"After The Cross"

"Then they returned to Jerusalem from the mount called Olivet, which is near 

Jerusalem, a Sabbath day's journey away.  When they had entered the city, 

they went up to the upper room where they were staying; that is, Peter and John 

and James and Andrew, Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew, James

 the son of Alphaeus, and Simon the Zealot, and Judas the son of James.  These 

all with one mind were continually devoting themselves to prayer, along with the 

women, and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with His brothers.…"

(Acts 1:12-14)

The Holy Ghost; what is it like?

It's like a rapid running steed racing in steady stride, effortlessly 

moving in a state of power and ecstasy 

Your Holy Spirit moves within me, O Lord, and pulls me higher, 

ever so steadily and excitingly breathlessly  

I cling to Your Holy presence as we leave the confines of earth's
 gravity, and we move with the power of the wind 

No, it's not a dream; it is far beyond the auspices of mere mortal
imagination, and the faraway realm of pretend  

It's a Spiritual venture into the ethereal, among clouds of glory 

and a light from God, so profound and intense  

There's no human distraction in this place of beauty, and there's 

no falseness or manufacturing of pretense

Oh, the unspeakable Joy of Your hand reaching for me, to glide

 in the misty moments of early morning dawn  

The earth is so far beneath us; I long to rise higher to the Gates 

of Pearl, where I'm so continually drawn 

To chase Your amazing love is the wind beneath my wings, that 

draws me closer to my heavenly groom  

It's the constant yearn of my soul, the pounding of my heart, and 

the eternal depth of the unseen vision's womb  

Oh, to fly away with my Beloved among the billowing clouds to the

dimensions, passing the confines of time  

No, there is absolutely nothing like it, my love; the altitude

 renders unknown beauty the higher we climb

And, I dwell with my love forever, in His beautiful Eden paradise, 

so peaceful, holy, pure, and lovely  

It's Glory untold in prisms of color, surrounded by voices of

 Holy's, in a feathery angelic covey

Oh, mighty winds, take me on up to my faraway home, above

the noisy mundane unholiness of earth

And settle me in my forever mansion beside Life's river, the

eternal destiny of my holy new birth

With each new gust, we rise in breathless wonder, and we soar in

 the auras among lightning and thunder  

It's the Holy Ghost and fire that frees my soul, breaking the 

holds of wickedness and the chains asunder  

The majesty of it all is far beyond the human words of splendor, 

spectacular, awesome and omnipotent  

Lord, You are the essence of words we've never uttered in the 

auspices of the Holy and magnificent  

Blow, trumpet blow, draw me and whisk me to my Lord in the air, 

away from the world of evil, earth's dross 

I'll take flight at His call and His Word, when the final trumpet

sounds; it was His promise "After The Cross."

The 120 waiting in the Upper Room for the 

promise of the Holy Ghost

(Acts 2)

Peter told the crowd what they must do to be saved, 

Acts 2:38; it is what we all must do!

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PromiseLand Church!  

We preach exactly what Peter and Paul 

preached!  Acts 2:38 is for every believer 

in the Lord Jesus Christ!

 

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