Letter From God

Dear Child,
I am Life. What you call "life" is only going to bring you pain, and I don't want to see you hurt yourself.
I AM, Mighty Saviour, Lion of Judah, King of kings, Lord of lords, Mighty Fortress, Prince of peace, Jehovah-nisi, All Mighty God, Creator, Lover, Best Friend, Abba,and Lamb of God are just a few of My titles.
I love you more than you can ever know. I am Love. Outside of Me love cannot exist. I died for you so you may be with me throughout eternity. How is that not Loving?
I don't sit around, I live inside your heart, and you could hear My voice if you would listen and stop running a hundred miles an hour.
Love your Father and Lover,
God
P.S. Things will workout the way that will benefit you best in My time, before you want to object I suggest you read Job.

Letter To God

Dear God,
What am I supposed to do? How can I live the way You want me to and still have a "life"? You say that it's wrong to go out and get drunk even if it is only once in a while, and I can't cuss, smoke, or have any fun. Who are You? Aren't You supposed to "love" me or something like that? All You do is sit around in Heaven and make my life miserable.

Love,
your child
P.S. It'd be really nice if you would make things work out the way I want them to be...thanks! I know You'll pull through!

Sunday Morning Hypocrite

I sit here every Sunday...just sit here.
I slap on my "praise the Lord"smile and greet people that i dislike.
I finally get through the people, and find the pew that I sit in every time I come in this sanctuary.
The music starts and I mumble through the hymns not paying a lick of attention to what the words say.
Finally a prayer, now I can check the football scores on my phone, no one will see right?
The prayer ends and Mrs.Holier Than Thou almost caught me, but she old and slow.
I keep a Bible in front of me so they think I'm reading and not sleeping during the pastors sermon...until I snore.
The sermons over and we all sing, or mumble in my case, a hymn for the invitation...boring.
Finally! Church is over! I can go eat and go back to the human i was yesterday! At least until next Sunday...then it starts again.

The Thief

I am a thief,
I am not proud of what i have done,
But I did it nonetheless,
I am a thief.

Who is this that hangs beside me,
He is innocent,
He does not deserve to hang here like a slab of rotten meat,
Why would a man that did nothing take the punishment for someone,

I am a thief,
I am not proud of what i have done,
But i did it nonetheless,
I am a thief.

I understand His pain,
For I have been through the same,
But I do not understand why he does this to Himself.

I am a thief,
I am not proud of what i have done,
But i did it nonetheless,
I am a thief.

I read the sign above His bleeding brow,
The King of the Jews it says,
But why would His people crucify Him?

I am a thief,
I am not proud of what i have done,
But i did it nonetheless,
I am a thief.

I have heard of this man who hangs beside me,
His name is Jesus,
He claims to be the Son of God Almighty,
No, not claims, He is the Son of God,
Why else would someone go through this torture when innocent?

Wind

The wind you ca n not see, nor taste, nor smell.
But all the same we can not tell.

Where He goes, or where He came,
We know not, it is all the same.

He moves in us and around us,
And where we see His work we should join,
If it be His will.

Forever It Seems

Forever it seems, that I wait for you and yet you never come.
Forever it seems, that you come a little closer and yet father away everyday.
Forever it seems, who will count the years it took for you to reach me.
Forever it seems, my love at last we have found each other.
Forever it seems since you were taken from me, will you ever come back?
Forever it seems, that I must endure the torment of not seeing your eyes full of life, love and joy.
Forever it seems will never end.

Wildfire

There is a country that has more fires than any other country in the world.
These fires are no ordinary fires, but these fires burn from the inside and work their way out. They do not kill the ones they burn. Fires like these cannot be put out when they are started, and they make the people they burn happy.

The fires that I speak of are those, not of this world but the spiritual world, started by the Holy Ghost. These fires are not deadly, but grow whatever they burn.
I pray every day that America would be the country that has more fires than any other in the world. I pray even more that I would be one of those that He starts a fire in. I pray that God would devour America with fires so hot that no one could stand against them