Remember That

He said pray that it not be winter
On that day for you
O that day of wrath
So then He took Winter for Himself
Upon Himself be bore
For me and you
How did he do?
So far, alive
And heartbeats are like a Harley
Listening to that song that boomed
Made me remember
Remember, that Jesus is King
No matter what happens
No matter what

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What Makes Me Ill

What makes me ill
Is not your diseases or viruses
But your lack of compassion
That the least are driven asunder
By your inflated sense of righteousness

I Am is among the least
Bearing the worst of it all
That is what makes me ill
Know that when I am ill
Angels come to my aid

I Love My Own Art

How could I not love
My own art?
If it be of my love
If it be of my hate
It is my art all the same
So let me be the worst of all
That is how I appear to them
But I can bear anything
Including death
Including hate
Including pain
Yet live
Because of Love

Love loves you
And
I learned
To let Love love me deep
So I do yearn for more

Only Love I give
Nothing in return is bestowed
That makes me the least
As I am still and can weep
But do not gnash my teeth
Peace
Amen

Loss 2

First some perspective
Feeling ostracized
Is no different
Than the death of a loved one
However to the one left alone
All their loved ones died
Such that without love
There truly is nothing left

But when poustiniks pray
They should remember the forgotten
Before they lose themselves

The joy is only found
When the pain is offered

We found it together
Through the cross
Through the death
Through the resurrection

Amen

O What A Day

What a day of love
Despite evil afflictions
O what a day of love
When sanctification came our way
O what a day of joy
When salvation came as a child
Had we known they would crucify him
Would we have kept him hidden?
Some things are kept hidden
In plain view for you
Yet a True Life in God we live
And undeserving of every reward
The reward that Jesus promised he did
Oh my heart beats like his own
Deification comes
It comes sooner than you expect
Do pray out of love
O what a day of love
My heart sings it true

Whole Host

I had a vision today
I was before the Throne of God
That was surrounded by all the Saints
Surrounded by all the Angels
I appeared before all of Heaven
And the whole host cheered with praise
I felt unworthy
I was nothing before the Lord
The Throne was empty before I appeared
So I asked the Lord for His Presence
The Almighty Father appeared and He was also Jesus
I prostrated myself before Him
Saw His Feet and asked
Am I worthy to untie your sandals
He said, “You are”
As I removed first His left sandal
I saw His wounds
The scabs were large so I wept tears of Joy
At the worthiness He gave
I kissed his feet and my tears flowed
Onto His feet
As untied His right sandal
My tears flowed onto the wound from the nail
And the wound started to shrink and heal