Howling…through the inner chambers of the hardened heart and cold mind
Winds of thoughts focused on greed…flesh and tormented brutal plots and plans
As the season of the icy stature turns to face a land of turbulence and trials
Man rules from lofty places within his god forsaken spirit born out of deception
Away with the past…the past is buried and can never return…now is the hour
Breaking under the strain of forces determined to bring all together as one
One…one can never be… for spiritual beings are united through the shedding of Blood
Blood that was pure…holy…and lasts for a life time
Floundering under the pressure of the dead yet the person it is not…
Fallen angels…demonic spirits wanting their full of ignorant souls forced to work
Work so as to be accepted and show their respect for those long gone
See the unseen threats thrown all around…greed for what is not given but will be taken
No life in the spirit …simply a stature of ice walking with feet of clay
Crying…hear the cry of a country that has blood on its hands
Broken; destroyed and dead within; walking; waiting for the season to impact its force
On souls blinded by their own eyes due to refusal of sight…for sight brings pain
Pain in having material gods removed and now they are nothing…worthless
Howling…the icy wind is howling… wrapping itself around the outcome of false rule
Bring back to the throne the one who is and needs to be king
Without his nail pierced hands holding onto a land destroying its own worth
Lies the inevitable outcome of waste…burnt to nothing by the scorching rays of destruction
Howling icy winds render their own sacrifices to gods not given by the only true God
See…precious souls…begin to see through discernment; knowledge and wisdom
Come back and save the land; the nation; the hope of all waiting in the isles.
HIS ALMIGHTY POWER TO DELIVER
He gives us beauty for ashes; the oil of joy for mourning; the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. As children of the Lord; having accepted Jesus Christ as our Lord and Saviour, we are indeed so wonderfully cared for; so graciously loved and never left alone and without. It is one thing to hear of the grace of the Lord but entirely another to experience it for oneself. When we are born again and want to follow after the Lord and step out in faith, bit by bit we will learn and taste that the Lord is good and always true to His Word. The Holy Spirit will lead and guide us and even when we stumble and make mistakes, He still encourages us to go on. What is beauty for ashes? What does it mean to us as individuals? I am sure if you do know the Lord and look back, you will recall the times He saw you through dark moments in your walk. Personally I have been through so many traumatic times; times when I thought it would be impossible to see anything of beauty again in my life. We lived in Cape Town for five years and had been led there by the Lord Himself. I went through one of the darkest moments of my life; mentally; physically and emotionally. So often we make mistakes and u turn when actually we should have continued on the straight highway we were originally on. Due to allowing people in my life that I should have closed the door on, I was thrown into one of the darkest pits ever experienced. Ashes; all became ashes. I was burnt and broken and had reached the point where I was willing to do drastic things in order to be free from this person. To cut to the chase, I saw only disaster; experienced only pain inwardly and physically and the fear was so great that I hardly ever relaxed or slept. No one must know the truth. I hid all things away; put on a brave face and kept on. Praying and praying; actually I talk to the Lord as I do to all other people, I asked for Him to intervene. When things could get no worse, for I was on the edge of a nervous breakdown plus had nearly died in hospital due to the surgeon been intoxicated when he operated on me, the Lord undertook and bit by bit my days of torment and fear were closed down. For a very long time there was no beauty in my world for true beauty comes from within the heart and is not simply those amazing things around you. As healing of my own spirit and soul took place; as fear of various things began to subside so the ashes were blown away by time, love and acceptance of self. Beauty of thought; of hope; of coming to terms with my own human misguided ways; of my surroundings began to flood my inner being once more and I comprehended the unconditional love and power of Jesus my Lord. He truly gives us beauty for ashes.
The oil of joy for mourning; oh Lord, how we all need that oil; that anointing that breaks the yoke. Have you felt that it is impossible to be joyful? Joy though is different, I believe, to feeling happy. We are happy when life is going well; when we receive an unexpected gift that we really wanted etc. It is based on that “good” inner feeling that can last at times only for a short while. Happiness is but for a moment until some other horrible, disliked situation takes place then we are no longer happy. Joy however is one of the fruits of the Spirit and you don’t do anything to force it to work; to be there; it is yours already given by the Lord. My first baby was born at seven months due to my appendix bursting whilst pregnant. The Lord was utterly gracious and spared my life even though the poison went through out my body and damaged organs on its dreadful journey. I had major surgery and the baby and I lived through it although I was still dreadfully ill and never fully recovered. Pain and been in and out of hospital; put in ice to bring my temperature down etc became my life. At seven months Hazel was born naturally even though I was full of new cuts and scars and in agony. No breathing was detected. When she was brought to life we were rushed to a maternity hospital in the ambulance and Hazel had oxygen all the way. She weighed a mere 2 pounds in those days. No incubator was given to her; no nurse or matron covered themselves when dealing with her and my sister had to put her in a hospital bedpan in her small car and take her to the then Children’s hospital. On arrival she stopped breathing. For ten days she survived and grew in the incubator there but choked to death on milk due to no nurse been with her. When I finally fell pregnant years later after operations to fix my body up due to the poison, the Lord showed me that I was having twins. Actually, this word of knowledge came before I fell pregnant. After fainting with pain, bleeding and been so ill yet again, the Dr found one baby was in the tube but growing normally and the other in the womb. He had to remove both and the ovary so I was now worse off then ever. Broken with grief and questions, He flooded my entire being with this most amazing joy. As the oil of joy for mourning enveloped my suffering in all areas, His gentle presence and beautiful love brought calmness and peace to my fragile and delicate body, soul and spirit. No human touch; no human love could heal but His pure oil of joy touched deep down into every part and mourning was forced to bow its knees in submission to the King.
Wrap yourself my dear friend in the garment of praise for in so doing you will experience that the heaviness brought on by worldly situations; by hurts; depression due to circumstances will fade away and in its place peace and faith will once again rise within your heart and spirit. That is impossible you may say but truly it is completely possible and I have seen it to be true in my own life and walk with my Lord. When we accept Him, our spirit is born again but our mind needs to be renewed by His Word. That is why we study; and then see that what He has promised us, we can be, if we allow His grace to fill our hearts. We are no longer in the kingdom of darkness but now we are His children and our kingdom is the kingdom of light where He rules and reigns. Put on the new man and in so doing we will walk in the spirit and not the flesh. When we are in a difficult situation and all we want to do is moan and groan and end up becoming depressed then start, in faith, to praise the Lord. Yes, it is hard for the flesh is weak but as you begin to praise and thank Him for your salvation; your food; your home; your health; your ability to do normal every day things, the Holy Spirit flows through you and you find yourself so grateful; so thankful. His love becomes known even more in that moment and the spirit of heaviness leaves. Take note, it is called a spirit. It is not within you but attacks from the outside. It has attacked you maybe unawares and you may have taken it as your own personal feelings about a given situation. As you praise Him for even the smallest of things so the Word says He inhabits the praises of His people. He is right there even if at first it may not feel like it but we don’t go on what we feel but on what is written.
Thank you precious Lord for undertaking in every area of our lives. We give You all the glory and honour.
Be blessed for you are loved.
There is no other that can save our soul.
There is no other that can make us whole.
No man has the ability to restore and recreate our flesh of sin.
Only His precious pure holy Blood brings newness of life and causes us to run the race and win.
Before the foundation of the world His plan was in order and there was no turning back.
So now it is time to arise as one in Him; forget the past and any unclean vicious attack.
His destiny was determined and He followed it through.
He could have called ten thousand angels yet for us He bore the price; will you not too.
Suffering and pain may be part of your walk but in it all He makes a way.
When least expected He opens new doors; removes the trials and it becomes a brand new day.
Stand on His Word for to you it belongs.
Cast aside all fear; praise Him in faith; sing your melody of love out loud in a glorious heartfelt song.
No man can remove you from His love so give Him your all.
In boldness come into His throne room of grace; you are His and will not fall.
Man has but feet of clay and no power to save.
Knowing all He was to suffer; the pain He had to bear yet willingly all He gave.
Jesus Christ our Lord and our Redeemer; on You we depend.
You are the King of all Kings; the Lord of Lords our gracious wonderful friend.
Tick tock…a soothing everyday sound filling empty spaces all around
Minute by minute a tiny particle of life ends and falls unseen back into the ground
Taken for granted yet given and formed by hands of eternal love
Wasted by strife; greed and seeds planted; now growing to maturity but not from above
Halt the clock; fast forward the time…if only man would awake and see the light of day
Take back what was stolen from the enemy; do it in His strength for our feet are of clay
Run the race set before you; discard not the path for worldly lust and material gain
For in looking back upon the mountain of sin there will only be brokenness and shame
Tick tock…every minute brings with it a moment that can change your destiny forever
Dive into the freshness of the cleansing water bestowed in love; be bold; be clever
One life; one chance; one dream; one hope; one Saviour who gave His all
With amazing grace He paid the price; was broken and torn for the great and the small
See the Father when beholding the Son for they are One in perfect harmony and truth
His grave is empty; He has risen and we are no longer in prison; herein lies the proof
Take hold of the day for now is the hour; hear the sound of the trumpet; victory is won
His life is your life precious and dear soul; He rules forever; unchanging; God’s own Son.
Wounded beyond what words can describe…seething with flames waiting to ignite.
Darkness is falling all around and not one soul is awake…their turmoil is already in sight.
Broken dreams lie scattered along the pathway of promises never delivered.
With poison filling hearts of delusion the tension has just begun.
Songs of victory discarded…anger engulfs the mind…days of hope are gone…the song has been sung.
Destruction is forced into a spirit already burning with greed…hear the call.
Face the reality of a nation lost in sin…hatred awaits those who refuse the beat of the drum…see the signs…watch the fall.
Two can never be one when the gods are of golden idols… death called forth as if alive.
Take back the spirit of repentance…forgiveness of sin…put aside the urge to strive.
Unity lies in the realm of the spirit and not in the way of oneness with a masked face.
Arise from the slumber of passiveness…take hold of the day…as one run the appointed race.
Flames are burning brightly yet no one opens their eyes shut tight by the covering of greed.
A leader…truth and loyalty filling his heart to the plight of man all around…this we do now need.
See the pieces scattered this way and that…lost…so lost has man become.
Darkness is a way of constant struggle…the rays are dim…where is the sun.
Calling…hear the earth…the land under our feet is calling.
Arise with an anticipation of what can be before it is too late and beneath us we discern the falling.
Of mankind in general…our hope destroyed…death at the hands of the spirit of hell.
Clean out the cobwebs…fall on your knees…listen to the tune…take note of the bell.
The train is moving up and down the track with never an end in sight
The past holds firmly onto the mind bringing thoughts of gloom; destroying the light
Hear the sound of repetition drumming through each and every broken door
Yet you hold on and refuse to burn the memories; seemingly wanting more
Let go for in its hands lie the spirit of death and defeat
Nothing will be gained by thinking it through once more for there is no treat
Handed out to your scared inner soul only questions filled with regrets
Torture not your spirit for it was meant to fly and never to fret
Break loose from the bondage that covers and holds back the real you
Rise with dignity; defeat the demons, throw off the old mould and be true
Laugh at what was for the present is yours for the taking
Stand on solid ground of inner victory; it has begun, feel the shaking
Of your very core being been woken from the nightmares of failure and distrust
The shackles of bondage have been discarded; flesh has frozen; gone is lust
Shake yourself and begin the journey of wholeness gained without you even knowing
For wrapped up in self lay the old man; scattered and torn; now your pulse is flowing
Come to the harbour; rest awhile, for the journey has been hard and long
Forget what was; you are free; flying like the eagle; safe and unbelievably strong.
Into the throne room her cry reaches His heart
Moment to moment He is there for within Him she is a part
With power and gentleness mingled in one
He reaches down; brings peace; for He is the Son
Born in a manger yet unknown to mankind
Gave Himself as a sacrifice so as to open the eyes of the blind
Full of compassion, forgiveness and love
Laid down His Deity sent from the Father above
Wipes away all tears of His sons and His daughters
Give Him your whole life not simply a quarter
Salvation and healing promised to us
Rises one and all; never to crush
His presence all around we can surely feel
All else is false; He is for real
Touch the hem of His garment; watch all fall into place
Together we run till we finish the race
Back into glory He arose from the grave
Beckons us with power to walk the new way He gave
No call is unanswered; no prayer goes unheard
His love is complete; He came and He served
Sin forever dealt with; our place was taken
At the appointed time the whole earth was shaken
It is finished; He gave up His power
Redeemed were we that moment; that very hour
Crying……into the pillow so no one can hear. “Where are you mommy and daddy…. don’t you see that I am but a young, innocent girl in need of comfort and protection from silly, uncalled for fears?” In body you are present; but in spirit you are gone; having drifted off into the comforting arms of your trusted friend…. brandy, gin whiskey! Whatever makes you forget the harshness of this world; the guilt pounding your conscience due to unsavoury nights of wife swopping, fighting, lack of money and violence. Eyes glazed over, speech slurred; falling face down into your plate of food. Daddy.. my daddy! Crashing your head, so small and delicate into the edge of the wardrobe; blood….”what do I do?” Your bewilderment stares up at me, an inexperienced girl, only longing for normality like others my age. I want a whole mommy! Lifting you up, cleaning you; my heart racing within my chest. Mommy.. mommy, I love you. I need you. I’m scared! Granny shaking and angry…wrong is right, abnormal becomes normal. So many secrets for fear of outside ridicule. The happy days are like flowers in full bloom; open to the sunshine; blowing gently in the cool breeze; refreshing, without a care. Free. The bad Saturdays, week nights are ominous with waves of dread as to what is coming. One, two ,three, four; no more, please but yes, five drinks at a time. Fighting; threats, drawn gun; picked up and thrown like a rag doll against the wall….men, women. Who are they all?? Learned behaviour, fleeing away in mind and spirit to my safe place. And so the years progress and I gain understanding, for we are all, in some way broken and love overlooks all, but inner scarring is deep within the core of my being. Then He, my Saviour, reaches out and calls me to be His own. The journey of sins forgiven; wounds being healed; shame based spirit being brought out and made anew. A young girl continually made alive deep within, the woman of today. My King, my Heavenly Father, my comforter and teacher; the blessed Holy Spirit. Hope, faith and a journey filled with joy and at times suffering and pain but together, Him and I move on. My Lord, your Lord, our deliverer and healer. “My peace I leave with you.”
Wounds unhealed have a habit of invading ones soul when least expected
They break down the fragile inner being yet were uninvited and not connected
To the moment in time when the hurting spirit was flowing gracefully as free as a bird
Now without warning all comes crashing down and becomes totally absurd
For pain builds flashes of suffering more lofty then it should
And now out of control within the mind the past is completely misunderstood
Healing shows itself to the inner delicate soul as been able to remember without tears
Taking hold of the trauma…gazing intently upon it…but now without any fears
Wounds are what make us even stronger although there may be so many unseen scars
With determination and inward strength we move on and slowly reach for the stars.
Deep within lies a lonely heart…fragile and broken
No one sees the suffering and pain even though he has spoken
To many a soul along life’s journey…yet all were too involved
Crying, the tears were never seen…now he has reinvented himself…he is cast in his own new mould
One moment this…the next that…many new faces appear before eyes that really see
Inwardly in turmoil therefore the outward takes on a different appearance…in this way he can really be
Longing to be stable but the past dictates the future
Catch me is the plea…love and accept me for who I am
Throw me not away…you are needed…begging, do not once again let me hear the slam
Of doors I desire to walk through and become one with you
I am real…maybe not as you hoped for…yet your child, your family, your brother, I love you I do.