Prayer for Mexico

I am sure by now this is a pretty well known fact, but Mexico is in deep need of prayer. Today I am pressed at this fact, and wish to reach out to others to pray about the matter.

The US went through their time when gangs ran rampant, and mofia’s ruled the streets. Well our days are over, at least in that biopicture type of way. So, please, if you have a minute, 20 minutes, or as much tiem as you can spare, pray for the people who are losing their lives in Mexico. Drugs are running the streets. This is a place the evil spirit seems to be running rampant. So, take a minute, and pray for HIS people.

Life from the sidelines… how will it be.

And my mind races as I try to figure out what is going on. I see no end in sight and wonder what on earth is happening. Set up to fall down, and feel the strain. Lead by the endless path of darkness, often with no refrain. It tears and it rips and it gets me to the core. Dupped by the insatiable courage to stand up for something more. I sit down now. I sit down and take the punch. There is nothing left to do but take it and let it push me til it’s satisfied. And I begin. Begin to pray, and reach and pray. I am down for he count, but not out. Just…benched.

11/3/08

And in time the wounds will heal. The dead will rise, and the pain will cease. We were, are, will sit in the cradle of life. The seat that overflows with life. The stream that provides eternity. Where the fruit will sit upon each side to nourish and fullfill. We will be renewed with a life so deep, a love so true.

Mars Hill putting out the word…

A Sinner…

I am a sinner both tall and proud,

Waiting to be pushed back onto the ground.

Each day I ascend from my humblest of thrones,

To announce that I’m highest in mumbles and groans.

I am a sinner both thick and thick skinned,

I eat with the gluttons, and view with the skin.

I trip and I tumble with every step,

And I get right back up, to start over again.

I am a sinner filled with arrogance and pride,

I think I’m the best, and have overflow to tithe.

I want all I want, cannot be satisfied,

So give me it all, until I subside.

You shout, “Who are you?” as I wobble your way,

As if kingly thrones, and riches I bathe.

“I am the one,” I’m shouting out now,

“Who’s been given a seconds chance,” now leave me alone.

You, who are lit, with the humblest of rays,

Beam into my soul, to find what was saved.

“You’ve not much left,” Your crying voice breathes,

“But a ball and some chains, nothing of kings.”

I laugh and I laugh as the clouds rush away,

My laughs turn to tears, as I see my decay.

I fall to my knees, in terror and sadness,

And you pull me back over, too return to your gladness.

I am a sinner, both broken and pail,

I cannot think of one, one thing that would save.

My might I have none, and my intellect gone,

But my eyes have been washed, with the blood of the lord.

I am a sinner. Every second. Every day.

Thank God for his Son, and mountains of mercy.

I am both a man, and a soul that was raised,

To sing of this love that renews every way.