In life

With every breath that we breathe is a breath that you have blessed us with. With every day we see the morning and the setting of the sun because you have gifted us. With these in mind, lord is it your name we speak with the breath of life? Is it your name others hear when we speak? Is it you that is seen when we are before those who know you not? Our lives are a blessing that you have given us.

In my life you are the name spoken. In the home you have provided me with, it is you that dwells in the rooms. In my heart you sit for you have the thrown to it. Mind, body and soul are yours to have and to keep. You are in my home , in my heart, mind, body,and soul for you are with me. How great thou art words I love to speak.you are truth and love. How you shine your grace and mercy upon us. Even in hard times you are with us, that is your promise that you keep. For you are faithful. You are just and forgiving.

I rejoice and praise your name. I humbly bow to you, for I love you. May I be the servant that you want me to be. May I spread your word to others with love. For you have placed your way at our feet and I pray we stay true to it. Why do you love us so much, so much that Jesus has died for us? I love you father please be glorified in all that I do. Praise your holy name

We are the candle, the Lord is the flame!

Just wait and see what is coming my friend your going to see his fire trust me and it is going to be like honey to your soul more than the human body can handle your going to be changed.

Amen. I know I have slipped but the guilt and shame has been lifted and being in the lord's forgiveness and love is such an awesome and wonderful place to be. Allowing Satan to pu a grip on me is not something I want in life, it only leads to destruction and separation from the lord. Blessed be the name of the lord amen

if you are tempted again, resist the temptation and make yourself nothing before him. Bow your heart. Tell Him you love Him. Resisting temptation can be painful. Very likely He will be very close and make you forget the temptation because of His great love for you.

You know I once met a man at walmart while I was in line to pick up my medication at the pharmacy and in the second line was this man whose skin was covered in scars and bruns but even from the distance between us I felt the life of God coming from him.

Actual life itself. Can you imagine what he has been through but yet he was the only person I have ever met who had that.
This my friends is the end results keep going

Very likely what you felt was discernment. It comes from the Holy Spirit. Usually His gifts are for the building up or edifying others or the church. This is a possibility since you don’t know Him: maybe our Master is calling you to pray for Him.

Our Master is very kind and generous. He loves and cares about people greatly. That is why we see the emphasis of caring for people…His heart goes out to them. He can cause us to care and love other people because we have His Spirit and we are like Him.

Yes I have had the gift of discernment but what this man had was different he had acheived something deep with God

I think we are all very unique. He is not far away.

I think there are others that are far closer than I am, but for whatever it’s worth: 1. I have felt the presence of God in worship, and continue to know of this presence sometimes in worship. It doesn’t hurt a bit to worship all the time and with as much focus and love of Him that is within you. Because He is God He decides when He wants to hide himself or make Himself known. We know also that for Christians He lives in us…mostly hidden.

2. In recent years I know something more; yes in worship we can connect with Him, but i discovered He can love us as well in worship (again only when He decides to let us know how greatly He loves us). Not only that He can make His love known to me anywhere or anytime with great pleasure. I never want to see Him recede, but He does. In the times when I don’t sense His presence, I remember and wait and watch for Him, longing for His return.

Another avenue to Him is great suffering (this does not apply to me). The saints thrived the most in Him during times of great suffering. Though this suffering had never happened to me, I can see that the greatness that He is and the pleasure that He is could turn the suffering in to pleasure because He is so powerfully presence.

Knowing greatness of His love for us by itself is comforting!

You are spot on in every way here. sometimes just to sit there and just be loved by him just letting him wrap you in his arms it's warm it's home.

Probably most people think we are odd ducks.

I am an odd duck.,.or worse, but i am His odd duck and he loves me extremely. Much better to be His fool than the enemy’s.

Well it is a special kind of love that is not for everyone it is resided I think for a particular kind of children.

To be able to feel a romantic kind of thing with him without it being wierd that sounds insane to a lot of people but this kind of love is the kind that sends deep after deep sinking into the endless vast ocean of his heart sinking deeper and deeper falling more and more in love with him as you continue to sink

There is an image in my heart that gets me through even the worst of times. After all is said and done at the end of all of this I just see me in the body of a four or five year old just buried in his chest smiling

I don't think it is showing what you responded

I just read your testimony. Certainly few have suffered as you have. A lot of things that seem bad that have happened to you have driven you to be a person that loves Him and you Him.

Compared to you, my life has been a dream. Many of the holy ones had very hard lives and many became martyrs. Maybe my suffering lies in my future, I have no idea. All I am is extremely thankful for what He has done and what He has given me of Himself. I am in the "abound" part of Paul's life.

For a while I couldn't understand what had happened to me, why did I love Him so much and why does He love me so much? Then I read the lives of John of the Cross, Theresa and Porphyrios, all holy ones receiving much from Him. I could see that my love for Him was similar, but not as intense. I am not holy as they are, I don't love Him as much (AHA! I know He loves me as much). Checkout the book "Wounded by Love" by Porphyrios, the poems of John of the Cross, Catherine's writings. Theresa Avila, Theresa (Little flower) and Song of Songs in the scriptures. You will see that we are like them in the sense of romantically loving God.

Shortly after He told me he Loved me and I loved Him I started to write poems that I post on this chat site. I have met few that understand the passionate love of God and His love for them. Seems unfortunate to read God is love and not understand through the heart His great love. His love for them or loving Him is the missing forbidden emotional ingredient. Some pastors teach against "emotional" or "experiencing" the love of God for fear of going astray. I love His known presence (always lives hidden in me), but when I worship Him I would love His known presence, but He decides that when and where that will happen. I am not worshiping Him to have His presence come, only because He deserves it and I want to worship Him. All most know is the scriptures (a good start) and that it is written He loves them. My first connection to Him was through worship 50 years ago. That worship of Him has continued and increased now in my old age, with the added knowledge now of how much He loves me.

As much as i want other people to love Him, and I do, it is His doing and He decides who and when He will reveal His extreme love . My poems are an attempt to attract them to this type of relationship to Him and as well as a form of worship for me. I believe He is the real writer of my poems because I reread them myself and it seems that they don't come from me: they inspire me. I may organize the words but its His kindness to be the author and the thoughts come from Him, written hymns of praise, worship.

Your early life was hard and your life may give you less pleasure that others have (working, not being dependent, medical problems), but you are the same in your experience of Him as those that went before you alone and dedicating every minute to loving, worshiping, serving Him (yes serving Him, what you write is part of it!!!). So after all, you are very wealthy and He has given you much, likely much more than He has given me. Because of you, I thank and worship Him because of what He has done in you.

How lovingly sweet, kind, generous, merciful, beautiful, and powerful our living God is!
With an open hand He loves us, not by constraint
Lord Jesus, Son of the living God, have mercy on us sinners
Holy, Holy, Holy is the lord God of Hosts

Please checkout Charlibear, talljake poems. They and have a passionate love for Him. Magenta has wonderfully inspired illustrated scriptural verses.

Believe it or not there is much I had to leave out to try to keep it rated pg and I have seen those who have had it much worse than even me. I never understood why life seemed to have it out for me from birth even people in my life seemed to just cause damage to me or abandon me or never listen to me. Just to know what it was like to be cared about just to matter just to know what it is like to actually be loved this is what brought me to him I was in bed one night crying and just out of desperation said to him to please show me he was real just so I could know I was not all alone in this life.

I woke up in a pure white place standing next to father himself there was this massive river of rainbow colors so vivid and beautiful I was pouring tears I have never seen beauty that did that to me before he said to me this river was his plan and I could only keep saying to him thank you for showing me this over and over again.

Even this wasn't enough to bring me to him but it was the spark
I have always been a stubborn a child but that also means I put up a fight I honestly don't know how to give up and trust me sometimes I wished I knew how. But my friend no suffering is not in your future not all are called to suffer and the time ofg suffering is nearing it's end anyways.

Like you I discovered the hidden wonders of worship true worship in spirit and truth, the life that flows in it how it turns you into a giddy kid bouncing up and down unable to not dance for him unable to give him enough honor and praise to the point where you just shoot it up with everything in you

This was when he said to me this is thge key to open the floodgates, it all goes into the great unknown after that they mystery and wonder.
Like you I write poems with him I have a thread called a thread of Blain's psalms where he usually says pick up your pen I never know what I am going to write until I start and then words just pour out on their own so much I have to try to type as fast as I can.

And like you I have been given such precious treasures from him hidden beaities and secrets of him his kingdom and us and that is actually why I came back on here after so long he called me his little spark

We have so much in common, experience of Him, poetry, why does He love us so much mere creatures, frail children of dust!

Because we knew him before all of this surely you have felt that vague sense of familiarity as if there is something familiar about him like a long lost memory or dream you can only vaguely recall.


This was by the way the last poem I wrote last year. it is a long one so I will post it in a second.

The spirit calls and and I am bound to listen and obey for I am once again called to the mirror I was shown once before and this time I enter of my own accord for I know this is a journey I must embark.
I am once again before the giant tree I encountered before yet the tree is no longer as it once was, for it is a full bronze ablaze with a holy fire the bronze color shines from the heat of the fire as if it should melt but it does not. There are no lamps on it's branches and the air around the tree is thick with smoke and yet I am not affected by the heat nor are my lungs affected by the smoke the searing air does not burn my skin nor does it it make my hair singe

I stand in awe at this burning tree when I am greeted by a man walking towards me from behind the tree dressed in royal attire, he wears golden robes that shine and sparkle and glisten in the light of the flames there are emeralds on his cuffs rubies on his sandles saphires in his lower linens and diamonds on his colar and neck and in the middle a shining light where his heart lies and a song comes from it unique and known only to him it is his own and yet to me it's beauty brings tears to my eyes though I cannot understand it

Without saying a word to me I know to follow him and he leads me to a path behind the tree, we pass the tree and enter a kingdom of the son of man where many like him live in Jubilee they sing and dance they worship and sing they eat and drink day and night the king is pleased to see his children in such joy and the wedding goes on and on and my heart leaps inside my chest to see them all so happy and I wish in my heart in that instant for nothing more than for every soul to know such joy and would go through in that moment any kind of suffering to see that come to fruition my smile feels like it comes off my face and my laughter sounds like it is louder than the singing of the choir of angels that sing at the banquet.

I would normally run to my king but I know that I have a duty to follow this man to wherever he is leading me so I only get a glimpse of this joyous occasion and we continue onwards through a pair of deep red doors,
once through we enter a gardeb and it is night time here peace ful and serene the wedding sounds can still be heard even from out here and I see many here who are gentle souls who love the sound of slow steady streams and the calm soothing sounds of nature, many here who love the gentle breeze of the wind and who love the delicacy of nature fireflies and shining animals are everywhere who the people befirned here both old and young some are eating from the trees here or picking berries and flowers others are gathering twigs and making baskets together with the animals brining the smaller twigs to help out a cute bunny can be seen carrying a small twig to a small little girt as it hops over to the little one nearly stumbling over the twig in an adorable way.

We continue on and enter another door but this one has a different feel to it, I see it open on it's own and we enter and we then are on a path of rocky ground and the air chages it is gloomy and we don't say a word as we walk in dead silence a solemn walk and so we continue on until we come across one last door and enter it and I see the a scale of massive size each with a man on it's side on the right is young man boastful and prideful eating and drinking he loves to spend his money on these things. on the other side is another young man who is humble and meek he is much poorer and eats less quality food and drinks life has not been as kind to him but he still finds joy in family and God.

The man I followed begins to finally speak to the man on the right warning him about his ways but he pays no heed and merely smirks and laughs at him he warns and warns him and yet still he laughs and continues to stuff his face, the man on the left begins to pray and continues to worship God in his heart, suddenly a blood moon appears in the sky and the young man on the right turns into an old man and is picked up by an unseen hand nad now rests on the burning tree I saw in the beginning while the young man on the left is also picked up and taken to the wedding to live forever with the son of man.

I then am suddenly beside the king in the wedding and look to him hoping to see him smile but he has a serious look on his face and says to me dear child take note for these are things that must take place and time is running out for sooon Shall the end come and those in waiting will be rewarded and will be awarded acccording to their works but those who loved their lives and who ignored the warnings will face my judgement.

He gives me a kiss on the forehead and thw word mine appears on my head as he does and he sends me off to return from where I came and as I leave I think to myself how I wanted to see something beautiful and encouraging but this was heavy