MY PSALM

I gaze upon your beauty
I gaze upon your grace
You are my only desire
It is your love I'll embrace.
You hold my hand and lead me
You show me what to do
You place your hand on my shoulder
You whisper into my ear
You tell me you'll never leave me
You assure me of your love.

You fill my mind with insights
You plant a word into my heart
You water it with your favor,
full fruits it shall sprout.
You draw closer to me
making me feel your warm embrace.

Each day is never the same
You show me something new
I stand at your feet Lord
with my hands lifted high.
The thirst within me;
to You I want to draw nigh.

To worship like the twenty-four
placing my crown on the floor
before you, lying prostrate
pouring my praise like new wine.
Joining in the angels medley
singing; Lord, You are Holy, Holy.

The radiance of your glory,
is the only source of light.
The temple is overflowing,
with the train of your robe,
when I gaze upon your beauty
and I gaze upon your grace.

COMFORTABLE WITH SIN/EVIL?

Evil/sin in its essence, is repugnant. So why did the people of the region of Gerasenes in Mark 5, plead with Jesus to leave their region, when He cast out Legion? I expected them to be excited. Welcome Him into their homes with an atmosphere of festive joy, for the deliverance. Instead, they prevented the deliverer from entering their region!! Jesus was just at the fringes, but He had to cross to the other side of the Lake.

Which regions of our lives our we preventing the Lord from entering? Which regions of our lives are we pleading with the Lord to stay away? Which regions of our lives have we become so comfortable with sin and desire not to be delivered? What sins have we so much enjoyed that it has become part of our lives, and we just don't want to let go; an integral portion, an untouchable area. Today may we look deep within and receive the deliverance of the Lord.

Don't cherish sin, cherish the Savior.

FOCAL POINT

Jesus cut him short. "Be quiet! Come out of the man," he ordered.-mark 1:25 (NLT)

Jesus rebuked the unclean spirit present in a man, which manifested itself as He taught in the synagogue. The manifestation of the unclean spirit became a distraction from the teaching session of Jesus. He immediately rebuked it and cast it out. It was causing disorder and disrupting the service; It was trying to take the attention off, from Jesus.

What disrupts you from focusing on Christ; during church, in your prayer time, in your daily life? what have you allowed to be a means of distraction? Are you in His presence yet not in His presence?

Like Jesus, speak to these distractions sternly and cast them off your path of divine vision. Jesus is the focal point. Let us keep focused on HIM.

"Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?" - mark 4: 40

"He said to his disciples, "Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?" - mark 4: 40

Its interesting how the seemingly chaotic occurrences in our lives, speeds up our ability of forgetting the omnipotence of God. Why is that in the spur of the moment of negative things, we immediately forget God's powerful hand; the fact He is mighty to save?. How is that during a "down turn" in our lives, we forget God's love.? Do we still have no faith? why is the human nature like this?

We need to get to the point whereby we can say; who can separate us from the love of God?. Not we loving Him, but He, loving us; not trouble,nor storms of life, not want nor need. But we must become impervious to what life throws at us because we do have faith.

God will help us. It is not a question of "If" but of "when" and "how". Lets keep on holding on.

Lord deepen our faith so that even when you seem distant, we can still trust you to keep us safe.

A WOMAN

Her soft tender skin

Her mild, calm voice

Her well calculated gait

A perfectly molded body

She is His last born

Made with patience and tact

Made to be a helping mate

She is God’s creature: a WOMAN

We relegate her to the background

To the kitchen!That‘s where she belongs.

She has no say or even a thought

We have turned her to a sex slave

Indeed a “babymachine”

We neither acknowledge nor recognize her

This is our creation: a WOMAN.

But who is she?

Made for man but not by man

A gentle loving creature

Seeking the well being of her children

A model of His beauty and glory

Yes she is,truly, she is,

None other but a WOMAN; God’s beautiful creature.

...declare your glory

A stillness inexplicable

A breeze so soothing on the skin

The calm movement of the leaves of the trees

A gentle dance of the grass

The pulsating music of the birds,

Undefined; following no pattern.

A sharp movement of te lizard, quickly through the grass

The flapping of the chickens wings

The buzzing of the fly in the ear.

All these declare your glory.

The varying heights of the trees

He sprouting of a shroud to become a mighty one.

A peace, only this can bring

An awe just welling within,

To discover something transcendental.

A beauty so divine.

The soaring bird, so free and unperturbed,

Without a thought, without a worry,

Just being what you made it to be.

All these declare your glory.

The smile of a baby,

As you give him a pat.

A peace that suddenly fills you.

An inexplicable delight that engulfs.

A beauty so divine.

But then you just don’t stop to delight me.

Engulfed by the dancing leaves; to the left and right.

A beauty so divine

All declare your glory.

S.L.A.V.E

Here I am sitting before the master

“The worthless slave”, deeply engraved

Open to your command

Still more to decipher

Still more to understand

Still grasping to catch the drift

Praying that these scenes will forever stick

In my mind

In my heart.

That I shall continue to remember

In times of the struggle

O cursed sojourner.

I cannot but bring to offer

Myself constantly, continually to the master

A worthless slave, I find myself to be.

Open to His will for me.

Here I am sitting before the master.

Looking deeply into His eyes, waiting for my next command

A slave, asking waiting, listening...

Patiently...

Patiently...

To hear His voice.

A worthless slave. Not worthy to sit as such.

But here I am sitting before the master.

Me yes, me. Without value or merit.

A person owned by and has to serve another.

That is who and what I am.

That is what I do.

I serve without expecting acknowledgement

I serve without expecting a reward,

I tend the field and yet wait on my master.

I am a worthless slave,

Slaving myself for the kingdom.

So here I am sitting before my master.

THROUGH ISAAC’S EYES

Today father woke me up earlier than usual and asked me to help the servant saddle the donkey with wood for a sacrifice; was so excited. We left immediately and traveled for three days.It was a tiring journey but father looked so pensive; was wandering what was happening. We finally got to the mountain and father asked me to carry the wood and come along with him to the mountain top; But why were we leaving the servant behind? why was he allowing me to carry the wood? and most importantly, where is the lamb for the sacrifice? what is happening?!. All he said was "God himself will provide the the lamb for the burnt offering my son"

We finally got to the mountain top (I think father is in good shape for an old man), we prepared the altar of sacrifice, but I still did not see the animal. Father asked me to lie on the altar; What? Me?. Dont remember resisting, but I felt  the ropes on my hands and feet, as he bound me on the altar. I watched his eyes and could see the conviction. With one hand he covered my eyes and I felt him reaching for his pocket knife with the other!. What is happening?!.......................I think time froze at that moment..............................[why was father doing this? me? his one and only son? the only heir to his wealth? the one he has waited for all these years?...]

But then I heard a strong voice cutting through the silence "Abraham!"
He called father twice, and directed him to an ewe stuck in the bush. I knew it was a messanger from the Lord because I remember the stories father had told me about HIM. The angel assured father of the Lord's promise to make his descendants numerous because he had not hesitated to sacrifice me to HIM; so that was what was happening!. We descended the mountain but Iknew my life will never be the same. Father called the place; THE LORD WILL PROVIDE.


To what extent will you sacrifice for the Lord? To what extent will you trust in HIS providence? will your mantra also be;THE LORD WILL PROVIDE?