Celebrate

I open my eyes, and I see in front of me my lord.
And I see my challenge. And I give it to you.

Knowing I have enough to smile. In the holy fire in my heart.

I receive the kingdom. And the kingdom speaks through me.
My heart flounders in my fear, and my self.
So I receive the kingdom, and my domain.

To increase to increase. To want to want more.
I leave behind false dominion. And this want to increase.
To have what I want. Is my true domain. And this holy increase that I now possess. Is nothing more than the truth of my being. Nothing more than me getting what I want in my heart, my soul.

This isn't about, it isn't about what could be.
The infringement of your mind upon paradise.

Paradise gives all that is. As the truth is the authority of our domain.
The expanse of our talent is life producing itself.
Not the lies of wanting something else.

I give in. I give in. And I ask for forgiveness.
So It won't happen again.
Fill me. Crucify me.

Let me receive my dominion. Through yours.
Jesus, The king of Israel.
Has domain over all.
And his conquest is yours.
As the truth swallows all that was not meant to be.
In the flame of conquest. The flame of victory.
Faltering weakness. A cause unheard by the kingdom.
A thing looked down on by the lord of all of this.

The kingdom's salvation rests in the reception.
The reception.

So receive I doth proclaim.
And not with these words but that which spurred them forth.
The kingdom and its might.

Forever forever, we will remember him.
And everyday I will celebrate.
The king.

My Shelter

The prince of the air
Has no power
Besides that given to
Him by the throne of paradise
Given way to the corruption
Of weakness
I fall over my lord
For my weakness
So my lies don't eat me alive
And I survive
Not in the kingdom of filth
Sir I prepare to allow
This all to be taken from me
So I can be clean
So I can be clean
Take it all
Not for spite
To form another opinion
To relish in myself
I fall over my lord
To attain the holy of holies

And I find
What I seek
In the release
Of the holy fire guts
Given to me
By the power
That exists
In between the opinions
Of broken air

Seek seek
Repeat repeat
Finding instructions written in the drama
Of my righteous surrender
Of which I cannot seek
Anything else
But what is given to me

As i said
I fall over my lord
His feet clean my soul
As my suffering causes me to repent
And be clean

And I decide
I will suffer
In him
Until the day he takes it away
For he is my lord
And in this holy fire trust
A bond I will not break
Out of momentary jealousy

So please please demonstrate and provoke
A cause to repent
A jealousy
Underneath my demeanour
Is my intent

I'm not breaking to let you
Under my skin
Selfless weakness
Selfless strength
Selflessness

Tragic delusions fill the air
As solitude in connection speaks
A language of experience
You were given over to yourself
As you caused your self to persist
In shades of solitude
I wish to speak

But the peace finds me
Looking for my heavenly father
In the son of his glory
And I cry
I release

The course of events
Made available
The choices I made
And I won't speak a thing
About a lack of grace
For my eyes see effortless
And my hands move with my intent
This frustration 
This frustration
Gives way to power
As I am pleased
With a sense of permanence

So cry foul and set free the dogs of war
For forgiveness seems to be beyond
The children of wrath

I die I die and cling to what's Been given to me
No person is anything but his through his creation
And to reject that a folly of experience
So go
Reincarnated joy to experience once again
And learn the lesson
That all authority
Rests in the kingdom
Of the isreal of god
Not of the mind
But that power given through infinite begottenness

My shelter
My shelter
Is the paradise
Of Christ
And to him
My consciousness
A gift
My crucifixion his wish
His painful sacrifice
Given so ours would be a release
And when your ready to receive
The gift
You will understand

The Mark of Christ

I'm lost
In anything but the sacred moment
Surrounding us

So don't hide

Your eyes

Left behind selfishness to bear not
My own burdens
But another's
In the spirit of charity

Before I had seen the same thing
Over and over
Things changed
Because of my desire
My passions I want crucified
Based on a higher desire
The purpose of predestination
Which set us apart

It's important to appreciate
The good
And be thankful for it
Those in the household of faith
Urge my forward
And I allow
My desires to be crucified
Choosing rather to know
How hard this could be
I feel it I feel it
And perhaps you feel it not
But perhaps the spirit of graciousness
Allows you to answer the calling
And bear not the burden of illusion
Which calls not the righteous

Be not so literal! Feel the spirit! The purpose was amazing! The fullness exceeding! In our words we shadow the earth in the shade of technology. Our purpose should not be to make this easy. We will find ourself disconncted in our ease. Seeking carnal pleasure. I'd rather proclaim to those in the shade. To suffer in Christ is to become overjoyed and to pleasure in the flesh the cross unreceived, a challenge unanswered. Do you think your strong? I ask you not what you are... But what you are not... What makes you feel the exceeding rather than the satisfaction of carnality.

The spirit calls me forward as not only that which I am. But that which I could never be in myself, a host like my father as we exist to be.

So let the pleasure be crucified. And host the world indiscriminately. Being good to all. A host exceeds and does not squander what's beyond opportunity. In exceeding we give and even in our failure sense joy. Because we live for him. A fullness undeceiving a feeling to the faithful and a reality to the saints sitting in between their eyes. The fire takes its course and I let go of what I felt was important. You take your time... I will simply express to you how I feel...

And in this even if I fail. The kingdom moves with a grace I crucify myself to host. For you... For you... For the heart sealed by its own experience. We set free accept the seal of trust. The mark of Christ.