Rise Up

You are a mirror, yet you see so deep.
You are truth, you point out every wrong.
But you intrigue and you fascinate.
You do not stand for mild manner integrity,
but strive for holy intimacy.
We are one in the same.
A generation filled with passion.
A fire cool to the touch,
but consuming the world
with the desire the Most High.
Place off these markings of sin you see.
Throw out these doubts and fear which ensnares you.
Pride wishes to entice you.
Lust places traps and snares before you.
You are a target like it or not.
You are the one demons seek to destroy.

You are marked with My love as evidence to all.
For I have marked you with love.
Because this world no longer understands the treasures it hides;
and if they wish not to understand it.
It is passed to the youth.
For they are searching and seeking for love,
and only can you understand the love I have
if you seek with your heart and not your mind.
For your mind will follow your heart.
This generation has been marked.
This generation has been sealed.
This generation has been placed for all to see.
This generation is a target of the enemy.
It is the desire of the enemy to see you fall,
but do not fear or coward away,
for I will protect you.
My only plead is that you'll be weak.
For in your weakness my strenght will be seen.
You are a generation unwilling to be second best.
A generation placed with the desire of perfection.
A generation understanding the heart of worship,
a heart of service, a heart of love, faith, and joy.
The steps placed before you are for each his own.
Each extended with the purpose to glorify Me.
I will not place your foot or in the way which you must go;
for the decision is yours alone to follow Me,
and doubt does not rest in My heart
that their backs will forever turn away
because I chose them.
I chose them as I hung on the cross.
I chose them before they were born.
I chose them while they were drinking.
I chose them while they were smoking.
I chose them while they were lying and deceiving.
I chose him as he lay iin bed with someone who's not meant to be his wife.
I chose her as she forsake her first love for another man.
I chose them in their dishonesty.
I chose them in their shame.
I chose them as I took the nails as consequence for their sins.
Rise up, rise up!
You, generation who strives to be "it".
You, who strive to deny yourselves but are unable.
You, who are humble and unknown bu society.
You, whose pictures line lockers, and your name is known here and there.
You, who have known Me and followed Me always.
I'm calling you.
I'm reaching out to you.
You are the genration of the end times.
You are a generation of prophets and servants.
You are a generation of speakers and actors.
You are a generation of leaders.
And you have been calle dto lead this darkened world;
to lead them from shame and slander and ill minded tempers;
tolead them to truth, to love, tolife, to Me.
Rise up, do not fear!
Stand firm, on your knees.
Let Me use you, let Me use you.
Let Me help with the liberation of your schools.
Let Me rise you upin humility, in love, in My Spirit, and purity.
Now is the time for you to move.
Donot wait for Me to ask you again.
There is no more time tobe wasted.
Now is the time for you to begin.
Watch the arrows of persecution fly by.
See the battles of trials rage in your life
and bow down in thge streams of peace.
For I Am your sustainer and your protector.
Rise for tomorrow is a new day,
and your time has come
to rise those still slumbering
and bring those who are dead into life.

Tonight we ride for the day is coming.
And you, generation of purity,
you will heal in the perfect light.
Do not wait for Him to come.
But rise now that your generation may met Him face to face.
Rise, rise.
And come, follow the way placed before you.

Beautifully Broken

Lord, do you see? Do you the darkness that builds up in me? Do you see the pain that cripples me? Do you hear every tear that streak down my face as I cry in helplessness? Do you feel my sob as I shook in anxiousness, hoping that someone will come and hold me, fragile as I am? But to my dismay found no one near; found no one who could help. Found no one who could ease the pain and calm the storm in me. Lord, how? Lord, how do you put up with this? Why? Lord, why? Why do you let me be pulled in? Why do you allow this paranoia to wound me? Wound me in the deepest part of my being. The very being that, I, myself does not know well. Where are you Lord? Let not coldness envelop me but only the warmth of your peace and love alone.

Oh Lord my days are but vapour, and how I wish that my end would just be a swift. Truly Lord, I must not know you that well. For I can not understand why you would let me be laid broken first, like shattered porcelain, that I may be whole and pure like silver without dross. What am I then Lord that your eyes are on me? Aren’t I like the vapour that runs and hides in the ever changing wind or the dreams that come vaguely and are often forgotten as the sun peeks from the glorious mountain tops that your own hands made? I know that I am nothing, a mere portion of a single pixel in your marvellous masterpiece, but why then Lord must you seek after me as if I was of any worth to you. It doesn’t illuminate the blackness that clouds my mind. Shouldn’t I be the one seeking you? Shouldn’t I be the one celebrating? I am left dumbfounded by your mercy and grace. Is this truly how you love Lord? Then Lord let me understand, reveal yourself to me.

Why do you plan my every step? Why do you care so much? And yet, even though you see the cliff that I may fall from you tell me to walk as the crow flies for your plans are perfect and are unblemished. Oh God, how can I fathom your majesty and how can I question your authority, I clearly have no right. But God though you slay me, yet will I hope in you (Job 13:15). For destruction is not what awaits me at the end of the precipice but absolute freedom, complete and true. And yet am I just deceitful to my own heart and to you by declaring such things; declaring such confidence when I bend lowly in cowardice? I am feeble. Hopeless as I seem, nevertheless my mind still aver that I should hold on to what my mouth declares. You, after all, made it clear that my faith should be never being based on my meagre and unfounded sentiments. God, take my wretched heart then and free me; for I don’t want to be a prisoner of my own doubts and unfaithfulness. Let me not worry on what I fear in front of me or in me but give strength and hold me close, that I may be reminded that you hold my yesterdays, today, and tomorrows.

And God, if reality completely fades, please promise me that you’ll remain my only truth.

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Please, say hello, look deep into my eyes and I will share with you the gripping terror which inhabits me, but it’s not control of the moment minimal, simply from joy penetrating me like the sun in the middle of winter breaking through thick clouds to melt away the chill, but the time has come as I watch it set, surrendering me to the darkness of myself, the one thing, the only thing that I have come to fear. I sit and cling tight to this open thinking letter by letter what words best describe yet could never emphasize these overwhelming feelings; fear, love, hate, peace, grief, desire, contentment, , disbelief, agony, joy, life. Inhaling deep, feeling the detoxification of the air inside, unwilling to let it escape, wondering if I have strength enough to hold it in, or even greater strength to exhale and face the breath before.
The truth being, I contain no strength at all as I breathe repeatedly, unaware but consumed by God, whose strength allows me to live, yet even more desire me to live for him. God the creator, the maker of all, the source of life, the reason of existence, the all seeing, all knowing, all caring, all of everything; God, whom we see in everything around us, as we stare to the stars, stars which were made by His words spoken through nothing, which fit in the very palm of his hands, this God of inexpressible glory, lives in me, desires me, seeks after me. Me a person made from dust, who will return to dust, who, covers myself in the dirt and scum of this world, I, who simply can’t, simply never understand who He really is, He wants me and I am undeserving.
But here I am, forgive me Lord, save me from the punishment of death, save me and love me, but do away with me. For you know and have seen the representation I give your name, hypocritical me. Please do not allow me to hurt you anymore, whatever it takes Lord, let me be anything but a blemish of who you are, though I hesitate in saying such things for I know I am flesh, I am dirt, and I am easily persuaded by the desire of which that surrounds me, but I ask you, save me, love me, direct me; cause me to love you, do not allow me to fall away from you, hold me, I’m yours.