Work place toil without God
un-alters
Heavens Harvest
Till desert seasons
reveal your role
as a Jr. Partner
Man's preparations, plans and purpose
can not PROFIT
The One we forgo
Reconcile our bottom-line
with God as CEO
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Repatriate corporate identities
to serve among the Least of These
acknowledge any insecurity
can be re-shaped by Devine Trinity
Then boldly move into Authority
Humbly sharing your Testimony
and prayerfully lay hold of an Eternal Destiny
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As we become the TRUTH we are taught
Let our hearts seek as He first sought
And Presence The One
doing as He'd done
By devoting our home-work-life ministry
to Christ
- His Son
Let us rebuild the nations gone askew
... though the laborers in numbers are few
Exchange earthly ROI
by accepting manna from on-high
and sowing services - practiced best
every business venture re-purposed...
for Heaven's Holy Harvest
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11 oktober 2013
21 augustus 2011
Windows - Water - Time
I watched and wondered before
~ a window's slice of time
to adventures beyond that seen
~ embrace what could be mine
because reflection felt unclean
~ a certain present, i had not
idealized a future dream
~ fortune, acclaim i sought
I leaned deeper into the sill
~ inner voice a murmur
unwanted thoughts anew grew ill
~ fogging vision further
Along creek beds skipping stones
~ slow waters crystal clear
The quite stirs - unsettles rocks
~ view clouded now through tears
Currents push memories along
~ like the leaves submerge in shallows
Patiently await vision from God
~ whom alone I seek to follow
His narrow path toward us does bend
~ when eyes and thoughts held tall
His creation peace and grace does lend
~ when upon our knees we fall...
I watched and wondered before
~ a window's slice of time
to adventures beyond that seen
~ embrace what could be mine
because reflection felt unclean
~ a certain present, i had not
idealized a future dream
~ fortune, acclaim i sought
I leaned deeper into the sill
~ inner voice a murmur
unwanted thoughts anew grew ill
~ fogging vision further
Along creek beds skipping stones
~ slow waters crystal clear
The quite stirs - unsettles rocks
~ view clouded now through tears
Currents push memories along
~ like the leaves submerge in shallows
Patiently await vision from God
~ whom alone I seek to follow
His narrow path toward us does bend
~ when eyes and thoughts held tall
His creation peace and grace does lend
~ when upon our knees we fall...
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