Sunday, November 27, 2016

"Rejoice!"



"For he shall give his angels charge over 
thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."
(Psalm 91:11)

"Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say 
all kinds of evil against you because of Me.  Rejoice and be glad, for your 
reward in heaven is great; for in the same way they persecuted the 
prophets who were before you."
(Matthew 5:11-12)

It's called Faith, when we soar as Eagles into the wild unknown
and we move in the auspices of the God groan
He wants a people who believe out of bounds and fly with courage
into heavenly visions, like a silent drone
After all, He lives inside us, our God who knows no boundaries; 
He expects us to move in His power and might
We're His hands and His feet, doing His will by His anointing and 
His Spirit, driven by His impetus and His Light
Ah, it's ethereal to climb to the apex and dwell among the clouds, 
high above the snake line, up where noise is quelled
Glory lingers there, when Angels change shifts; the brightness
of God is released; and the universe is veiled
It takes determination and a strong Warrior mentality to fly while
others are grounded, but the altitudes are beckoning
Someone has to yield to the winds, the call, and the whispers of
Almighty God, who wants a Moses-like reckoning
Who will meet Him in the high places and plead for the souls, 
between God's face and His fury to behold
Oh, it's the one who isn't afraid of heights, but rises to the bidding,
and bows to be exalted, by the Holy hand untold
It's a waltz amid the storm clouds, and a whirl with lightnings and 
thunder, as the flight reaches the One with power
He welcomes His "dust," who dared to leave earth behind, for a 
saunter in the heavens in this darkened hour
The faint of heart can't do it; for it's a lonely climb above ozone to
destinies of wonder, out of knowledge and mind
Only the rabid hungry will forge the great unknown, to find the 
dream's Creator, and sit down with Him to dine
The one who sits at His feet, and talks with Him in the moonlight,
knows of that place, past the planets and stars
It's the Holy ground above the second heaven, where the Angels
fight the devils, and win our prayer wars
So, fly, you venturing warrior, with your cape of protection from
Your God, who woos you to let your faith go
He's the Lord of your journey, riding a white horse, clothed in red,
and in His hand are Glory, an arrow, and a bow
He says, "Come up hither," and His breath pulls you to His side in
a whoosh of ethereal splendor, too mighty to explain
You're propelled like the speed of Light through the sound barrier,
with only silence, and distant Angelic refrains
And the Angels sing their chorus of a song you've never heard;
it's reserved for those with faith and a right choice
They are those who say goodbye to earth's Sins, who defy the 
evils of earth, and in the face of death, "Rejoice!"




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