I’m running behind
Lost all track of time
I’m adrift in life
Unable to find my way
Can’t seem to catch up
Can’t find the top
I’m over my head
Where I don’t want to stay
When will the cycle be over?
Will I ever see light again?
When I’m not on my game
What’s the point to play?
I must focus my strengths
I must follow the peace
I must arrive at the finish
Seeing the sunlight of the day
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Spirit of Adoption
You are of those who are crying out for an embrace of love. You are longing for the deep affection of a father, a daddy. You need someone to hold you when they cry, and take you in to a safe place. Yes, you are yearning for something that you have not been able to find. You have seen a man here, and another over there, and you think, “If I can go with him, if I can be with that man, my life will be safe.” You heart aches for life; you cry for peace. Yet hear what the spirit of the Lord says to you. Open up your spiritual heart and understand this well my child.
To be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is LIFE and PEACE. They who are in the flesh cannot please me. I am not pleased by your constant carnality and your excuses that enable you to remain double-minded. But you are not in the flesh IF my spirit dwells in you. And IF Christ is in you the flesh is dead but your spirit is alive because of the spirit of righteousness in which you walk. For whoever is LED BY THE SPIRIT, they are my sons. But you have not received the spirit of bondage again, but the spirit of adoption, so you can call on DADDY, God.
Why do you receive my spirit and again turn your head to look back. How can my child look back to a fatherless life? For though I have accepted you and though I have brought you into my family, am not pleased with your carnal mind. I cannot be a father to the carnal and I cannot bestow my life and peace upon those whose lives are led by the flesh.
So WAKE UP, oh fatherless generation. “Wake Up!” says the Spirit of the Lord. And I will come to you in a time you think I am farthest away. I am weary in chasing the ones who continue to throw my gifts away, gifts of salvation, deliverance and abundant life. I will not chase you any longer. You must hear my voice and wake up! My spirit travails for the disobedient and rebellious sinner, but I do not travail for those who choose to live a carnal life.
Creation is groaning and awaiting and the TRUE, PURE, SPIRITUAL sons of God. Those are the ones I have fathered and those are the one’s whom I love. Do not stand idle and ignore the spirit of grace, for I will come in judgment to those who will not arise from their comfort and carnality. And I will pour my spirit out upon my true sons of who I have given the spirit of adoption.
To be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is LIFE and PEACE. They who are in the flesh cannot please me. I am not pleased by your constant carnality and your excuses that enable you to remain double-minded. But you are not in the flesh IF my spirit dwells in you. And IF Christ is in you the flesh is dead but your spirit is alive because of the spirit of righteousness in which you walk. For whoever is LED BY THE SPIRIT, they are my sons. But you have not received the spirit of bondage again, but the spirit of adoption, so you can call on DADDY, God.
Why do you receive my spirit and again turn your head to look back. How can my child look back to a fatherless life? For though I have accepted you and though I have brought you into my family, am not pleased with your carnal mind. I cannot be a father to the carnal and I cannot bestow my life and peace upon those whose lives are led by the flesh.
So WAKE UP, oh fatherless generation. “Wake Up!” says the Spirit of the Lord. And I will come to you in a time you think I am farthest away. I am weary in chasing the ones who continue to throw my gifts away, gifts of salvation, deliverance and abundant life. I will not chase you any longer. You must hear my voice and wake up! My spirit travails for the disobedient and rebellious sinner, but I do not travail for those who choose to live a carnal life.
Creation is groaning and awaiting and the TRUE, PURE, SPIRITUAL sons of God. Those are the ones I have fathered and those are the one’s whom I love. Do not stand idle and ignore the spirit of grace, for I will come in judgment to those who will not arise from their comfort and carnality. And I will pour my spirit out upon my true sons of who I have given the spirit of adoption.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
His Perfect Ways
Through the years, Your ways, oh God, are unfathomable
None can comprehend the mind of the Almighty
Yet in complete and utter awe, Your ways are perfect
Without the slightest flaw and without a single mistake
You, oh God, make my paths straight before me
Keeping me in your ways in and out of every trial
To the amazement of those who see Your work
My heart, oh Lord, shall rise to seek You
To seek the perfect ways of my God
For You have taken the imperfect and made perfection
You have taken the worthless and made it worth it
I shall forever strengthen my soul in my Lord
I shall recall his awesome works
For in the mid of night, yet He created my ways
Unattainable, is the mind of the Almighty
For before my path turned toward destiny
He ordered my step and perfected my way
My eyes shall behold the beauty of Your ways
I shall forever be established in the glory of Your destiny
For without You, oh Lord, I am without cause
You have created perfection out of me
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Why you don't talk about revival.
For those of you who hear other talking about revival, excited about what God is doing, but you yourself cannot "talk" with us....
There is not an excuse. Months have come and gone when we could sit and discuss for hours. Now, do families, jobs, relationships, etc. take that place. Your excuses are only wrapped up in this....
Out of the heart flow the issues of life and out of it's abundance your mouth speaks.
So don't tell me that you're busy or don't have time to talk about the things of God and revival. The real reason why you cannot get involved is because of a backslidden heart. I do not say that you are backslidden from God, rather, you are backslidden from desire, passion, zeal, faith and hope! (Wow, sounds like you might be backslidding from God!)
Check your heart. What your saying, or not saying for that matter, is evidence of where your heart is.
Pastor Dustin
There is not an excuse. Months have come and gone when we could sit and discuss for hours. Now, do families, jobs, relationships, etc. take that place. Your excuses are only wrapped up in this....
Out of the heart flow the issues of life and out of it's abundance your mouth speaks.
So don't tell me that you're busy or don't have time to talk about the things of God and revival. The real reason why you cannot get involved is because of a backslidden heart. I do not say that you are backslidden from God, rather, you are backslidden from desire, passion, zeal, faith and hope! (Wow, sounds like you might be backslidding from God!)
Check your heart. What your saying, or not saying for that matter, is evidence of where your heart is.
Pastor Dustin
Friday, April 25, 2008
A Rant for Revolution
I become irritated when I look around me and see a lackadaisical attitude. On the job, in the church, with the family or alone, people seem so relaxed and laissez-faire, so careless and halfhearted, so lazy and casual? Does anybody know what time it is?
My God! I am looking for someone who is meticulous and stern, watchful and alert, sincere, edgy and full-of-life. Where are you at? Can I meet you. Can my time be consumed with your vision and contagious vivaciousness?
Do you know where we are going? Do you care? What is so important that we become tolerant, liberal and accommodating to weariness and lack of interest and concern?
I don't know about anyone else but as for me: I am nauseated by the stench of stale water. I become ill when I see insanity at work. I have lack of interest in what is considered "socially acceptable." PLEASE!!! Why should I be like everyone else who drags their feet and shucks off the "warrior" garment?
GOD, GIVE ME A REVOLUTION LEST I DIE!
My God! I am looking for someone who is meticulous and stern, watchful and alert, sincere, edgy and full-of-life. Where are you at? Can I meet you. Can my time be consumed with your vision and contagious vivaciousness?
Do you know where we are going? Do you care? What is so important that we become tolerant, liberal and accommodating to weariness and lack of interest and concern?
I don't know about anyone else but as for me: I am nauseated by the stench of stale water. I become ill when I see insanity at work. I have lack of interest in what is considered "socially acceptable." PLEASE!!! Why should I be like everyone else who drags their feet and shucks off the "warrior" garment?
GOD, GIVE ME A REVOLUTION LEST I DIE!
Monday, January 21, 2008
A Poem from the Spirit of Prayer - 3:00 AM, January 5, 2
His presence is so real
His Spirit is so sweet
When He calls from behind the veil
And His heart's cry beckons me
How I love this intercession
Like water to thirsty soul
His overwhelming rivers
Stream my face and take control
These tears are grace, I know
That draws me to my knees
And from this fountain flows
All I'll ever need
My heart's cry back to Him
Give revival or give me death
To live is not worth living
Without His holy breath
And from the floor I rise
Without a single doubt
Every Word that He has spoken
Will be brought about
No thing shall be impossible
When I am on my knees
For in these deep travailings
I enthrone my King
Now arise all those who sleep
Awaken from your slumber
And if you will remember
The simmering amber you'll uncover
Now fall down on your knees
And with me make your plea
Send revival to to my city
By first reviving me
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
The target of a legacy
This is my inheritance
I am the target of a legacy
A birthright created
Through sacrifice and offering
This is my heritage
Wrought through blood and passion
Conceived and delivered
Through tears and holy obsession
The tradition of my ancestors
I will not permit to be stolen
It is for this demonstration
I am fashioned and formed
Do not rob me of my inheritance
Do not take from me my joy
For if you touch what is handed down to me
You touch the passion of my God
I will not consent to your access
Of this most holy place
Though you charm, delight or fascinate
Or attempt to weave you lies
This legacy is mine
And not one that can be stolen
For the tears and offerings unfulfilled
Are about to produce in the open
Blood and passion
Obsession and zeal
Have created for me
This heritage soon fulfilled
I am the target of a legacy
A birthright created
Through sacrifice and offering
This is my heritage
Wrought through blood and passion
Conceived and delivered
Through tears and holy obsession
The tradition of my ancestors
I will not permit to be stolen
It is for this demonstration
I am fashioned and formed
Do not rob me of my inheritance
Do not take from me my joy
For if you touch what is handed down to me
You touch the passion of my God
I will not consent to your access
Of this most holy place
Though you charm, delight or fascinate
Or attempt to weave you lies
This legacy is mine
And not one that can be stolen
For the tears and offerings unfulfilled
Are about to produce in the open
Blood and passion
Obsession and zeal
Have created for me
This heritage soon fulfilled
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