathomable Ocean Deep. If I want to connect with Him
I resist the impulse to fill the void with noise. I sit in silence. But even after all these years, It still burns sometimes. There is a planet where the sun never sets
And it is gold all over. There is a planet where the light shines from every stick And the buzzards lay light-filled eggs that glow all over. There is a future planet, And on that planet, there is a man whose vest shines Like the sun at noonday. Yes there is a planet where light is everything And we are going there one day If we can only leave this world behind us forever, Leave this world behind forever. And I am going there today. Will you come with me To the planet that shines upon the world of yesterday And beacons to those who want the light More than the world of darkness. Yes, the golden light-filled planet Shines bright in the heavens of my deepest faith-filled thoughts. And I see it. I will see it. And you see it. You will see it. It is coming for us today. Yes the golden light-filled planet Has come for us today. I used to try to be good.
But I don’t do that anymore. Since I don’t know what is good. God is good. That I know. And I trust the thing that I am Because I am not my own creation. And it seems that though I am not good That goodness still visits me to spite myself And I am grateful for that. And yet, I also do not throw off inhibition Because I do love goodness. I love each lovely thing That I have always loved. I cling to every beautiful virtue that I can. And I let go of the things that I can’t cling to Trusting that in time they will come to me To spite my imperfection. In other words, I believe that He is doing a work in me And I trust the process. Day by day I write away my life,
Write away my life, fare thee well. Fare thee well my life, my tender life, And I write away, day by day, fare thee well. I write away my life in middle age, Away my life, fare thee well. I write away, and day by day I say, Fare thee well, I say, fare thee well. And when my life is ripe with age, Ripe with age, fare thee well. I’ll write away at end of day Till the end draws near, And the angels say Come up and put your pen away. Put your pen away, fare the well. And on that day I’ll be whisked away Whisked away, I say, fare thee well. And on that day, I’ll be whisked away My life will end, and I will say, Fare thee well. Everyone wants their marriage to last forever
But to have a forever marriage, You must stay married Even when your spouse renigs. And to do that you must know by the Spirit of God That faith will do the trick. And only God can tell you that. And not everybody is willing to pay such a price. And not everybody believes that God can make it known. But for those who do, and those who know, I broach the subject. For the Adam and Eve relationship functions upon certain principles. And if we are ever to return to the Garden of Eden, And to that love which bound our first parents In an eternal, never-ending, union, We must consider the stuff That makes it up. We need so little to be happy.
But you may not know that yet. But it will come. Simplicity is on the rise. It is claiming the world for Him, Till only the foxes will have holes. And then, the end. You will never fully understand me
While we are in this world. And I can’t explain it to you. I wish to God that I could. But I am unable to explain it even to myself, Though I know the wind that blows. And my life has been a life upon the wind, Blowing this way and that. And I haven’t known anything Except that I am not my own, And that I must go where the wind blows. But one day, we’ll both go home. We’ll travel north to the place From which the wind blows. And there it will all make sense. And we will rejoice in it together When the truth is no longer hidden By solid things that don’t make so much sense as the wind. I am a traveling man, a traveling man.
I never stay too long. I take a job and leave it. But when I stop, I hunker down And search out long-forgotten friends, Kindred, broken, torn-up, souls The grown-ups leave behind And they hang on by the tassels To crumbs left for the dogs. And I take down their stories To tell the world about the ones That chose the most unwanted roles So that others could be the winners. For someone has to lose in life. Someone has to be the one That falls behind. It’s an important part, And there is much to learn From being broken and despised. But it is easy to forget. And so I take notes. I write it down And then hold it up before the world In all its gruesome beauty. A traveling man, a traveling man, And I never stay too long. I take a job. I write it down. I tell the story. I leave the town. And all because I’m a traveling man, A traveling man, a traveling man. It is good to receive things for free
Because we are freer with the things That we don’t pay for, And especially if we believe That there will be more. Think about it. If you work all month at minimum wage And then go out to eat and order fillet mignon, And if you spend every spare dollar on that meal, Then it is precious. You hover over the plate protectively. You lose yourself in the experience And every other person in the restaurant Disappears in the momentary bliss of that dish. And heaven help the soul That gets between you And your dearly bought succulence. And yet, when the 18 wheeler Comes barrelling down the canyon And turns over just in front of your house And spills forth 20 pallets full of frozen choice cuts, You call your friends And the town descends upon the pile And your only joy is that it didn’t go to waste. To grow in faith,
You must do things that require faith. Do the thing that you’re afraid of
If you know that it is right, And let the chips fall Where they will. It’s better than the alternative. When you live by faith,
You reap where you do not sow Because you never know How you'll be paid For sowing seeds Where you will not reap. Life is simple. They say that it is complicated, but they’re wrong.
I don't need anything.
It is all here with me already. Be grateful for the future.
Do you know it? It comes As surely as the past has flown. And the truth of future things is whispered To everyone who sacrifices present joys For the sake of better tomorrows. Prophets and sages of every age
Have fled the rule of mammon Because as long as they believed That they needed money to survive, They were not free to say the truth without fear. In the path of faith
It is through gratitude That you transcend impossibilities. |
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