SIGNS

FREE THE SERVANT
I'm anxious to see what this one will be
for you see, I simply write what is entered
into my spirit
and the stories, the words, the poems
are all from the Father
all gifts to set us FREE unto Him

They're not gifts of pleasure
or gifts which make us vain
But, they are gifts which capture areas
of our heart
and as we agree with the Truth
that part of us is set FREE

"FREEDOM," William Wallace decreed,
and yet, for that moment -
he was shackled, tortured, threatened with death
and yet, his heart cried, "FREEDOM"

How many times a day do we cry, "FREEDOM"
and yet, as was spoken to a young black man
in "The Patriot"
"What are you gonna do with freedom?"

Freedom is a condition of the heart
where we are free to be loved and free to love,
owned and controlled by no man
and yet, freedom has its price
Freedom costs all that we have
all that we own
all that we hope to be
all that means anything to us
to secure

Ask God
to make you FREE unto His Glory
to bring forth freedom to the children
so that they may live unencumbered
by the world's system
and its gods

You know this type of freedom
You've had it before and will have it again
but in a richer dimension
a greater depth
a more fulfilling way

The Heavenly Realm is not so far, friend
that you cannot touch upon it
and live your life freely within its domain
while still walking upon this earth
God will show you how
Only He can
Shalom
~
Hope for the future
seizes my soul
I see unrest everywhere
and know it within
but feel in the distance
a secret unfathomed
a story unquenched
a new day
I control not
the happenings without
but know now
what follows me

put the heartache to rest
put the scripts on hold
stop the torture I cause
give the children peace
bedlam is mine
but I share it no more
death has marked me
I am told
find the answers in question
find the eye of the storm
find the man who is guilty
leave him behind

I desire Freedom
but know not the way
I know only hell
as the days pass by
I glimpse You sometimes
in memory or thought
when looking back
on the past that is lost
dreams are gone
promise has watched me die
rescue me from this realm of black darkness
I will cling tightly this time and not let go

~ ~ ~
The writing ends for now
The progress is up to you
You have been given more information
about securing your destiny
than those of religious studies
What will you do with it?

Know that it (the words) will follow you
They are engraved upon your heart
Surrender soon,
for you must lead armies of young people
into Truth
and each day
they wait . . .
for you

Come . . . and we will talk
You need not come alone
But you must come prepared
to hear Truth
At what cost?
Ask the Father