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The LORD is our Rock, our strong fortress. We shall dwell in Him just as He dwells in us. Our Father comforts us in times of sorrow and woe. My heart burns with pain but the LORD, YAHWEH, restores me with oil and water. I cry out, and He hears me. Our God is YAHWEH and He watches over His lambs. My soul runs dry but He fills it with living waters that rush out like a mighty river. I bow down and you touch my head with your healing hand. Save us, and save us again. We fall into the raging sea again and again yet you calm the waters for us every time. Be with us in our hard times. Perseverance is our hope and prayer.

We love you Father for our hope is in you. I pray for a creditless return on my part, and that all glory is Yours my Father.

Who is God but YAHWEH? No one. That's who.

Sunday is soon.

In the good times and the bad, your helpless son,
Landon

The March

As the crowd marches on in my heart i move on to one thing after another.
I look around and my friends are not gone but i find myself still undercover.

A low profile i keep as a wander about and i look for You day after day.
I notice my feet, they are stuck to the ground and i pray that i dont go astray.

The march, it moves forward and im caught in the middle, i see light but i hope it grows brighter.
I stand still in the crowd and it makes me feel little, if i had one i would hold up a lighter.

And maybe i do, its just deep in my soul, if i reach i will most likely feel it.
its the effort that counts, its what will make me whole, those who march will most definately see it.

To them, maybe nothing as i atand here exposed, but to you I AM complete.
You move in my heart and im collect and composed, with You i am not obsolete.


In Him,
landon

Clearly

Askew....a mark the enemy loves. Missions aimed at these two small spheres. Making a hard heart solid. Blocking what would clearly be truth. Father, relieve me. Clearly my heart can still breathe, or so it seems. Or should it be "releave" me? For i am low and you are love. But you cannot releave...you never left...
Why did you not go? I kill life in a bowl but you comfort me still. Life...it sits there already dead, so small and so fragile. Not me, but it...them? My heart clearly cries tears for the martyrs of mirth. Stuck in a bowl, no hope, no chance to live the life they could have lived. Or at least one.
I pray i dont kill, maim, or destroy. These chances of God can not go to waste. They are love, they are truth, they are posibilities living. I mourn for the ones that are gone but i will now rejoice for the ones to come, for they will not die in the bowl, but live elsewhere. Clearly...clearly life will begin.

Father,
Forgive, heal, erase. Please. Embrace, Care, nurture. Please. Give, Take, Bless. Please. Plan, Go, Live, Be, Create, Enjoy, Deliver, Remember, Delight, Cry, Laugh, Sing, Shine. Please. Love.
Your unworthy son

I Will

I'm gonna, run straight into the ocean blue
I'll make my way closer to you
I'll do some things i would otherwise not do
yeah Ill go with it.

Ill spill truth into a microphone
Look out the other side just to hear them groan.
Ill make a name out of what is unknown.
yeah Ill go with it.

Ill make sure you are listening,
then turn it up loud, make your ears ring
Who would ever do such a thing?
yeah ill go with it.

Then ill...pick up and move on from here
Ill run back across the ocean without feeling fear
Find a place to make some gray skies clear.......

yeah, let get on with that.

yeah.

It Was Broken When I Bought It

A Mistake, that's for sure
And my eyes still love it
Cracked and Impure
But I'm not above it
Though it is destroyed and will destroy even more
I buy and i buy opening my festering sore.

Deep in my Skin
Yet I hold on to it tightly
Will I ever win?
Or will i just take it lightly?
A fact I will fail, or a victory waiting?
One or the latter, thin ice I am skating.

My heart, it will sigh
But I know You are healing
Though I buy and i buy
You will change how Im feeling
By buying it back, with a refund as well
He tears from my soul what once brought me closer to hell.

Thank You Father.

And It Was Blurred By The Light

...And It was Blurred by the Light
And He could tell things were not right
something with him that he could barely fight
but he could...
he could but will he be so strong?
or will things turn to be all wrong?
this is the chorus to a miserable song.
yes it is...
it is but must he sing?
what kind of hell would it bring?
where is the King?
hes here...
hes here, but will he appear?
remove all fear?
make things clear?
I sure hope so...
Hope so.

Not Me Please

I will not be something I dont need to be. Is it good, however, to be content with who I am? Im going to venture out and respond with an enthusiastic "Maybe". It depends on how you think it through. We need and SHOULD be in a constant state of change. we have little choice to stay the same because the people, places, and things (or the "nouns") are constantly effecting us. We adapt. But i would say that our core...the center of our being is to remain the same. We are who we are. We will not ever be anyone else, even if we try. Our core never changes and, in fact, is in pain when one tries to be someone they are not.

So, what im getting at is...I will not be something I dont need to be. I will not be more like you. I will only be more like Christ. I will not seek truth in one thing, because truth is in all things.

Like our spirits (and by spirits i mean our inmost being), our faith should be in a constant state of change. The "nouns" are also constantly effecting our faith. It adapts and reacts. I would say the Bible is our faith's core...the center and foundation. Its not our entire faith...its not the whole thing, but it is the real deal. It is what it is and it wont be anything but what it is now, even if we try to change it. In fact, the world cries in pain when we try to make faith something it isnt. thats when the rocks cry out. Id say that, though the rocks would cry out his glory, part of that cry would also be pain that would be inflicted on the world if faith was distorted in all of our minds. Granted, faith is already distorted in some of our minds...but we know that some of us are right on...the rocks havent burst forth with pain and praise yet.

The world got close to that once, though. The rocks were ready to scream. Gladly, they didnt. Or maybe they did. What a horrid day that was. It was more terrible than Hiroshima, Auschwitz, New Orleans, the Twin Towers, The Fire in London, the Black Plague, or War itself. It, was the beginning of all war. But unlike an unknown soldiers bullet started all of the other conflicts, on this occasion the weapon of choice tasted like heaven. The sad thing was that tasting heaven isn't really heaven. In fact, heaven left. Thats what happens when one is greedy...one gets something they really dont want...and in this case we inherited death. We inherited the Knowledge of Good and Evil. From fruit. And that was the day the rocks almost shrieked.

"Though my nature is opposite of yours, Father, i need you. Your nature become mine. Let Love reign in me and let not my lips be given to the stones."