A King is Coming

Our focus as the body through the years has really shifted. In he early church , people were literally joining in communion, praying and watching and waiting for the return of Christ; now it seems to be such a far focus from our minds.
Sometimes things like Christmas can only heighten this distraction. Let always remember to refocus and have a zoned view of His return. It could just be sooner than we expect.



It all began with a lady, a snake and fruit;
That caused a severe earth to Heaven cosmic dispute.
And from that day prophesied an announcement, drumming,
That somewhere in the distant future, a King was coming.

Then there was a man, who couldn’t have a son;
He obeyed the many calls of God – but as for children, he had none.
And then the impossible happened ,
And the lineage by which the CHRIST would be stemming –
Began, and continued fervently still; A King was coming.

And it was confirmed over and over again,
by a boy with a sling and a man who slept in a lion’s den.
By prophets and princes and peoples, all of history was buzzing .
All declaring the one phrase : A King was coming.

And finally, an angel appeared to a teenage girl,
Some shepherds and nobles who excitedly made a swirl.
God Holy above had reached out to man
-How gracious, how kind, how loving !
He never went back on His word, He said a King was coming;

And so He came.

And gave all humanity the chance to know Him again.
Removed our sin, so that our relationship to Him could amend .
He rose from the dead, and now to Him we can spend our lives running.
But He shan’t leave us, He shan’t leave us here, He said: He is coming.

So keep watch and with your days wait.
Don’t leave your afterlife to fate.
This time He won’t be a baby – I assure you He wasn’t bluffing.
Forever to reign for eternity.
The King is surely coming.

Yours Truly

The enemy is all about making everything the same. he wants everyone, to look the same, talk, act, the same way. It would make his job a whole lot easier; and throw back at God one of the things He loved the most ... diversity. Exploration, inclusion, vision, culture, art, expressions, lyrical living, freedom and cultivation. - Everything He created us for. 

The more I look at my generation today, the more I realise the grey-ness that we are facing. 

We think we're being forward thinking, we think we are pioneering in all things. 

But we're not. 

- Have you heard the chart-music ? - Mozart would have hung his head in shame. 

Modern art anyone ?

Minimalism furniture , a generation of girls who all want to have the same accentuated, facial, body features. Wear the same things.

- Now yes one could argue, that these things in themselves are forms of art; and you're right. But if you've ever walked the streets of London or Paris, toured castles and distinguished homes, listened to ancient civilasation histories, you'd see just how 'far' we've come. 

I've bought into these lies, and I think as I began tapping my foot into the world of 'modernality'  I realise , I don't want any part of it.

I will not be morphed into what society claims for young women to be , I will not be confined into mindsets of un-originality. 

The further away humankind moves away from our Creator ... the less we live as Him ...

and He is exactly that . The Creator.

Art and Music, and Scenic Landscapes, textures, and flavours, and dance, culture, cultivation and and variety ... these are all things He orchestrated. And I want to be a part of it. 

A botanical garden is not a field of yellow tulips; greatness comes from variety. 

I may be a flower quickly fading, but from now on , I vow to not look around at all the other flowers. But to just bloom; and follow the Son. 

Yours Truly

War is like two little boys deciding on which toys to play.

The folly of it all. Sometimes the toys get broken

Death springs forth form the life that was never lived.

Redeeming the time that shall not be. Incessantly.

The degrading immaturity of the decisions of one.

Affecting the wisest truest victims. Showing the folly.

The brash primitive nature, that is supposed to not be.

But me, if not but covered over by the righteousness of the Christ.

In His dejection. exposes the worst forms of all that has ever been.

The mud the clay unformed un-entered by the breath of life that gives life.

Life. In all its fulness. the expression of one’s self. To the full.

To the tips of the fingers the hairs on each head.

Pause the quest for wealth and instead.

Discover what it means to be truly human

Cultivating, demonstrating, indefinitely frustrating oneself. – causing us to look above.

To the instructions for which to love.

 How does one seek the Maker ?

Look at your palms.

Define the reasons of existing- and what is left ?

Nothing that is not ceasing. Apart from the Christ. The rock on which our world doth stand.

Walks before us, hold out your hand. And show Him fully. By being yours truly.