20090719
Stare at The Son
When you stare into the sun
-all earth becomes shadows.
As so it is when your face is changed
by staring into The Son.
Your eyes see different,
your heart sees more clearly
and your life desires Him.
When you look around to the shadows,
His form is burned into your vision.
His face is before me,
His eyes to never be forgotten,
and Glory breathes.
It catches me, and when I burn
it flows.
And it burns also...
~JLB
20090712
God Has Chosen || 20090711
20090711
God Has Chosen
God loves you as though he has no choice: so completely has He chosen you. It is He Himself who mandates your next breath, and he who makes your heart to a cadence beat. He binds your atoms together, and reconstructs into you your food each day. It is by His breath each mind exists.
It is His will which causes you life, it is His hand which formed you to birth. Think with caution to all matter which is temporal, for we are born for more than this: we were born for eternal encounter.
Why do you think we crave relationship, yet are drawn to the beauty of expansive solitude as is seen from a mountaintop? This paradox illustrates the signature of God upon us. For others the ink is different, but the feeling still the same. We were carved from the earth and made for the void of choice, and in this choice God has chosen. Each one individually God Himself has chosen. His presence exists against you undeniably and unavoidably: He has chosen you!
It is His breath that you first breathed when the fluid drained from your lungs at birth, and it is He who sustained you each moment to this day. God has chosen and waits for you. Eternity is paused while you decide... Chose Love, chose Life. Chose to love Him as though there is no choice - relentlessly love Him, and excel toward His face. Completely chose to breathe His breath, so close to Him to live. You has God chosen, like no other could exist! Desire His encounter!
~JLB
God Has Chosen
God loves you as though he has no choice: so completely has He chosen you. It is He Himself who mandates your next breath, and he who makes your heart to a cadence beat. He binds your atoms together, and reconstructs into you your food each day. It is by His breath each mind exists.
It is His will which causes you life, it is His hand which formed you to birth. Think with caution to all matter which is temporal, for we are born for more than this: we were born for eternal encounter.
Why do you think we crave relationship, yet are drawn to the beauty of expansive solitude as is seen from a mountaintop? This paradox illustrates the signature of God upon us. For others the ink is different, but the feeling still the same. We were carved from the earth and made for the void of choice, and in this choice God has chosen. Each one individually God Himself has chosen. His presence exists against you undeniably and unavoidably: He has chosen you!
It is His breath that you first breathed when the fluid drained from your lungs at birth, and it is He who sustained you each moment to this day. God has chosen and waits for you. Eternity is paused while you decide... Chose Love, chose Life. Chose to love Him as though there is no choice - relentlessly love Him, and excel toward His face. Completely chose to breathe His breath, so close to Him to live. You has God chosen, like no other could exist! Desire His encounter!
~JLB
20090701
Extracted || 20090701
20090701
Extracted
Chosen, called out,
set apart, extracted.
The One we lifted up,
borne up to glory
to draw us up:
salvation.
Lifted Peter
when he stopped walking on water.
Pulled from the waves
to Glory's King.
By whom was this King extracted;
lifted up to death?
By whose force did He hang before us?
Extracted from our midst?
Of us, our detriment,
sin withholding us;
Of God, unremitting righteousness,
The hand of God Himself.
We pushed up, and God reached down.
The savior died, but which way won?
The savior came /down/
so which force won?
Heaven pushed down.
Down and stirred hell itself.
With its return extracted me,
And pulled me close to Glory's King.
The waves no longer matter
for He extracted me.
His arms, they full sustain me,
and His breath, it dries my face.
Glory all be
to the worthy, blessed One,
in majesty He redeems us,
and wraps us tight to Glory's King.
~JLB
Extracted
Chosen, called out,
set apart, extracted.
The One we lifted up,
borne up to glory
to draw us up:
salvation.
Lifted Peter
when he stopped walking on water.
Pulled from the waves
to Glory's King.
By whom was this King extracted;
lifted up to death?
By whose force did He hang before us?
Extracted from our midst?
Of us, our detriment,
sin withholding us;
Of God, unremitting righteousness,
The hand of God Himself.
We pushed up, and God reached down.
The savior died, but which way won?
The savior came /down/
so which force won?
Heaven pushed down.
Down and stirred hell itself.
With its return extracted me,
And pulled me close to Glory's King.
The waves no longer matter
for He extracted me.
His arms, they full sustain me,
and His breath, it dries my face.
Glory all be
to the worthy, blessed One,
in majesty He redeems us,
and wraps us tight to Glory's King.
~JLB
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