The mind is a battlefield
Where wars are often fought
Between conflicting forces
From which freedom has been sought

Just what is it we are fighting?
As we wrestle and we juggle
In an ocean of mixed emotions
With what and why do we struggle?

We have a long time enemy
This much I know is true
And he has raged against our minds
Ever since he knew
That he could tempt us, bend our wills
With evil intention
Our souls pursue

We fight against ourselves as well
Though maybe sometimes it's hard to tell
Why we so easily do this
Overthinking is a spell

A merciless black hole
Is what it has always been
And if you are not careful
It will **** and pull you in

It will put you in a tailspin
Causing confusion from within
Making you believe you're a goner
That the fight you'll never win

Fear is the root beneath this
So I have come to believe
An accuser and abuser
From which we seek reprieve

Total control is not the answer
Should we again remind
Ourselves that we don't control the whole
Stream within our minds?

The pictures, the visions,
The memories, the words
The desires they invoke
The passions they stir
A tangle of feelings
That soon become a blur

Why are they so strong?
Are they right or wrong?
In what part of the heart exactly
do they belong?
I won't be denying that I've been trying
To figure this out
For way too long

We're only human
So I know it's OK
To have this struggle
From day to day
We all do battle in our minds
Just in different ways

I picture my thoughts as little waves
That pass through the immeasurable Ocean of my brain
I desire them to flow smoothly
In and out with little pain
So that my connections and reserves
Will not drain
My thoughts are the current
From which the wind must restrain
Itself from raging upon
When it tries in tyranny
To reign

My thoughts I will master
They will not detain
Me from forward progress
From spiritual gain
I WILL keep my head
And forever stay sane

Whatever the chaos
Or things that go wrong
I know who I am
And to whom I belong
I have confidence and trust
In the One who makes me strong

Some winds that blow
In the sweet summer
you know
Are soft and gentle
Like a kiss
of vibrancy and bliss
Or a breath of life
For my heart and soul
Causing me to feel alive and whole
Exhaled as a mist around my body
Setting my spirit free
Refreshing all my precious memories
Saturating them like the sea
Touching my heart like a firm handshake
Reminding me of who I am meant to be

Free
Released from the prison
Of an anxious and fretful mind
Like an eagle
Soaring and gliding
High into and through
The sky
Living above my worries
Leaving my fears behind
Letting the light from the loving sun
Dispel all darkness
Even when the day is done

My beliefs
Are not found on a map,
Or in a book of matter o' fact.
They are not
A prescription to every foreseeable problem,
Or even the best of ideas
If anyone's got 'em.
But they are the partiality,
Out of all reality,
That leads me into truth.
And this thing of the latter
Is really all that matters,
And for which I would rather
Fight for with my life.

#Truth
#Wisdom of God
#Word of God

Time is a strange dimension; no person can hold it back, or hang it in suspension. We cannot "have" it, or own it. Man has not yet overthrown it. We can spend the time we do not earn, and watch it go by with no return. We cannot make time, for it is already made. Whether you like it or not, time will always be obeyed. We can't reverse the analogue clock or digital watch, unless we're resetting them up or down a notch. This still would not change the time gone by, or stop the progress of the Star in the sky. If the Sun and Moon were no bigger than a pea, and the Earth had an undefined axial degree, could this mysterious dimension of time still be? The present moment is all we can see; from the present moment we cannot flee. Time travel machines have not yet been invented, no sufficient technology has yet been presented. Therefore, my friends, we must be contented; to let the forward motion of time go on - as it has always been represented.

There are times I tell myself
When reflecting on life's scenes
"Someday, somehow I'll get there,
Where I am supposed to be."
"I will find the peace I am longing for,"
And know what it means to be free."
"The circumstances are less than ideal,
And the struggles are still very real"
"But one day I will learn to live above the waters,
Regardless of how I feel"

It is true that I am only human
And while on Earth won't ever fully arrive
But why keep putting off this day's dreams
And forget the gift of being alive?
Though disappointment still comes
Still I must strive
For the best version of myself
This must be my drive.

Today is the day
To wake up and shine
To accept the Divine favor
That is meant to be mine
Today is the day to let go of fear
Regardless of how dark
The clouds do appear
Or how uncertain the future
Looming large and unclear

Today is the day to focus on the good
And bring it out in others
To help them do as they should
Energy is wasted
Pointing fingers of blame
I must remind myself that the power
Of forgiveness is still the same

Today is the day
To let go of regret
And make the best of time now
And learn not to fret
Today is the day
To live in the moment
To stop looking back and hitting
rewind
To figure out where things went wrong
Instead I'll forcefully
Leave the past all behind

In God's eyes
It's not about right versus wrong
It's about choosing life over death


#Truth
#Grace
#Tree of Life

Some words are best
Unspoken, unsaid
Some memories must remain
Buried and dead
Yesterday's pain or regret we may dread
But Freedom only comes to those
Who continually move ahead.

It's better to travel hopefully than to arrive,
Better to come awake than to feel alive,
And better to contend joyfully than to strive.

Love compels,
Yet lets be
Love captures,
Yet sets free
Love is blind
But is able to see

Truth is like the Ocean; it goes deep and covers much; it has both a revealing and concealing touch.
Truth is like the sands of the shores; though it be shifted by men and change, throughout time it endures.
Truth is like Earth's Skies; it continually surrounds us, but does not overwhelm us with its size.
Truth is like the Stars in the night; infecting us with its beauty and light; however far off, or externally finite.
Truth is like the Seasons; Governing the nature it does not overthrow; time and patience it seems to bestow; it gives many signs whereby it is known.
Truth is like a Galaxy; it spans a distance the mind cannot see; it's vastness is captured subliminally; but yet, it gives life to you and me.
The father of Truth is Wisdom, an example and teacher is He.
The mother of Truth is Love, our lifeline in setting us free.

Through the pain
Truth can be hard to see
In the pain
It can be hard to think clearly
Because of the pain
God is giving me
The desire to love others
For who they are
Not as they ought to be

What will we see in the Heavens?,
Beyond the great deep blue:
In the Presence of the God
We've waited so long to be,
In every respect,
Absolutely true.

   What will we know up above,
Beyond the realm of our minds?
What will it mean to fully understand?,
To leave the former things
Irreversibly behind.

   Will we have severed from us
Through our supernal ascent,
Memories of what was broken?:
The knowledge of our pain
No more to lament.

  Will we forever lose the scars
From our wounds which were healed?
Can we forget the lessons we learned,
Through Grace and Truth revealed?

   Would the Lord of Creation,
The Savior of Man,
Erase all of His scars
And forget the value of His plan?

   What greater truths of God will we conceive?
How far surpassed will consciousness be?
What realities shall we behold
As greater than any image the mind can achieve?
How much more in Heaven will be
Than any of it on Earth we could ever perceive?

    What will we come to realize
In the place of eternity?
If partial knowledge is made incomplete,
Will once held beliefs become absurdity?

   Is there a chance we won't be
Taken by surprise?
When we're ready to go, when it's our time,
Will we know our Father well enough,
His nature, His heart to recognize?

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not shouting, "I am saved!"
I'm whispering, "I was lost..."
That is why I chose this way.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I don't speak with worldly pride
I'm confessing that I stumble,
And need Someone to be my guide.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak
And pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting I have failed,
And cannot ever pay the dept.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are much too visible,
But God believes I'm worth it.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
Which is why I call upon His name.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I do not wish to judge
For I have no authority
I only know I'm LOVED!

Why does God....?
Fill in the blank with any questions you please
It's not always evil to ask
Gaining understanding is a necessary task
Greater is the challenge
In allowing the answer to set your inquisitive mind and heart at ease.
Why does God allow and do what He does?
It goes against our natural reason
With potential to perplex us
For a season
But the answer my friend is simple
Although we hesitate to see
Whatever brings God the most Glory
Is best for all
And will set you free