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2008dec29
Castles in the Sky
There were castles in the sky tonight
The clouds, the sunset, the colors
One of those moments when reality becomes surreal
When all you are touching becomes fake
Because you have found something more
A fantasy legend opens before you
A myth to some, but more real than sunshine
More bright than fields of snow
And more dark than the belly of the earth
What moment could compare?
What satisfaction could sustain me?
What hope is there left when desire drops away
And purpose consumes?
My Savior lives! His Glory abounds!
His countenance stirs the heavens
And His voice calls my name.
Splendor He gives to me,
And touches my face with song.
Did you see the sky tonight?
Did you see its light drain?
Did you watch the castles fade,
then see the sunlight from the other side
of the blanket of night?
Have you seen the stars turn to jewels
as the light fades away?
Have you seen my Savior?
And stirred His heart today?
~JLB
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20081228
The Perspective of Light || 2008.12.27
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2008.12.27
The Perspective of Light
The trade of death for life,
the death of a man already condemned
An exchange of toys and tempest
for the discipline of Kingdom and the passion of Love
My King knows my name,
and before His presence He sustains my memory
and He burns to trade - my ashes for His eternal fire
He longs not for the carving of my name He holds in His palm
He yearns for my heart - the beating in my chest
All of my pulse to remember His face and steal my breath away
All of my pulse to race with the lightning that expels the world
and brings my face to the ground so He may raise me
and change my dust, my shame for His Glory, for His face
Oh, how could I clasp to the death that will drown me
and tear me to pieces so many thousands of ways?
When my Light and my Savior:
The God who adores me
Stands at His door then goes searching for me
Enduring all mire, desert and temptation
betrayal of friends, ridicule and degradation
And finds me broken
Then trades Death for Life
~JLB
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2008.12.27
The Perspective of Light
The trade of death for life,
the death of a man already condemned
An exchange of toys and tempest
for the discipline of Kingdom and the passion of Love
My King knows my name,
and before His presence He sustains my memory
and He burns to trade - my ashes for His eternal fire
He longs not for the carving of my name He holds in His palm
He yearns for my heart - the beating in my chest
All of my pulse to remember His face and steal my breath away
All of my pulse to race with the lightning that expels the world
and brings my face to the ground so He may raise me
and change my dust, my shame for His Glory, for His face
Oh, how could I clasp to the death that will drown me
and tear me to pieces so many thousands of ways?
When my Light and my Savior:
The God who adores me
Stands at His door then goes searching for me
Enduring all mire, desert and temptation
betrayal of friends, ridicule and degradation
And finds me broken
Then trades Death for Life
~JLB
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20081221
2008.12.20
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2008.12.20
What emotion could taunt me so,
to blur the page beneath my eyes?
What centuries hidden life lingers
in these words to grasp my heart?
All emptiness and longing, all death,
and broken despair rocks cold
and melts: ice to this fire.
Is it flame that touches me?
is it truth? These words that stir my soul
and make my heart resound?
Is it song that sings unbroken within me,
sounded from a simple page?
What is this that revives me so,
when even my skin betrays me,
and blood shows through its cracks?
Love, my God! Pure love!
When life is lifeless love lives on;
when death is painless love still cries,
and its embers lie poised for me
in the blackness of the ink on the page
and I burn when i find them.
But when your breath reaches this fire...
even blackness begins to glow.
Heat from everywhere,
and tongues of flame their own contagion.
What love could linger, yet spread like light?
What power could possibly halt, or other solace stand?
Like a ghost I cannot free,
captured inescapably.
Even in memory its power possesses me,
but breath comes only from face.
The face is the presence, the companion of soul.
At some moment these must be the ingredients.
For me this is now.
Lord God of earth and heaven,
May your love haunt me
and your presence never release me.
~JLB
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2008.12.20
What emotion could taunt me so,
to blur the page beneath my eyes?
What centuries hidden life lingers
in these words to grasp my heart?
All emptiness and longing, all death,
and broken despair rocks cold
and melts: ice to this fire.
Is it flame that touches me?
is it truth? These words that stir my soul
and make my heart resound?
Is it song that sings unbroken within me,
sounded from a simple page?
What is this that revives me so,
when even my skin betrays me,
and blood shows through its cracks?
Love, my God! Pure love!
When life is lifeless love lives on;
when death is painless love still cries,
and its embers lie poised for me
in the blackness of the ink on the page
and I burn when i find them.
But when your breath reaches this fire...
even blackness begins to glow.
Heat from everywhere,
and tongues of flame their own contagion.
What love could linger, yet spread like light?
What power could possibly halt, or other solace stand?
Like a ghost I cannot free,
captured inescapably.
Even in memory its power possesses me,
but breath comes only from face.
The face is the presence, the companion of soul.
At some moment these must be the ingredients.
For me this is now.
Lord God of earth and heaven,
May your love haunt me
and your presence never release me.
~JLB
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20081216
Eyes || 2008.12.16
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Eyes
I am myself damaged
a vessel of death, and broken
And I feel a presence
and raise my head
The eyes are fearsome
yet full of love, stirring all i am
They strengthen my creation
charging all I should be
while melting dullness
through all of my evil
I cannot turn away
I am captured: all I am
Fire I feel coursing through me
terror like the approach of an army
Yet beauty! I am undone.
Golden walls at sunset
Eternity floods upon us
and somehow we are alone
I know not the world
my curse, my damage, my death
As though taken suddenly
with my death left behind
And I know Love
His Eyes are before me
And I know beauty
As long as He sees
And I have lost what I was
for what I now am
My breath and my life
His eyes turn not from me
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Eyes
I am myself damaged
a vessel of death, and broken
And I feel a presence
and raise my head
The eyes are fearsome
yet full of love, stirring all i am
They strengthen my creation
charging all I should be
while melting dullness
through all of my evil
I cannot turn away
I am captured: all I am
Fire I feel coursing through me
terror like the approach of an army
Yet beauty! I am undone.
Golden walls at sunset
Eternity floods upon us
and somehow we are alone
I know not the world
my curse, my damage, my death
As though taken suddenly
with my death left behind
And I know Love
His Eyes are before me
And I know beauty
As long as He sees
And I have lost what I was
for what I now am
My breath and my life
His eyes turn not from me
~JLB
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2008.12.15
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2008 dec 15
Who can stand on a mountaintop
and scream all praise to you, Lord
Who can appreciate the unseen
and worship at your feet
Thank you for the breath
that fills my lungs
and the blood
running in my veins
And though my body lives
as death to itself
thank you
for loving me
Let the stillness of mountain wind
interrupt with your praises
Let us pause from all ponderings
to worship at your feet
let the poisons of this life
press us into you
Let all creation yearn
to know you as we do
yearn-
to meet you the way we do
Let all creation bow
you love us
like no other
and let creation sing
for I am yours
~JLB
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2008 dec 15
Who can stand on a mountaintop
and scream all praise to you, Lord
Who can appreciate the unseen
and worship at your feet
Thank you for the breath
that fills my lungs
and the blood
running in my veins
And though my body lives
as death to itself
thank you
for loving me
Let the stillness of mountain wind
interrupt with your praises
Let us pause from all ponderings
to worship at your feet
let the poisons of this life
press us into you
Let all creation yearn
to know you as we do
yearn-
to meet you the way we do
Let all creation bow
you love us
like no other
and let creation sing
for I am yours
~JLB
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20081211
20081209
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20081209
His breath is offers of Life...
Lord let me taste your fragrance again
...in perceiving your beauty
it doesn't so much overwhelm
Like struggling blind
- I hear music, still feel music
but it isn't carry me away.
I feel across realms still
but its less of a song
and more of a ghost
and closing my eyes...
there is missing, the absence of force
So I must seek again
Care of matters fill the mind once focused
and I lay waiting for dawn
But that's not whats important
It shouldn't be anyhow
Not when there was Death then Life
Not when separation can melt
Because Way has been made
Not when Death is made captive
And grace is poured out
Magnificent thing - His breath onto mine
Paint the dawn colors
Birth ice into the fantasy of its crystals
And raise life to winter flowers
All praise be to you God
All glory to your name
All wonders melt in reverence
Flowing down to lesser things.
How in silence do you glory?
How in thunder is great song?
Teach my heart your Holy reverence
Teach my soul your ways.
~JLB
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20081209
His breath is offers of Life...
Lord let me taste your fragrance again
...in perceiving your beauty
it doesn't so much overwhelm
Like struggling blind
- I hear music, still feel music
but it isn't carry me away.
I feel across realms still
but its less of a song
and more of a ghost
and closing my eyes...
there is missing, the absence of force
So I must seek again
Care of matters fill the mind once focused
and I lay waiting for dawn
But that's not whats important
It shouldn't be anyhow
Not when there was Death then Life
Not when separation can melt
Because Way has been made
Not when Death is made captive
And grace is poured out
Magnificent thing - His breath onto mine
Paint the dawn colors
Birth ice into the fantasy of its crystals
And raise life to winter flowers
All praise be to you God
All glory to your name
All wonders melt in reverence
Flowing down to lesser things.
How in silence do you glory?
How in thunder is great song?
Teach my heart your Holy reverence
Teach my soul your ways.
~JLB
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20081130
sing out your name || 20081130
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sing out your name || 20081130
when earth's achievements all crumble
and her sun finally dies
when your love alone is all that remains
may my voice be the chorus that sings out your name
And your love sustain me
to sing out your name
and your breath sustain me
to sing out your name
your love the power
to sing out your name
and i hear your whisper
as i sing out your name
when darkness surrounds me
or light fills my way
turn my face to the sky and my hope to your love
hear the stars as they burn to shimmer your fame
creation is longing
and yearning to hear
forever one love forever one thing
the universe clamors for one single aim
to sing out your name
to sing out your name
from the letters of my heart
where your name is alive
to the palms of your hands
where my name has been scribed
how more can i love you
how much more can i bear
my light is your eyes
and my hope is all wonder as i sing out your name
I can sing no more
my voice hangs in my throat
your name floats on my lips
but my voice is a whisper as i breathe your name
simply a whisper
for there is no end
all crowns down, all worship, to whisper your name
to my king all honor as i sing your name
~JLB
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sing out your name || 20081130
when earth's achievements all crumble
and her sun finally dies
when your love alone is all that remains
may my voice be the chorus that sings out your name
And your love sustain me
to sing out your name
and your breath sustain me
to sing out your name
your love the power
to sing out your name
and i hear your whisper
as i sing out your name
when darkness surrounds me
or light fills my way
turn my face to the sky and my hope to your love
hear the stars as they burn to shimmer your fame
creation is longing
and yearning to hear
forever one love forever one thing
the universe clamors for one single aim
to sing out your name
to sing out your name
from the letters of my heart
where your name is alive
to the palms of your hands
where my name has been scribed
how more can i love you
how much more can i bear
my light is your eyes
and my hope is all wonder as i sing out your name
I can sing no more
my voice hangs in my throat
your name floats on my lips
but my voice is a whisper as i breathe your name
simply a whisper
for there is no end
all crowns down, all worship, to whisper your name
to my king all honor as i sing your name
~JLB
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20081126
Desperation
When humanity reaches a state just beyond desire
it becomes desperation.
We will abandon much, sometimes all
to reach what we are desperate for.
it becomes desperation.
We will abandon much, sometimes all
to reach what we are desperate for.
20081122
Who has your heart || 20082111
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Who has your heart? 4:42 PM 11/21/2008
When the best you had is lost
and your treasure is all gone,
who has your heart?
If your tears draw lines
through the smoke that was your life,
who has your heart?
When you stood atop all glamour
and fortune was your fame,
who has your heart?
When your whim ruled the realm
and your fingers were command,
who has your heart?
When you held fighting,
fire raining 'round and rocks crumbling away,
who has your heart?
Was your heart crushed
when dawn rose over ruin,
and death was your stead
and blood your only armor?
Who has your heart?
To whom can you call?
Who loves the broken?
And who wants the lost?
Does He have your heart?
or do you sway in the wind?
Do you break when you fall?
Does He pick you up again?
Does He wield your sword?
and stand as your champion?
Does He shake your earth?
Does He have your heart?
Does He have your heart?
Does He have your heart?
~JLB
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Who has your heart? 4:42 PM 11/21/2008
When the best you had is lost
and your treasure is all gone,
who has your heart?
If your tears draw lines
through the smoke that was your life,
who has your heart?
When you stood atop all glamour
and fortune was your fame,
who has your heart?
When your whim ruled the realm
and your fingers were command,
who has your heart?
When you held fighting,
fire raining 'round and rocks crumbling away,
who has your heart?
Was your heart crushed
when dawn rose over ruin,
and death was your stead
and blood your only armor?
Who has your heart?
To whom can you call?
Who loves the broken?
And who wants the lost?
Does He have your heart?
or do you sway in the wind?
Do you break when you fall?
Does He pick you up again?
Does He wield your sword?
and stand as your champion?
Does He shake your earth?
Does He have your heart?
Does He have your heart?
Does He have your heart?
~JLB
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20081120
Heaven || 20081115
Heaven || 20081115
It may be that we lack a grip on the reality of heaven
or maybe not.
We think of mansions and gold
and think of questions for those who went before
We joke about the gates
and forget to remember the King
When you enter a city
where the palace stands,
there is a hill, or the palace stands tall.
Always a reminder that the king lives here
No matter how glorious the city itself
the palace is always beyond better.
So why is this not in our mind of heaven?
Why is the palace never there,
and our thoughts never for our King?
In my vision of heaven,
I'll speak to no-one at the gate,
I'll need no directions for where i want to go:
It can be seen from anywhere there.
I'll run through the streets not caring
if they are stone, or metal or glass,
I'll run to the doors of the palace,
and knock until they open.
I'll rush through the first hall,
past the next doorway into the chamber beyond.
And I'll pause at the splendor
until The King, My King, says my name.
And I'll look at his face, and then fall to mine.
And Worship with those already in the room.
For mansions won't matter,
nor streets, or the gates.
And questions will vanish
when I face The King.
I'll look no-where else,
and humble all i have.
So we don't know much of heaven
except its explosions on earth.
The moments of worship...
the rapture of mere instants
when we touch the Lord.
~JLB
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It may be that we lack a grip on the reality of heaven
or maybe not.
We think of mansions and gold
and think of questions for those who went before
We joke about the gates
and forget to remember the King
When you enter a city
where the palace stands,
there is a hill, or the palace stands tall.
Always a reminder that the king lives here
No matter how glorious the city itself
the palace is always beyond better.
So why is this not in our mind of heaven?
Why is the palace never there,
and our thoughts never for our King?
In my vision of heaven,
I'll speak to no-one at the gate,
I'll need no directions for where i want to go:
It can be seen from anywhere there.
I'll run through the streets not caring
if they are stone, or metal or glass,
I'll run to the doors of the palace,
and knock until they open.
I'll rush through the first hall,
past the next doorway into the chamber beyond.
And I'll pause at the splendor
until The King, My King, says my name.
And I'll look at his face, and then fall to mine.
And Worship with those already in the room.
For mansions won't matter,
nor streets, or the gates.
And questions will vanish
when I face The King.
I'll look no-where else,
and humble all i have.
So we don't know much of heaven
except its explosions on earth.
The moments of worship...
the rapture of mere instants
when we touch the Lord.
~JLB
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20081114
incompleted
"Do you hear me?
keep your eyes on my harvest,
my servants will watch over you.
When you thirst, drink what they have drawn."
"I love you, child
you will never see
all I have saved you from
Hang on every line
for next breath may cease.
Like a script in hand
and the end already written
but not yet read.
What has the author
set for today?
keep your eyes on my harvest,
my servants will watch over you.
When you thirst, drink what they have drawn."
"I love you, child
you will never see
all I have saved you from
Hang on every line
for next breath may cease.
Like a script in hand
and the end already written
but not yet read.
What has the author
set for today?
20081114
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I thirst deeply for you
bring your presence fast upon me
your face, your glory
I die without it
I thirst as to death
and dryness stiffens me
give my to drink of your spirit
light fades from my eyes
I need your touch
Come like the dawn
lighten darkness to grey
then grow colour and light
until the world is filled
Come like a shower
from a cloudless sky
gently stealing the parchedness
gently refreshing the air
Come like the wind
that makes the trees praise
and whispers the chimes
strung from the branches
Come like the snow
which blankets the world in the night
so the morning is clean
and the sound is silenced
In awe of your way
let me drink you in
let me thirst no longer
let me be revived
make my heart your kingdom
and my passion your throne
make your love my heart
and your heart my realm
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I thirst deeply for you
bring your presence fast upon me
your face, your glory
I die without it
I thirst as to death
and dryness stiffens me
give my to drink of your spirit
light fades from my eyes
I need your touch
Come like the dawn
lighten darkness to grey
then grow colour and light
until the world is filled
Come like a shower
from a cloudless sky
gently stealing the parchedness
gently refreshing the air
Come like the wind
that makes the trees praise
and whispers the chimes
strung from the branches
Come like the snow
which blankets the world in the night
so the morning is clean
and the sound is silenced
In awe of your way
let me drink you in
let me thirst no longer
let me be revived
make my heart your kingdom
and my passion your throne
make your love my heart
and your heart my realm
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20081112
Supremacy of Beauty
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Supremacy of Beauty 2008.11.11
There is only one beauty in human form: the mirroring or focusing into visibility the heart of God Himself.
In this all beauty is imminent.
Nature shows forms
-tokens of true beauty
humanity easily deviates
but beauty is desired-
sometimes despised from emptiness in pursuit
But beauty, real beauty
can only be found beyond the shortcomings
of this realm we possess.
Lord, we ask for the vision of pure beauty
let our lives be patterned in its likeness
our thoughts exist only in its fulness
our love inseparably intwined in its passion...
Let our hearts be set on You,
our eyes the illumination of your thoughts
our hands the fingerprints of your action...
Cure us of the hypocrisy birthed from the struggle within
consume our every moment
with the reality of your love -
the Supremacy of your beauty...
Let our existence be of you and for you
and nothing left of our strengths or our weaknesses
to harbor the evilness we can create without you.
Bring your presence to this earth
and make us to be your vessels...
Let us to know you with the strength of Enoch,
but take us not away
let us be your breath
your wind which moves the trees,
rolls the dunes
and shapes the mountains...
Let your love rise like the tide
carrying us to the dry places
and leave us not alone when the pools recede
Make your spirit come out from us
and water the land where your tide seldom touches...
Be the world to us
and make us you to the world
And make your Beauty evident
show us your love more strongly than death.
~JLB
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Supremacy of Beauty 2008.11.11
There is only one beauty in human form: the mirroring or focusing into visibility the heart of God Himself.
In this all beauty is imminent.
Nature shows forms
-tokens of true beauty
humanity easily deviates
but beauty is desired-
sometimes despised from emptiness in pursuit
But beauty, real beauty
can only be found beyond the shortcomings
of this realm we possess.
Lord, we ask for the vision of pure beauty
let our lives be patterned in its likeness
our thoughts exist only in its fulness
our love inseparably intwined in its passion...
Let our hearts be set on You,
our eyes the illumination of your thoughts
our hands the fingerprints of your action...
Cure us of the hypocrisy birthed from the struggle within
consume our every moment
with the reality of your love -
the Supremacy of your beauty...
Let our existence be of you and for you
and nothing left of our strengths or our weaknesses
to harbor the evilness we can create without you.
Bring your presence to this earth
and make us to be your vessels...
Let us to know you with the strength of Enoch,
but take us not away
let us be your breath
your wind which moves the trees,
rolls the dunes
and shapes the mountains...
Let your love rise like the tide
carrying us to the dry places
and leave us not alone when the pools recede
Make your spirit come out from us
and water the land where your tide seldom touches...
Be the world to us
and make us you to the world
And make your Beauty evident
show us your love more strongly than death.
~JLB
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20081109
Sin
So, thinking the other day:
Sin, by definition via linguistic source, is "missing the mark." So if we wanted to quantify sin, we would need to define "the mark." The Apostle Paul's extensive discussion in Romans would indicate that the "law" is functional in this consideration, but not relevant due to the redemption we have through the atonement of our Savior's death and subsequent resurrection. More scripture... or attempt at such. My bible software has only the "King James" and "Septuagint" versions loaded. This is taking longer...
Ok, that was quick. [Since you get this all in milliseconds] But consider this: Jesus was marked /for/ our sin. If "the mark" is that mark, missing that mark would be missing Jesus, who is our redemption. Based on this logic (even though it is somewhat circular - a point of debatable relevance if God exists outside of time), it could be said that sin is being absent of/from Jesus.
Apart from Jesus, redemption is impossible and you would be lost to sin. With Jesus exists redemption, and sin becomes irrelevant. Functionally this could be evidence of the validity of the point I attempted to make using a circular logic flow.
So this was an idea that was cool at the time, but needs more research to validate. So I will do that when I get the time, unless someone else can do it convincingly for me.
-side note: the irrelevance of sin has scriptural evidence but that is a long topic of much debate that I may go on about later sometime. Sufficiently, if we apply the statement to final end result it is (in actuality) correct, even though much can be said in all directions about getting there. Again, please read Romans.-
Sin, by definition via linguistic source, is "missing the mark." So if we wanted to quantify sin, we would need to define "the mark." The Apostle Paul's extensive discussion in Romans would indicate that the "law" is functional in this consideration, but not relevant due to the redemption we have through the atonement of our Savior's death and subsequent resurrection. More scripture... or attempt at such. My bible software has only the "King James" and "Septuagint" versions loaded. This is taking longer...
Ok, that was quick. [Since you get this all in milliseconds] But consider this: Jesus was marked /for/ our sin. If "the mark" is that mark, missing that mark would be missing Jesus, who is our redemption. Based on this logic (even though it is somewhat circular - a point of debatable relevance if God exists outside of time), it could be said that sin is being absent of/from Jesus.
Apart from Jesus, redemption is impossible and you would be lost to sin. With Jesus exists redemption, and sin becomes irrelevant. Functionally this could be evidence of the validity of the point I attempted to make using a circular logic flow.
So this was an idea that was cool at the time, but needs more research to validate. So I will do that when I get the time, unless someone else can do it convincingly for me.
-side note: the irrelevance of sin has scriptural evidence but that is a long topic of much debate that I may go on about later sometime. Sufficiently, if we apply the statement to final end result it is (in actuality) correct, even though much can be said in all directions about getting there. Again, please read Romans.-
20081108
Summary
So there is now a large number of posts in a short period of time. These are things i have written, and have been encouraged to share, and i will [hopefully] maintain this manner of distribution, unless i get some contract for doing it some other way. So read, enjoy, get saved. All over again.
2008.10.09
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2008.Oct.09
2008.Nov.06
I am not pheonix, though I live from my ashes
I am not a ghost, though I supercede the temporal
I am alive and the veil thins
I smell the spirit as worship floods
The veil is torn, come enter
His presence, His Glory
His life out to us
Breathe God in, breathe out praise
Make this life His sanctuary
Make my whims only the Passions of His heart
Make my breath His heartbeat
And my love, His face
Lord transplant my heart,
I can't live without yours
There is hunger in every breath
And desparation in all my being
~JLB
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2008.Oct.09
2008.Nov.06
I am not pheonix, though I live from my ashes
I am not a ghost, though I supercede the temporal
I am alive and the veil thins
I smell the spirit as worship floods
The veil is torn, come enter
His presence, His Glory
His life out to us
Breathe God in, breathe out praise
Make this life His sanctuary
Make my whims only the Passions of His heart
Make my breath His heartbeat
And my love, His face
Lord transplant my heart,
I can't live without yours
There is hunger in every breath
And desparation in all my being
~JLB
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2008.11.06
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2008.Nov.06
My King is a jealous lover
His passion draws me
He'll have my heart know no other
My eyes for nothing else
His hands are scarred for mine
Now mine can be only His
My face to gently turn toward His
Our eyes to lock
with this lovers gaze
He pulls me to Him
With His arms embraces me
He works my way, establishing my paths
Ever He is before me
Now is He inescapable
-now reality's frame
All is He, everything
And He is my lover
And I am His
~JLB
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2008.Nov.06
My King is a jealous lover
His passion draws me
He'll have my heart know no other
My eyes for nothing else
His hands are scarred for mine
Now mine can be only His
My face to gently turn toward His
Our eyes to lock
with this lovers gaze
He pulls me to Him
With His arms embraces me
He works my way, establishing my paths
Ever He is before me
Now is He inescapable
-now reality's frame
All is He, everything
And He is my lover
And I am His
~JLB
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2008.10.30
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2008.Oct.30
And I said just once,
God, I want to hear you say your name.
Then I felt awe as a wind washed through me
Praise rose up as I couldn't search for words
As I felt cool morning on my skin, He said
"All life is through me."
"Yes, but your name-" I asked again, hoping only
for Encounter; the desire of closeness edging over the want of voice.
And I breathed deeply praise, songs of beauty filling my mind
as the magnificence of divine workmanship sings its own song.
I hear the sounds of creation surround me
Let all creation praise The Name I've not yet heard
let all creation yearn - for of creation, the Master speaks to me.
I am His child. He touches the earth, and blows on the trees
but my heart is His home: He loves me.
By breathing I magnify, by singing I glorify
by living I praise.
Let my life be a worship, and my heart be a song
let my love be a fire unendingly strong.
Let my words all be incense and my life be a forge,
And let creation follow me to the presence of the Lord.
My King lives wanting, straining for creation's voice
to call as created, for love to be restored,
So I am the flute He will use to say His Name.
His breath through my hollowness resonates,
His hands shape the sounds.
Creation hears the tones - responds
I am made His Glory and the pursuit of His face
This place is of Him, my purpose is to Him
If death cannot praise I see why there is life.
~JLB
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2008.Oct.30
And I said just once,
God, I want to hear you say your name.
Then I felt awe as a wind washed through me
Praise rose up as I couldn't search for words
As I felt cool morning on my skin, He said
"All life is through me."
"Yes, but your name-" I asked again, hoping only
for Encounter; the desire of closeness edging over the want of voice.
And I breathed deeply praise, songs of beauty filling my mind
as the magnificence of divine workmanship sings its own song.
I hear the sounds of creation surround me
Let all creation praise The Name I've not yet heard
let all creation yearn - for of creation, the Master speaks to me.
I am His child. He touches the earth, and blows on the trees
but my heart is His home: He loves me.
By breathing I magnify, by singing I glorify
by living I praise.
Let my life be a worship, and my heart be a song
let my love be a fire unendingly strong.
Let my words all be incense and my life be a forge,
And let creation follow me to the presence of the Lord.
My King lives wanting, straining for creation's voice
to call as created, for love to be restored,
So I am the flute He will use to say His Name.
His breath through my hollowness resonates,
His hands shape the sounds.
Creation hears the tones - responds
I am made His Glory and the pursuit of His face
This place is of Him, my purpose is to Him
If death cannot praise I see why there is life.
~JLB
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Worshipful Desires of Reality || 2008.11.04
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Worshipful Desires of Reality
9:14 PM 11/4/2008
Haunt me with your breath
let your fragrance pursue the filaments of my life
let every beat of my heart burst for yours
let my breath fail
and leave all hope a vapor
let only you be with me
let your Presence fashion the only light that enters my eyes
let your touch deaden all else away
And let me be lost into you
Let me rapture upon your wings
...That those who love you could only see through the thinness
this mist-of-world that surrounds
Could see the reality
- the Dark, the Light
the frightening spectres of the war which rages
and the servant guardians who serve the true throne.
That those who seek you could find wholly the Love of my King
-a Majesty who would die for the commonly broken unholy.
And all of man could see heaven dance
when a single soul returns...
That we would worship in fullness
and praise with all passion
Imagining nothing, for we stand at your throne.
carry our lies away
and purify us clean,
make us worthy of service
To a King so Holy
and His Love so enfolding
~JLB
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Worshipful Desires of Reality
9:14 PM 11/4/2008
Haunt me with your breath
let your fragrance pursue the filaments of my life
let every beat of my heart burst for yours
let my breath fail
and leave all hope a vapor
let only you be with me
let your Presence fashion the only light that enters my eyes
let your touch deaden all else away
And let me be lost into you
Let me rapture upon your wings
...That those who love you could only see through the thinness
this mist-of-world that surrounds
Could see the reality
- the Dark, the Light
the frightening spectres of the war which rages
and the servant guardians who serve the true throne.
That those who seek you could find wholly the Love of my King
-a Majesty who would die for the commonly broken unholy.
And all of man could see heaven dance
when a single soul returns...
That we would worship in fullness
and praise with all passion
Imagining nothing, for we stand at your throne.
carry our lies away
and purify us clean,
make us worthy of service
To a King so Holy
and His Love so enfolding
~JLB
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2008.09.06
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20080906
God rules in total fullness
Is it possible for man to turn from God's face?
The answer is yes, but not once you've been there.
Burning runs deep when you walk face into fire
It burns the edges of the hole God put in every life
and it stops the hurting but the hunger remains
Except you feel it now - and you know that you need Him
When He is there you are whole and when He is not
inside you burns
And it smoulders for His breath, His song to erupt
and burn again in worship.
~JLB
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20080906
God rules in total fullness
Is it possible for man to turn from God's face?
The answer is yes, but not once you've been there.
Burning runs deep when you walk face into fire
It burns the edges of the hole God put in every life
and it stops the hurting but the hunger remains
Except you feel it now - and you know that you need Him
When He is there you are whole and when He is not
inside you burns
And it smoulders for His breath, His song to erupt
and burn again in worship.
~JLB
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Cloak || 1999.11.10
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Cloak
-1/9911104.20
Immortality is my cloak
The Light of Glory is my Hope
Amid fiery splendor and brilliant color
The final end turns to the coming of the Lord
In roaring thunder the sky turns to ribbons
Like a rising tide creation worships in reverence
In bright golden splendour the Lord of Glory comes down
And the broken, torn sky flashes like heaven's own crown
Then clear trumpet blasts flow out over the world
Calling all to worship with their lives and their words
My cloak trails behind me as I walk into each day
My cloak twirls, enfolding, as I dance the Lord's way
Forever is to short to be with my Lord
So begin and start now, and live beyond this painned world
And so the earth crumbles beneath me
As the sky tumbles from overhead
Like ants the men flee as the rocks crush them all dead
All the while I live forever in Love
More closer to God, more fuller above
The Immortal God I must wear through each day
And let His immortal hands simply carry me away.
-JB
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Cloak
-1/9911104.20
Immortality is my cloak
The Light of Glory is my Hope
Amid fiery splendor and brilliant color
The final end turns to the coming of the Lord
In roaring thunder the sky turns to ribbons
Like a rising tide creation worships in reverence
In bright golden splendour the Lord of Glory comes down
And the broken, torn sky flashes like heaven's own crown
Then clear trumpet blasts flow out over the world
Calling all to worship with their lives and their words
My cloak trails behind me as I walk into each day
My cloak twirls, enfolding, as I dance the Lord's way
Forever is to short to be with my Lord
So begin and start now, and live beyond this painned world
And so the earth crumbles beneath me
As the sky tumbles from overhead
Like ants the men flee as the rocks crush them all dead
All the while I live forever in Love
More closer to God, more fuller above
The Immortal God I must wear through each day
And let His immortal hands simply carry me away.
-JB
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Facedown || 2008.10.18
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facedown
PM 10/18/2008
When I am struck down
God Himself stands in my stead
I, in failure fall flat to my face
And my savior takes arms to stand in my place
Though bodily lost
the battle stands won
I on my face
Surround me, One Presence alone
Eternity - my face awaits
To magnify worship
I am lost forever
and nothing haunts the more
My face to floor
Eternally grateful,
-worship-
I fear nothing
In my failure He stands
When I am crushed He rises
He: all that is left
and I, only in Him
In Awesomeness, fury
Breathlessness - Encounter
I fear only my champion
And burn by His love
all around melts away
only left is His face
And He picks me up
He is armor to me now
In His Glory He rises
In His splendor, my King
Here Time stands still
This... is Eternity.
~JLB
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facedown
PM 10/18/2008
When I am struck down
God Himself stands in my stead
I, in failure fall flat to my face
And my savior takes arms to stand in my place
Though bodily lost
the battle stands won
I on my face
Surround me, One Presence alone
Eternity - my face awaits
To magnify worship
I am lost forever
and nothing haunts the more
My face to floor
Eternally grateful,
-worship-
I fear nothing
In my failure He stands
When I am crushed He rises
He: all that is left
and I, only in Him
In Awesomeness, fury
Breathlessness - Encounter
I fear only my champion
And burn by His love
all around melts away
only left is His face
And He picks me up
He is armor to me now
In His Glory He rises
In His splendor, my King
Here Time stands still
This... is Eternity.
~JLB
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2007.05.16
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20070516302
Blood from the wounds of the One savior crucified
drip down, land splash on my hellbent form
and there's searing, steaming, and writhing away
as shackles and mancles and casts melt shrink and squirm
the hardened shapes that held fast my way
shrink from the power dripping out from my Lord
gory spectacle, my beaten king
yet victory still, for from molten ashes rises
new purchased me, bloodsplattered, adopted, glorified
Now my King rises, the Resurrected Divine
Eternal Lord and by choice mine
Glory like flame, and kisses so sweet
unveil pure love
Hands, Feet, Face reflect Him
show the Glory heart force
of the blood that redeemed
~JLB
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20070516302
Blood from the wounds of the One savior crucified
drip down, land splash on my hellbent form
and there's searing, steaming, and writhing away
as shackles and mancles and casts melt shrink and squirm
the hardened shapes that held fast my way
shrink from the power dripping out from my Lord
gory spectacle, my beaten king
yet victory still, for from molten ashes rises
new purchased me, bloodsplattered, adopted, glorified
Now my King rises, the Resurrected Divine
Eternal Lord and by choice mine
Glory like flame, and kisses so sweet
unveil pure love
Hands, Feet, Face reflect Him
show the Glory heart force
of the blood that redeemed
~JLB
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Heavenstore || 2003.08.31
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8:31 PM 8/31/03
heavenstore [title10/28/2008]
I found a room where the rainclouds are in store
and lightning bolts are piled in a corner
across from a silver vat where fresh morning dew is kept
and rainbow's clay is waiting for the artistry of its former
from the closet thunder echos up and down the castle steps
and quietly i look, for i haven't found Him yet
In the dark before the dawn i search
for my Lover and my Master
in the glow from the walls of His home
i earnestly seek His face
I find Him on a ledge overlooking the world
beginning to paint the sky
A smile He turns to me, throwing colours wide
With a shout He starts the sun and draws me to His eyes
I see the dawn reflect His hair
as the sky bright fire-lights
And His eyes glow bright
so the stars shine on
and so the morning is born today
The night melts away like ice before rain
and I see my Lover's face again
His heart flows love
His hands redemption
from beneath a cross He raised me above
to life again, to life and love
So I search Him out
to wake the dawn
and the sky glows again
as He brings me along
~JLB
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8:31 PM 8/31/03
heavenstore [title10/28/2008]
I found a room where the rainclouds are in store
and lightning bolts are piled in a corner
across from a silver vat where fresh morning dew is kept
and rainbow's clay is waiting for the artistry of its former
from the closet thunder echos up and down the castle steps
and quietly i look, for i haven't found Him yet
In the dark before the dawn i search
for my Lover and my Master
in the glow from the walls of His home
i earnestly seek His face
I find Him on a ledge overlooking the world
beginning to paint the sky
A smile He turns to me, throwing colours wide
With a shout He starts the sun and draws me to His eyes
I see the dawn reflect His hair
as the sky bright fire-lights
And His eyes glow bright
so the stars shine on
and so the morning is born today
The night melts away like ice before rain
and I see my Lover's face again
His heart flows love
His hands redemption
from beneath a cross He raised me above
to life again, to life and love
So I search Him out
to wake the dawn
and the sky glows again
as He brings me along
~JLB
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Starlight || 1999.08.22
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Starlight
Scintillate,scintillate, big bright star
God lets us wonder for what you are
Flaming gasball in the deep night sky
Reminder to us of His Love so wide
Endlessly flowing much faster than light
In the dead of the night with noonday's bright
To light our hearts, to heal our sin
To draw us more closer, more closer to Him.
Brightness still coming as flames dot the sky
Hearts filled with wonder to compose out life's why
Symphony of light sings the praises of Hashem[His NAME]
The lights of the sky ring the Glory of Him
Silence is not golden, let rocks sing out loud
Golden sharp blasts trumpet over the crowd
Creation assembles - Voices cry praise
The Creator descends - Glory flowing in waves
To live life together as a man and wife
The Great God so Holy and the Bride of The Christ
Together forever enraptured by Love
Intensely seeking His intimate touch
Living on His footstool, we wait at His feet
For the set wedding day of the One Complete
We wait and we watch, we praise and we sing
As His stars all around us in the night sky gleam.
-jlb
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-1/99082901
Starlight
Scintillate,scintillate, big bright star
God lets us wonder for what you are
Flaming gasball in the deep night sky
Reminder to us of His Love so wide
Endlessly flowing much faster than light
In the dead of the night with noonday's bright
To light our hearts, to heal our sin
To draw us more closer, more closer to Him.
Brightness still coming as flames dot the sky
Hearts filled with wonder to compose out life's why
Symphony of light sings the praises of Hashem[His NAME]
The lights of the sky ring the Glory of Him
Silence is not golden, let rocks sing out loud
Golden sharp blasts trumpet over the crowd
Creation assembles - Voices cry praise
The Creator descends - Glory flowing in waves
To live life together as a man and wife
The Great God so Holy and the Bride of The Christ
Together forever enraptured by Love
Intensely seeking His intimate touch
Living on His footstool, we wait at His feet
For the set wedding day of the One Complete
We wait and we watch, we praise and we sing
As His stars all around us in the night sky gleam.
-jlb
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2008.10.24
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When the world collapses
and leaves you holding fistfuls of sand
Who is left to hold to?
My king, my creator
My Savior my friend
Who turns sand into glass
in crystaline wonder
Who shines light into darkness
and binds life together
who holds sun and moon
and stars and weather
who cares of my state
who is the hope of my life
My King, my Creator, my Friend
my Redeemer.
~JLB
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When the world collapses
and leaves you holding fistfuls of sand
Who is left to hold to?
My king, my creator
My Savior my friend
Who turns sand into glass
in crystaline wonder
Who shines light into darkness
and binds life together
who holds sun and moon
and stars and weather
who cares of my state
who is the hope of my life
My King, my Creator, my Friend
my Redeemer.
~JLB
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2008.09.27
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20080907
You can't force God to abandon you
You can't force His love away
Death is its sign and immortality its endurance
Only by ignorance can you beleive there is escape
In brokenness it is craved, and in wholeness it is needed
in death innescapable and by life undeniable
He Loves me and that is what matters
~JLB
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20080907
You can't force God to abandon you
You can't force His love away
Death is its sign and immortality its endurance
Only by ignorance can you beleive there is escape
In brokenness it is craved, and in wholeness it is needed
in death innescapable and by life undeniable
He Loves me and that is what matters
~JLB
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2008.08.23
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11:28 AM 8/23/2008
how can we exist without your love
can we possibly sustain life without projecting source and purpose
what merit remotely exists of our own empty signatures
we see our shortfalls and suffer lack
allowing our emptyness to embitter our vision
our brokenness to erode our bodies
holding to constructs and structures and words
never abandoning our ruinous foundations
that God blueprinted to be fortified lighthouses: our lives
Pour upon us, oh God
Teach us not your words, but your heart
stitch us into you and melt our shards together
forge our scrambled bits into tools of your love
and polish our faces into lenses projecting you
The storm is rising, lash us fast to thee
purge us from ourselves and wash us to your feet
let our ruins be washed away, oh let the water come
though I cannot hope for strength your spirit-surge fills my form
The water threatens crush me while like a ghost I rise
the world's pallour fades as I become alive
Who can boast in life eternal-
for want of love it would be but curse
but death itself in love is a lost power
and breath suspends at my beloved's gaze
and my beloved looks at me
It is not fright which stops my heart
and starts it again in earnest
It is not fear that casts me down
to kneal upon His feet
It is love,
my soul and heart burn bright
It is light
His gaze is in my eyes
Kings and their warroirs
drop their weapons in awe
while the earth and sky tremble
when words ring insufficient
passionate songs all seem empty
and all colour seems grey
for my Savior, He loves me
with matchless overwhelming
the brokenness melted - the pools reflect Him
His projections of glory engulf my senses
His colours are splendor and splatter the air
while my rapture waits for nothing
I don't really care
for He loves me
and thats all that matters
He loves me truely
His love is divine.
--
~JLB
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11:28 AM 8/23/2008
how can we exist without your love
can we possibly sustain life without projecting source and purpose
what merit remotely exists of our own empty signatures
we see our shortfalls and suffer lack
allowing our emptyness to embitter our vision
our brokenness to erode our bodies
holding to constructs and structures and words
never abandoning our ruinous foundations
that God blueprinted to be fortified lighthouses: our lives
Pour upon us, oh God
Teach us not your words, but your heart
stitch us into you and melt our shards together
forge our scrambled bits into tools of your love
and polish our faces into lenses projecting you
The storm is rising, lash us fast to thee
purge us from ourselves and wash us to your feet
let our ruins be washed away, oh let the water come
though I cannot hope for strength your spirit-surge fills my form
The water threatens crush me while like a ghost I rise
the world's pallour fades as I become alive
Who can boast in life eternal-
for want of love it would be but curse
but death itself in love is a lost power
and breath suspends at my beloved's gaze
and my beloved looks at me
It is not fright which stops my heart
and starts it again in earnest
It is not fear that casts me down
to kneal upon His feet
It is love,
my soul and heart burn bright
It is light
His gaze is in my eyes
Kings and their warroirs
drop their weapons in awe
while the earth and sky tremble
when words ring insufficient
passionate songs all seem empty
and all colour seems grey
for my Savior, He loves me
with matchless overwhelming
the brokenness melted - the pools reflect Him
His projections of glory engulf my senses
His colours are splendor and splatter the air
while my rapture waits for nothing
I don't really care
for He loves me
and thats all that matters
He loves me truely
His love is divine.
--
~JLB
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From Your Love ||
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...from your love...
Lord I will never fall from your love
before i fell for you, you had fallen for me
the most gruesome of falling that love's ever seen
till my hate-drenched soul crashed down 'neath your feet
your blood filled my hands as i cried and you died
and there you hung nailed to the tree and in love
and love in your beauty when i cried out for death
wrapped your warm arms around me as i sobbed for my breath
heart waits heavy and sings joy and songs
touched by glory it is your love
the happy-less suffering and the pain every day
temporal eternal your love is the way
lord i will never fall from your love
before i fell for you you had fallen for me
~JLB
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...from your love...
Lord I will never fall from your love
before i fell for you, you had fallen for me
the most gruesome of falling that love's ever seen
till my hate-drenched soul crashed down 'neath your feet
your blood filled my hands as i cried and you died
and there you hung nailed to the tree and in love
and love in your beauty when i cried out for death
wrapped your warm arms around me as i sobbed for my breath
heart waits heavy and sings joy and songs
touched by glory it is your love
the happy-less suffering and the pain every day
temporal eternal your love is the way
lord i will never fall from your love
before i fell for you you had fallen for me
~JLB
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Worship || 2007.09.16
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12:28 AM 9/16/2007
worship
worship is the moment
that belongs forever to my Lord
Worship is the love song
i sing beneath my breath
Worship is the way
to learn the Savior's heart
worship is the awe
that makes God's servants bow
and worship is the strength
of endurance for my every hour
~JLB
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12:28 AM 9/16/2007
worship
worship is the moment
that belongs forever to my Lord
Worship is the love song
i sing beneath my breath
Worship is the way
to learn the Savior's heart
worship is the awe
that makes God's servants bow
and worship is the strength
of endurance for my every hour
~JLB
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Creator of the Morning || 2000.05.18
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Creator of the Morning
0/0005185.2441
The creator of the morning turns on the dawn each day and the sky blazes fire
as the sun paints a crack at the horizon of the dark of the night.
Good Morning, Creator,
My life's sustainer.
Glory your name, Earth Maker, Sky Tamer,
Your hands hold the breeze,
Your words lift the sun,
Your heart heats my want to seek you,
until our hearts beat as one.
And you hold up the day
so all should sing you praise,
and you paint night so lightly
so your seekers lives melt to your face.
And when dawn and sunset smears,
your name you scrawl across the heavens.
signed unspeakable, so clearly legible,
so undenyably you, so undenyably wonderful.
Then with lightning the sun
blazes over the skyline,
and a new day has begun,
as my life is embraced by the Most Holy One.
JLB
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Creator of the Morning
0/0005185.2441
The creator of the morning turns on the dawn each day and the sky blazes fire
as the sun paints a crack at the horizon of the dark of the night.
Good Morning, Creator,
My life's sustainer.
Glory your name, Earth Maker, Sky Tamer,
Your hands hold the breeze,
Your words lift the sun,
Your heart heats my want to seek you,
until our hearts beat as one.
And you hold up the day
so all should sing you praise,
and you paint night so lightly
so your seekers lives melt to your face.
And when dawn and sunset smears,
your name you scrawl across the heavens.
signed unspeakable, so clearly legible,
so undenyably you, so undenyably wonderful.
Then with lightning the sun
blazes over the skyline,
and a new day has begun,
as my life is embraced by the Most Holy One.
JLB
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Heartbreak || 2004.07.30
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30 July 2004
Heartbreak
I formed you as a child
Bourne you for a bride
and your backs now turned
my love for you lies empty
upon my open arms
Return, child; i love you
return and be my bride
My heart carries
the burden for your soul
look to my eyes
i long to pull you to my face
and breathe, breathe on you
resurrect your life
look to me
would i shake the earth?
write my name across the sky?
i don't want to show you
i want to know you
to feel your glory
whisper worship to my name
~JLB
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Heartbreak
I formed you as a child
Bourne you for a bride
and your backs now turned
my love for you lies empty
upon my open arms
Return, child; i love you
return and be my bride
My heart carries
the burden for your soul
look to my eyes
i long to pull you to my face
and breathe, breathe on you
resurrect your life
look to me
would i shake the earth?
write my name across the sky?
i don't want to show you
i want to know you
to feel your glory
whisper worship to my name
~JLB
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Grey Sun || 2003.07.15
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0307115
GreySun
When my dawn-sun shines grey
My strength's heartsong sees only One
Night's bright stars
Fade dreary to day
And the town bells ring hollow
While darkbright color fades away
Dream to escape
So vivid so real
Now how hollow is this
All color is shallow
How real dream true
This woken life endless shadow
And I wake when I sleep
On the saphire sea before His throne
And Worship cries within me
Wings make wind all around
Like lightning fire flows
And songs from my lips explode
Like water all noise
Thunder voices praise Holy
Worthy the One
To all power given
And all revered things
Bow all living - the King is Worthy
So shine on grey sun: the Dawn awaits
~JLB
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0307115
GreySun
When my dawn-sun shines grey
My strength's heartsong sees only One
Night's bright stars
Fade dreary to day
And the town bells ring hollow
While darkbright color fades away
Dream to escape
So vivid so real
Now how hollow is this
All color is shallow
How real dream true
This woken life endless shadow
And I wake when I sleep
On the saphire sea before His throne
And Worship cries within me
Wings make wind all around
Like lightning fire flows
And songs from my lips explode
Like water all noise
Thunder voices praise Holy
Worthy the One
To all power given
And all revered things
Bow all living - the King is Worthy
So shine on grey sun: the Dawn awaits
~JLB
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Salvation || 2001.01.07
Computers! gotta love em. Well, you don't [i don't], but they seem to be here to stay. Again, i'm not editing the data translation issue in the file. It is readable, you just have to ignore the "† ". It is curious though, why only some things have this issue.
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Salvation
† Question speeds around me, everyone stands screaming.
† † † what will happen when we die?
† The small, small children never stop and wonder,
† † † "Is God alive?"
† One thing I desire
† † † For one thing I was formed
† Hands born empty so they can bring
† † † Glory to the immutable GOD.
† The plan for the ultimate,
† † † the sustaining of man.
† Salvation: Redemption eternal
† † † and blood spilled out to cleanse sin from our hands
† then the sin filled the strategy
† † † and GOD himself hung on the tree
† held in a deathgrip
† † † by the things of my own undoing.
† This was the only way
† † † the Perfect work was done
† this was the plan's beginning
† † † the death of GOD the SON.
† Hung suspended
† † † between our world and HIS
† Redemption dripped down
† † † Scarlet Crimson blood-red flood annihilate my sin
† Salvation:
† † † the desparate cry of man undone
† Salvation:
† † † ineradicable divine conception
† The perfect work
† † † in culmination
† And I see the sky
† † † at the day's eruption
† my heart face the clouds
† † † of the Glorious Thundering Potency
† HIS voice call my name
† † † HIS hand reach for my frame
† tremble in fear
† † † I unworthy mitpin
† But I am raised:
†
† † † † † † † † † † † † Salvation
† † † † The Perfect Work still being done.
†
∑JB 0101071.11
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Salvation
† Question speeds around me, everyone stands screaming.
† † † what will happen when we die?
† The small, small children never stop and wonder,
† † † "Is God alive?"
† One thing I desire
† † † For one thing I was formed
† Hands born empty so they can bring
† † † Glory to the immutable GOD.
† The plan for the ultimate,
† † † the sustaining of man.
† Salvation: Redemption eternal
† † † and blood spilled out to cleanse sin from our hands
† then the sin filled the strategy
† † † and GOD himself hung on the tree
† held in a deathgrip
† † † by the things of my own undoing.
† This was the only way
† † † the Perfect work was done
† this was the plan's beginning
† † † the death of GOD the SON.
† Hung suspended
† † † between our world and HIS
† Redemption dripped down
† † † Scarlet Crimson blood-red flood annihilate my sin
† Salvation:
† † † the desparate cry of man undone
† Salvation:
† † † ineradicable divine conception
† The perfect work
† † † in culmination
† And I see the sky
† † † at the day's eruption
† my heart face the clouds
† † † of the Glorious Thundering Potency
† HIS voice call my name
† † † HIS hand reach for my frame
† tremble in fear
† † † I unworthy mitpin
† But I am raised:
†
† † † † † † † † † † † † Salvation
† † † † The Perfect Work still being done.
†
∑JB 0101071.11
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Simple Answers || 2001.08.05
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0108051.09
Simple Answers
'There are no simple answers.'
a blatant lie
There is only one answer
Completely Simple, even a child can comprehend
Wonderfully complex, all science cannot reasonably explain
Jesus is the answer for today
He is fully the answer in every way
Can you feel his whisper
or see his wonderous face?
Can you hear his footsteps
as closer draws the way?
Glorify Him
Call out His Holy Name
Holiness is in His arms
and Glory in His Face
Cleansing Strength
Surrender all you are
Melt away and shine as the sun
the Kingdom is come of the Risen One
Sing Praises to God
every day and night
Wake the dawn each day with wonder and praises
With the Heavens declare His Glory
by night sing with the song He sings you
rejoice He prepared the light of the sun
in sacrifice sanctified every chosen one
Bless the Lord
He endures forever
Bless His Name
He Lives eternal
His fire burn
and focus across everything
the world tremble
and the skys quake
proclaim His majesty
and seek His Face
There is One
Only One and no other
Your friendship desired
your surrender required
become nothing
and you will become all
realize the wonderful height
from there, mankind's hideous fall
now be gathered and be healed
made whole and return
taken up and held close
face to face with the only answer
loving face to restored face
dancing whole in the arms of the savior
~JLB
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0108051.09
Simple Answers
'There are no simple answers.'
a blatant lie
There is only one answer
Completely Simple, even a child can comprehend
Wonderfully complex, all science cannot reasonably explain
Jesus is the answer for today
He is fully the answer in every way
Can you feel his whisper
or see his wonderous face?
Can you hear his footsteps
as closer draws the way?
Glorify Him
Call out His Holy Name
Holiness is in His arms
and Glory in His Face
Cleansing Strength
Surrender all you are
Melt away and shine as the sun
the Kingdom is come of the Risen One
Sing Praises to God
every day and night
Wake the dawn each day with wonder and praises
With the Heavens declare His Glory
by night sing with the song He sings you
rejoice He prepared the light of the sun
in sacrifice sanctified every chosen one
Bless the Lord
He endures forever
Bless His Name
He Lives eternal
His fire burn
and focus across everything
the world tremble
and the skys quake
proclaim His majesty
and seek His Face
There is One
Only One and no other
Your friendship desired
your surrender required
become nothing
and you will become all
realize the wonderful height
from there, mankind's hideous fall
now be gathered and be healed
made whole and return
taken up and held close
face to face with the only answer
loving face to restored face
dancing whole in the arms of the savior
~JLB
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2000.09.06
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9064.19
Stumble heavily down, drawn by the savior's Love
Such damaging suffering seen and found my hands holding His blood
Hear the river running Life water to make me clean
Stagger for the river behind me I feel delirium
Into the river I try to wade
Expertly slip-stumble and land flat on my face
Into Heaven's Mercy I sploosh sprawl
And the water streams through me
Startled suddenly immersed, my breath cry out
Then settle serene
Sustained by His arms, river washes sins away
Teach carefully, swimming in His Love's raving flow
Grateful at last to be truly free
Worship and seeking more closely ever His Holy Face
Holy so Holy, Originator Almighty, far
so far from a hill and dying on a bloody tree
Now Glorious and Radiant
The Brilliant King over All
~JLB
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9064.19
Stumble heavily down, drawn by the savior's Love
Such damaging suffering seen and found my hands holding His blood
Hear the river running Life water to make me clean
Stagger for the river behind me I feel delirium
Into the river I try to wade
Expertly slip-stumble and land flat on my face
Into Heaven's Mercy I sploosh sprawl
And the water streams through me
Startled suddenly immersed, my breath cry out
Then settle serene
Sustained by His arms, river washes sins away
Teach carefully, swimming in His Love's raving flow
Grateful at last to be truly free
Worship and seeking more closely ever His Holy Face
Holy so Holy, Originator Almighty, far
so far from a hill and dying on a bloody tree
Now Glorious and Radiant
The Brilliant King over All
~JLB
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Lost at Sea || 2000.04.07
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Lost at Sea
0/0004076.20
Lord Your Love is like the ocean
And my shore I'm feeling needs a tidal wave
Unsettle completely and flood deep in You
Your Love slowly rising, as the sun does each day
Then hurl these boats to the tops of the trees
Tear this world away and drag me out to sea
Waves tower over me, I can't get away
The wind splashes me as waves break over my head
So the ocean surrounds me and I'm covered completely
Forever lost in Love so deeply
And when calm returns and I wade to the shallows
The ocean sticks and clings and remains in my clothes
So some boats remain in the tops of the trees
And with the rounds of the moon the tide comes from the sea
And the memory remains: I'm still lost at sea
Seeming to breathe air, but the ocean's deep within me.
JLB
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Lost at Sea
0/0004076.20
Lord Your Love is like the ocean
And my shore I'm feeling needs a tidal wave
Unsettle completely and flood deep in You
Your Love slowly rising, as the sun does each day
Then hurl these boats to the tops of the trees
Tear this world away and drag me out to sea
Waves tower over me, I can't get away
The wind splashes me as waves break over my head
So the ocean surrounds me and I'm covered completely
Forever lost in Love so deeply
And when calm returns and I wade to the shallows
The ocean sticks and clings and remains in my clothes
So some boats remain in the tops of the trees
And with the rounds of the moon the tide comes from the sea
And the memory remains: I'm still lost at sea
Seeming to breathe air, but the ocean's deep within me.
JLB
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"untitled" || 2000.03.06
Do to some difference in the hex interpretation between mac and PC text files and the default software for dealing with them, the "Tab" spacing in this has been converted to the oldschool "t" shape that was once used to draw borders in UI, back when DOS was cool and lines on your screen were considered fancy. Now if you want to do this you need to load AAlib and cross it with your graphics/render driver for video output. Whatever. I'm not editing it because i don't feel like it - the spacing is preserved and the visuals of the preservation are not my fault.
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0/0003062.20
Prepare the way of the Lord
†††††† ~ His way is my heart
Make His paths straight
†††††† ~ My life is to be straight and steadfast before Him
His paths straight in the wilderness
†††††† ~ My heart straight to Him
†††††† ††† as the world's barren ambitions
†††††† ††† and futile escapades surround me
And let His Light shine in the darkness
†††††† ~ More brilliant, more perfect,
†††††† ††† Shine on, Dear Sweet Lord,
†††††† ††† Light my way, wonderful salvation,
†††††† ††† as I earnestly seek to be held
†††††† ††† tight in your expansive embrace,
†††††† ††† so wonderfully close to you,
†††††† ††† Face to face.
~JLB
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0/0003062.20
Prepare the way of the Lord
†††††† ~ His way is my heart
Make His paths straight
†††††† ~ My life is to be straight and steadfast before Him
His paths straight in the wilderness
†††††† ~ My heart straight to Him
†††††† ††† as the world's barren ambitions
†††††† ††† and futile escapades surround me
And let His Light shine in the darkness
†††††† ~ More brilliant, more perfect,
†††††† ††† Shine on, Dear Sweet Lord,
†††††† ††† Light my way, wonderful salvation,
†††††† ††† as I earnestly seek to be held
†††††† ††† tight in your expansive embrace,
†††††† ††† so wonderfully close to you,
†††††† ††† Face to face.
~JLB
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Just Clothes || 1999.11.17
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Just Clothes
-1/9911174.20
-1/9911196.20
I am a garment, I tell you it's true
Fashioned in Salvation for Destiny I'm due
Woven as a tapestry with pictures to show
the Love of our Father and wonderous wonders retold
Step by step as the Garment of God
Taylored to fit the design of the Lord
The garment of Love to be worn by the Light
Fitted securely over splendor and glowing wonderfully bright
And by some point of perfection where we are imperfect and only thinly cover
the brightness inside glows more brightly outside
More completely seen and more completely spread
to our destiny around us and whatever situations surround us
The strength to our weekness , the vision when all is blindness
The Life that fills inside us
As we are only just clothes
~JLB
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Just Clothes
-1/9911174.20
-1/9911196.20
I am a garment, I tell you it's true
Fashioned in Salvation for Destiny I'm due
Woven as a tapestry with pictures to show
the Love of our Father and wonderous wonders retold
Step by step as the Garment of God
Taylored to fit the design of the Lord
The garment of Love to be worn by the Light
Fitted securely over splendor and glowing wonderfully bright
And by some point of perfection where we are imperfect and only thinly cover
the brightness inside glows more brightly outside
More completely seen and more completely spread
to our destiny around us and whatever situations surround us
The strength to our weekness , the vision when all is blindness
The Life that fills inside us
As we are only just clothes
~JLB
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Life has No Meaning || 1999.10.15
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Life has No Meaning
-1/9910156.21
Life has no meaning
Lifs has only purpose
In this purpose only can life be satisfied
Filling this purpose only does life feel complete
Proclaim Glory to God
Its the purpose of life
Bring Glory to God for His life brought to us
Praise and Glory to God
As the strong turn to dust
The mighty all tremble
and fools are most somber
And the rightous fall prostrate
At God's Glorious Wonders
Hills melt at His Presence
And His Glory flows out
Shining and glistening, like a molten gold river
Spraying light into the sky as it spins, and dances about
And the glorious King readies
For soon He steps foreward
Soon His feet meet with the earth
"His Coming!," trumpets annouce, "Here is the Lord!"
And then in His city
His Glory lights the way
No darkness be seen
His Glory makes all into day
His city's made of stones
The stones praise Him forever
And the stones are us, now see
By Him we fit together
We are living stones
Reflecting His great Glory
Our life's purpose is to lift Him up
And proclaim His Glory for He is Wonderfully Holy.
-JLB
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Life has No Meaning
-1/9910156.21
Life has no meaning
Lifs has only purpose
In this purpose only can life be satisfied
Filling this purpose only does life feel complete
Proclaim Glory to God
Its the purpose of life
Bring Glory to God for His life brought to us
Praise and Glory to God
As the strong turn to dust
The mighty all tremble
and fools are most somber
And the rightous fall prostrate
At God's Glorious Wonders
Hills melt at His Presence
And His Glory flows out
Shining and glistening, like a molten gold river
Spraying light into the sky as it spins, and dances about
And the glorious King readies
For soon He steps foreward
Soon His feet meet with the earth
"His Coming!," trumpets annouce, "Here is the Lord!"
And then in His city
His Glory lights the way
No darkness be seen
His Glory makes all into day
His city's made of stones
The stones praise Him forever
And the stones are us, now see
By Him we fit together
We are living stones
Reflecting His great Glory
Our life's purpose is to lift Him up
And proclaim His Glory for He is Wonderfully Holy.
-JLB
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The Meaning of Life || 1999.08.01
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-1/9908011 The Meaning of Life
The Heart of God, so whole and complete
as I watch it is beating, spreading life
but as I look, names are written there
my name, my very own name is there
a part of the Heart of God
as I watch, I see my friends names
each more appearant as He longs for us,
our worship, our lives.
His hands created us, His breath sustains us,
His heart beats with longing for ours
He reaches for us, we reach for Him
our grasp begins to touch, and we wish to go closer
closer to Him and Him to us, our hearts warm intensely
at this moment we burn to be One
we begin to melt, begin to glow
as purity bonds to purity
the impurity blackens and erupts
as Fire engulfs it, and pain flashes
as we realize we lost something we thouhgt was us.
Do I let go? or cling tighter
pull closer, sink deeper into His Heart of Hearts?
Such a question. What a choice.
It is truth, it is life itself.
Life is nothing else, and no other choice
affects the essence of life as it is lived.
Life without this question
is the life of a stone, a chair, a tire, or a deceaseed rodent.
Choose.
~JLB
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-1/9908011 The Meaning of Life
The Heart of God, so whole and complete
as I watch it is beating, spreading life
but as I look, names are written there
my name, my very own name is there
a part of the Heart of God
as I watch, I see my friends names
each more appearant as He longs for us,
our worship, our lives.
His hands created us, His breath sustains us,
His heart beats with longing for ours
He reaches for us, we reach for Him
our grasp begins to touch, and we wish to go closer
closer to Him and Him to us, our hearts warm intensely
at this moment we burn to be One
we begin to melt, begin to glow
as purity bonds to purity
the impurity blackens and erupts
as Fire engulfs it, and pain flashes
as we realize we lost something we thouhgt was us.
Do I let go? or cling tighter
pull closer, sink deeper into His Heart of Hearts?
Such a question. What a choice.
It is truth, it is life itself.
Life is nothing else, and no other choice
affects the essence of life as it is lived.
Life without this question
is the life of a stone, a chair, a tire, or a deceaseed rodent.
Choose.
~JLB
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Precious || 1994.09.26
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9/26/94
Precious
Though not much of a child
you are precious as one
And closely I watch you
to keep you from harm
Life I gave to you
through the Life of my Son
When you are hurt and cry
you can run to my arms
Peace dwells with me
and rest in my wings
Precious, I force nothing to you
decide your way
I wait for you
with my arms wide open
I cannot forget you
My Son's blood is token
of the Love that I am
and the earnestness I feel
for your return
Come home, Precious
I stand with the door open
looking for you
to come trudging up the road
Give me your burden
you stagger beneath the load
I give to you peace
and the restoration that your soul so needs
Give me your hand, my Precious,
and come on home.
~JLB
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9/26/94
Precious
Though not much of a child
you are precious as one
And closely I watch you
to keep you from harm
Life I gave to you
through the Life of my Son
When you are hurt and cry
you can run to my arms
Peace dwells with me
and rest in my wings
Precious, I force nothing to you
decide your way
I wait for you
with my arms wide open
I cannot forget you
My Son's blood is token
of the Love that I am
and the earnestness I feel
for your return
Come home, Precious
I stand with the door open
looking for you
to come trudging up the road
Give me your burden
you stagger beneath the load
I give to you peace
and the restoration that your soul so needs
Give me your hand, my Precious,
and come on home.
~JLB
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Friend || 1993.06.26
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Friend 6/26/93
Dear Lord I need you
There's so much I can't do
Help me be content, even with my fractures and flaws
Lord, help me abide by your laws
I ask for your strength, for I need it so dearly
I can't carry on, this world makes me so weary
I can barely even hope
Though hope is the future
I see no humor in life's negative joke
By negligence, it seems to be teeming out,
streaming through the seams
They who my heart deems so dear
seem to leave me out on a limb,
victim of my own wounded whim
Dark clouds close my mind from what I think I know
Even friends can make life seem cold
I seem to have lost the little I love so much
It may not be true, but it seems as such
If I could read the enigma of a mind I don't know
and trust someone enough that I could pour out
and show my heart, my thoughts that are buried within
I wish for, quite simply, a friend
I thought I knew my Lord, the God that created all
I accepted Him as He was revealed to me
But I know nearly mothing at all
He is bigger than I can possibly imagine
His Love is deeper than a finite existance can possibly fathom
I knew so little about my dearest and closest friend
Who will still be there, even after everything ends.
His Love is what carries me on
It is He who makes me so fond of others
And He who wakes the dawn
He brings the Son into our lives
And the Light into our eyes
And shows me the way to carry on.
~JLB
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Friend 6/26/93
Dear Lord I need you
There's so much I can't do
Help me be content, even with my fractures and flaws
Lord, help me abide by your laws
I ask for your strength, for I need it so dearly
I can't carry on, this world makes me so weary
I can barely even hope
Though hope is the future
I see no humor in life's negative joke
By negligence, it seems to be teeming out,
streaming through the seams
They who my heart deems so dear
seem to leave me out on a limb,
victim of my own wounded whim
Dark clouds close my mind from what I think I know
Even friends can make life seem cold
I seem to have lost the little I love so much
It may not be true, but it seems as such
If I could read the enigma of a mind I don't know
and trust someone enough that I could pour out
and show my heart, my thoughts that are buried within
I wish for, quite simply, a friend
I thought I knew my Lord, the God that created all
I accepted Him as He was revealed to me
But I know nearly mothing at all
He is bigger than I can possibly imagine
His Love is deeper than a finite existance can possibly fathom
I knew so little about my dearest and closest friend
Who will still be there, even after everything ends.
His Love is what carries me on
It is He who makes me so fond of others
And He who wakes the dawn
He brings the Son into our lives
And the Light into our eyes
And shows me the way to carry on.
~JLB
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Oh, to Soar where Eagles Fly || 1993.01.25
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Oh, to Soar where Eagles Fly 1/25/93
J. Bokelman
Oh, to soar where eagles fly,
To climb higher than the sky.
The sky is falling beneath my feet,
The earth trembles
In its foundation's seat.
It falls apart, to the left and right, and all around,
But I soar above,
The Wings I've found.
The wings of the Creator, the wind of the Holy Ghost,
These are all that keep me aloft, in this world without hope.
The wings are that of an eagle, stepping from the cliff.
He steps out to use his wings,
To hear the air on his feathers sing.
The air is hard as granite
Supporting the eagle, while the wings are spread.
But if the wings are furled,
He will fall to destruction, on the earth instead.
Listen close, listen to hear:
Keep your wings in the air,
Keep your eyes on the lord,
Your weakened strength will be renewed.
Wait on the lord,
Serve HaShem with all your strength and might.
Obey His Eternal Word, and you will soar, up to the
Highest Height.
~JLB
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Oh, to Soar where Eagles Fly 1/25/93
J. Bokelman
Oh, to soar where eagles fly,
To climb higher than the sky.
The sky is falling beneath my feet,
The earth trembles
In its foundation's seat.
It falls apart, to the left and right, and all around,
But I soar above,
The Wings I've found.
The wings of the Creator, the wind of the Holy Ghost,
These are all that keep me aloft, in this world without hope.
The wings are that of an eagle, stepping from the cliff.
He steps out to use his wings,
To hear the air on his feathers sing.
The air is hard as granite
Supporting the eagle, while the wings are spread.
But if the wings are furled,
He will fall to destruction, on the earth instead.
Listen close, listen to hear:
Keep your wings in the air,
Keep your eyes on the lord,
Your weakened strength will be renewed.
Wait on the lord,
Serve HaShem with all your strength and might.
Obey His Eternal Word, and you will soar, up to the
Highest Height.
~JLB
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Let Truth || 1996.01.22
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Let Truth - 1996 jan 22
Hopeless, Hopeless, freedom drags on.
Hear it ring, hear it sing
And still it drags on.
Too many choices, a land of infinite possibility;
A purpose and function remaining unseen.
Dreary tomorrow haunts bright today
Dawn only comes so the sun can go away.
A universe expansive,
A single story untold,
A million people lost
as twilight begins to grow.
Why are they here, if they'll never hear pure truth?
How does life unfold, if it's only here to lose?
Hear the distant pounding, thunder of a distant rain
or mortar shells resounding, as people feel pain.
Truth should be carried heavily, because there is a day.
There may be a time for silence, but that time is far away.
Battles rage across our world. Death tolls begin to rise.
There's so many people helpless, as many lose their lives.
There's no escape for us today; Truth still stands tall
It shall never be kept silent, if day still breaks at all.
Loudly tell the world, broadcast to every land
Let Truth be told forever, as long as man still stands.
~JLB
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Let Truth - 1996 jan 22
Hopeless, Hopeless, freedom drags on.
Hear it ring, hear it sing
And still it drags on.
Too many choices, a land of infinite possibility;
A purpose and function remaining unseen.
Dreary tomorrow haunts bright today
Dawn only comes so the sun can go away.
A universe expansive,
A single story untold,
A million people lost
as twilight begins to grow.
Why are they here, if they'll never hear pure truth?
How does life unfold, if it's only here to lose?
Hear the distant pounding, thunder of a distant rain
or mortar shells resounding, as people feel pain.
Truth should be carried heavily, because there is a day.
There may be a time for silence, but that time is far away.
Battles rage across our world. Death tolls begin to rise.
There's so many people helpless, as many lose their lives.
There's no escape for us today; Truth still stands tall
It shall never be kept silent, if day still breaks at all.
Loudly tell the world, broadcast to every land
Let Truth be told forever, as long as man still stands.
~JLB
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Round and Round || 1994.09.18
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9-18-94
Round and Round
Why, why, why
Do I keep on
Where does it go
how does it end
Go, go, go
just to wind up with a stone
over your head
name carved in
An ancient bed
A balance of nothing
I'm tied in
to my part in the chain
Trapped within
my own thousand walls
working to help
a useless cause
Grinding, grinding
wearing me down
Snap in the balance
leaves me free and gone
But never again
a victim of the system
Sunk down
in a bottomless hole
Wishing to leave
but having nowhere to go
Dreaming of beyond
The enumerous points of light
Empty
as the sky
It holds them
far away from me
wall between
distance I can't reach
The outside must reach in
I refuse acknowledge
in what refuses acknowledge mine
Hold to nothing
building what will be lost
unless two hold it
Two know it
Their numbers tell
and finally show
What lives unspoken
What lies unburried
That which never will die.
Love
it grows
Life
inside my soul
Climbing up
to the standard's pinacle
Held together
steady by Love
Strong together
a gift from above
We help one another
two can't fall down
Climb together
On, on and on
We go together
round and round
lost in this thing
on going around
until we see no end
No death exists
Only Love
We found us two
Find this thing
placed deep in God's hands
Held Holy
Held Pure
As all should always be
As was written a thousands years ago
Kadosh
A symbol of all to come
Love of one
Love for another
Love to the death
For the sake of the other
But still above die
All things untrue
Bad things
never
I'm glad
do last forever
Love forever
Love is right
Love is good
This holds us
This lives
On and on
round and around
Love will never die.
~JLB
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9-18-94
Round and Round
Why, why, why
Do I keep on
Where does it go
how does it end
Go, go, go
just to wind up with a stone
over your head
name carved in
An ancient bed
A balance of nothing
I'm tied in
to my part in the chain
Trapped within
my own thousand walls
working to help
a useless cause
Grinding, grinding
wearing me down
Snap in the balance
leaves me free and gone
But never again
a victim of the system
Sunk down
in a bottomless hole
Wishing to leave
but having nowhere to go
Dreaming of beyond
The enumerous points of light
Empty
as the sky
It holds them
far away from me
wall between
distance I can't reach
The outside must reach in
I refuse acknowledge
in what refuses acknowledge mine
Hold to nothing
building what will be lost
unless two hold it
Two know it
Their numbers tell
and finally show
What lives unspoken
What lies unburried
That which never will die.
Love
it grows
Life
inside my soul
Climbing up
to the standard's pinacle
Held together
steady by Love
Strong together
a gift from above
We help one another
two can't fall down
Climb together
On, on and on
We go together
round and round
lost in this thing
on going around
until we see no end
No death exists
Only Love
We found us two
Find this thing
placed deep in God's hands
Held Holy
Held Pure
As all should always be
As was written a thousands years ago
Kadosh
A symbol of all to come
Love of one
Love for another
Love to the death
For the sake of the other
But still above die
All things untrue
Bad things
never
I'm glad
do last forever
Love forever
Love is right
Love is good
This holds us
This lives
On and on
round and around
Love will never die.
~JLB
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Writing
So i have a large collection of things i have written. Some have been shared, some have not, a few recently published in newsletter-type things. I tend to write more in a disconnected state than online, which makes blogging a bit off, since it would consist of transposing whatever sort of journal system is otherwise used into the blog. So its like journaling twice. The only redeeming factor of this is that my alternative method is random scraps of paper [envelopes (used and not), the back of junk mail, napkins, whatever notepad was handy (which is not always mine), normal letter sized paper, text editors, etc.] and a blog provides the collectivism to get it all into one place. So i am going to post a massive amount of data/writings and try to include in the title any title a piece may have along with the origin date.
So this may or may not be successful, but that is what is going on.
20081103
hey - the internet!
Having recently fallen back into the world of internet (a.k.a. have a moment of freetime), i am typing. Recent experiences have been frequently miraculous, like going from a worship service to a streamed prayer meeting [thecall CA] and having the same song going at both. (well, sort of, but the transition was relatively seamless from the perspective of what was playing in my head.)
I have recently been able to get my hands back into music a bit (which i really enjoy), have been writing (on paper mostly), and fighting the never-ending battle against production servers, workstations, the software that is supposed to work with them, and my former laptop. Former because it is now deceased. [Dell d600, way beyond warranty, reduced to blinking the capslock 10 times and PO - not a total loss though, already scavenging bits of it to revive other dysfunctional equipment.]
Had something i wrote published on a college/career group newsletter.
So life is awesome. Except IE, which does not have an integrated spellcheck - even in version 7. I wonder if the 8 beta that is out has it. Firefox has had it for at least the last 2 versions.
I'm going linux or something if i get another laptop. Provided i can connect to a cisco VPN with it. (which shouldn't be a problem, just a minor learning experience. Connecting with a VPN client has /got/ to be easier than setting up a vpn server.
I have recently been able to get my hands back into music a bit (which i really enjoy), have been writing (on paper mostly), and fighting the never-ending battle against production servers, workstations, the software that is supposed to work with them, and my former laptop. Former because it is now deceased. [Dell d600, way beyond warranty, reduced to blinking the capslock 10 times and PO - not a total loss though, already scavenging bits of it to revive other dysfunctional equipment.]
Had something i wrote published on a college/career group newsletter.
So life is awesome. Except IE, which does not have an integrated spellcheck - even in version 7. I wonder if the 8 beta that is out has it. Firefox has had it for at least the last 2 versions.
I'm going linux or something if i get another laptop. Provided i can connect to a cisco VPN with it. (which shouldn't be a problem, just a minor learning experience. Connecting with a VPN client has /got/ to be easier than setting up a vpn server.
20080127
Worship
6:31 AM 1/27/2008 UTC
What is it to worship God? Worship exists only in a moment when everything melts away, and I am left with my lover, when I am His and He is mine. Worship is not music, worship is not song, worship is love.
Love is a moment, and only that. It exists only in the present, for future love is nothing but hope, and past love a memory which is no more. In "On Memory and Reminiscence," Aristotle itterated this with these words, "there is no such thing as memory of the present while present, for the present is object only of perception, and the future, of expectation, but the object of memory is the past."
It seems curious that Aristotle later poses a question, "...what happens in the genesis of memory, [the question stated above arises:] when one remembers, is it this impressed affection that he remembers, or is it the objective thing from which this was derived? If the former, it would follow that we remember nothing which is absent; if the latter, how is it possible that, though perceiving directly only the impression, we remember that absent thing which we do not perceive?"
I will not pretend to have the answer to Aristotle's question, but it begs us to consider it regarding love. If love is a moment, and God is love and we are to exist in Him, a memory cannot be good enough. A memory, however changing or impressing it may be, will fade until we are left only with Aristotle's "absent thing which we do not perceive." If we read on, we find that Aristotle will bring us to realize that a memory is just like a picture: it is not actually the real thing, it is merely a likeness, and an object fully separate from the original moment.
We should live our lives in love with God. And what is love? Love is worship. We should live our lives in worship. For this purpose, a constant present of Presence is sought after in our souls with an undeniable imminence which burns our deepest passions to life. To live without touch is a tomb, to live without love is a crushing burden, to live without worship is only a representation of life.
It is the purpose of human life that worship is granted our God. It is in this that completeness exists, and only in this that the troubles of existence lack relevancy. The dependence of chemical, the inadequacy of our own bodies, the pain of our emotions, our hearts and our souls all made of wax, kissed by love's fire. It is truly a candle to burn by both ends, for the fire is fed by passion - not wax, and the love more real than life and more strong than death. Healing may be found there, but that is not why we go. Peace may reside there, but I must be there to fully know. I step though a door, found most anywhere, and lay before the throne. And my King, He touches me! The King, do you comprehend! The Power, the splendour, the Glory, it all - and he touches me! Moments, and I full to bursting! And it is my desire. It is my love.
-- Aristotle quotes from LIBRARY OF THE FUTURE (R) 4th Edition Ver. 5.0/ Memory and Reminiscence/ Aristotle/ translated by J. I. Beare
What is it to worship God? Worship exists only in a moment when everything melts away, and I am left with my lover, when I am His and He is mine. Worship is not music, worship is not song, worship is love.
Love is a moment, and only that. It exists only in the present, for future love is nothing but hope, and past love a memory which is no more. In "On Memory and Reminiscence," Aristotle itterated this with these words, "there is no such thing as memory of the present while present, for the present is object only of perception, and the future, of expectation, but the object of memory is the past."
It seems curious that Aristotle later poses a question, "...what happens in the genesis of memory, [the question stated above arises:] when one remembers, is it this impressed affection that he remembers, or is it the objective thing from which this was derived? If the former, it would follow that we remember nothing which is absent; if the latter, how is it possible that, though perceiving directly only the impression, we remember that absent thing which we do not perceive?"
I will not pretend to have the answer to Aristotle's question, but it begs us to consider it regarding love. If love is a moment, and God is love and we are to exist in Him, a memory cannot be good enough. A memory, however changing or impressing it may be, will fade until we are left only with Aristotle's "absent thing which we do not perceive." If we read on, we find that Aristotle will bring us to realize that a memory is just like a picture: it is not actually the real thing, it is merely a likeness, and an object fully separate from the original moment.
We should live our lives in love with God. And what is love? Love is worship. We should live our lives in worship. For this purpose, a constant present of Presence is sought after in our souls with an undeniable imminence which burns our deepest passions to life. To live without touch is a tomb, to live without love is a crushing burden, to live without worship is only a representation of life.
It is the purpose of human life that worship is granted our God. It is in this that completeness exists, and only in this that the troubles of existence lack relevancy. The dependence of chemical, the inadequacy of our own bodies, the pain of our emotions, our hearts and our souls all made of wax, kissed by love's fire. It is truly a candle to burn by both ends, for the fire is fed by passion - not wax, and the love more real than life and more strong than death. Healing may be found there, but that is not why we go. Peace may reside there, but I must be there to fully know. I step though a door, found most anywhere, and lay before the throne. And my King, He touches me! The King, do you comprehend! The Power, the splendour, the Glory, it all - and he touches me! Moments, and I full to bursting! And it is my desire. It is my love.
-- Aristotle quotes from LIBRARY OF THE FUTURE (R) 4th Edition Ver. 5.0/ Memory and Reminiscence/ Aristotle/ translated by J. I. Beare
20080124
pirates
Pirates of the Caribbean (the trilogy): the FBI couldn't have produced a better way of saying piracy is wrong. They couldnt have, even if they wanted to or had a chance to have been involved in the fabrication of the tale. Lets review the lessons: 1. Piracy will lead you, at best, to where you started. 2. Piracy destroys those around you, not that you should care since piracy is a glorification of self and nothing more. 3. Piracy isn't profitable, since those who associate with the requisite ideals will dump you out just to expedite their own selves.
However, why did these other lessons get included in the instructional materials: 1. being loyal to love will get you 1 day of fling for 10 years of toil. [seriously, there are things worse than that, but loyalty pays better dividends usually, c'mon] 2. living selflessly and spending your life to help others, including those you /should/ care about (like family) will end you up enslaved to a similar duty for eternity. [There may be truth to spending eternity how you live your life, but is this a gratifying resolution to the question of eternal reward, or slavery. what are we here for anyway? And if the end is dark, it should include Death. Death is granted that we not slave ourselves to our own devices, or those of men more or less evil than ourselves] 3. Deity is indifferent to the struggles of men, even when they have performed some service. [maybe your god is that way... humanist futility is an exemplary alternative? Maybe they should have sacrificed the monkey...] 4. Arming ones self leads to shame and nakedness. [who's stupid? maybe the writers were trying to be funny, but if i am a walking storage of armament, you gonna face Death in his uGly face before you strip me of my dignity. There are things worth saving, and prices too high for peaceful trifling. Soooooo... that may be more than needs said.]
So what redeems this tale? I don't know. Jack the monkey maybe, but wasn't he un-dead in the last episode? did that change or is it Jack the Zombie Monkey forever? If he's still un-dead why didn't someone shoot him. Thats not really funny, but it felt like a gratifying theme of the second installment. I miss it. Ok, thats morbid. Time to correct my viewpoint. Although i guess that being shot from a cannon with your tail on fire is almost close. Creepy Zombie Monkey. Oughta have 'is own movie, but i wouldn't watch it. Maybe they made it already.
So Pirates of the Caribbean isn't on my list of favorites. It seems wrong in message on far too many levels.
However, why did these other lessons get included in the instructional materials: 1. being loyal to love will get you 1 day of fling for 10 years of toil. [seriously, there are things worse than that, but loyalty pays better dividends usually, c'mon] 2. living selflessly and spending your life to help others, including those you /should/ care about (like family) will end you up enslaved to a similar duty for eternity. [There may be truth to spending eternity how you live your life, but is this a gratifying resolution to the question of eternal reward, or slavery. what are we here for anyway? And if the end is dark, it should include Death. Death is granted that we not slave ourselves to our own devices, or those of men more or less evil than ourselves] 3. Deity is indifferent to the struggles of men, even when they have performed some service. [maybe your god is that way... humanist futility is an exemplary alternative? Maybe they should have sacrificed the monkey...] 4. Arming ones self leads to shame and nakedness. [who's stupid? maybe the writers were trying to be funny, but if i am a walking storage of armament, you gonna face Death in his uGly face before you strip me of my dignity. There are things worth saving, and prices too high for peaceful trifling. Soooooo... that may be more than needs said.]
So what redeems this tale? I don't know. Jack the monkey maybe, but wasn't he un-dead in the last episode? did that change or is it Jack the Zombie Monkey forever? If he's still un-dead why didn't someone shoot him. Thats not really funny, but it felt like a gratifying theme of the second installment. I miss it. Ok, thats morbid. Time to correct my viewpoint. Although i guess that being shot from a cannon with your tail on fire is almost close. Creepy Zombie Monkey. Oughta have 'is own movie, but i wouldn't watch it. Maybe they made it already.
So Pirates of the Caribbean isn't on my list of favorites. It seems wrong in message on far too many levels.
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