Collapsing the Night in Day: Love in Power

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Born in the arms of unending power, man comes forth of a father’s desire.

Made in his image of perfection and beauty; yet by trickery, ignorance, and young ambition— they entered a world of perverted cognition.

Enmeshed in the choice of good or evil, with struggles and trials bringing much upheaval; they enter a place of maturation, and structural Cornerstone foundation; as they walk the paths in God’s creation. 

If they had only known the love that encompassed them, his desire for them– the father that bore them; perhaps the knowledge —apart from the light— would never have touched them: 

not in their minds, not in their hearts, and not in their souls or contrite spirits; for their light would never have darkened, or become void in cavernous places of the human experience.  Never would they have known the depths of travail, and wailing of heart— the intensity of the opposing mind, or the power of grievous emotion; because a father’s love would answer every question, comfort every moment, and cover all human experience in his presence— leaving no commotion.

But nevertheless the breakdown came, but the goal is the same: the dream of a father to recover his lover— the soul who searches his name.

Can it ever be said that love is dead?  When the power that bore such beauty— has never ceased to bring his ache of love— to restore the intimacy bed?

I see pain, and suffering, sorrow and woe.  I see things that I desire to change below.  But in the moments that pass I see— compassion to sow, a heart to grow, and love to bestow— in all the opportunity; to fill darkness with light, to heal with power and might, to restore life from debris.  Decay and ruin, waste and desolation— bring forth the well of love— discovered in contrition; where being well acquainted with despair, sorrow, and pain— brings about a spirit willing to change something; where love is a choice to sow, to grow, to know, to give; to a lost generation of the dead who know not how to truly live.

My heart breaks with the turn of my face, where I see deficit buried beneath the heaviest soul. A place within people in need of the Father’s light over darkness— in victory of Christ, made whole. 

If the goal is to return to God’s image and likeness, through Christ Jesus and his selfless sacrifice no less.  Why do we cry, ache, and plead still yet— for a world held in torment, abjectly powerless— to save and rectify all that would steal, kill, and objectify— the very image and likeness of his workmanship?  Have we no godly love corporately erect yet— in the way of the heart, mind, will, and soul relationship?

Forgive me, I ask of you— for the weight of the truth that spills out in question; because I sit in places where without his discretion, and intervention; we will watch the whole of his invention— collapse under the vastness of desolation and perversion: where I ache for the Day to collapse the Night;  and to see a new way begin to come forth, where the children of God who live by the power of truth and love— come to reveal the Father, Creator, and Originator of; so his witness will permeate in seasons of darkness— bringing light (love, truth, mercy, and power of), into the world for one last harvest: souls estranged from him, to be recovered in him; from dark to light, from death to life: in the witness of Jesus Christ.

I would gladly give my life for the betterment of another— completely sacrifice all— give everything for a brother; just so they have the opportunity of salvation by his love; and might come to know the rescuing and restoring heart of the Father above.  Will I see even my heart restored, where I burn in grief for the plight of another— waiting for the love of God to recover?  We need a witness to come forth.  We need the power of love to be birthed.  We need a people of mighty testimony— to walk the earth in love and harmony; and bring the Savior in— to move mountains only his authority invested without measure can: are we that people yet?

I look at myself, and I see yet more growth— that both I and the Lord desire to come forth.  What will it take, to resume his face in the earthen vessel of love, henceforth?  Because where I fall short, I stand in hope, anchored deep within the life of the Son; that whatever he can do with me, would never cease to be— in the day Star rising in one: one accord we stand, one accord we bow, and in one accord the Savior stuns.

I don’t know what my tomorrow will bring, or how he will save me then.  But hidden deep within the life of a son— lives Jesus, and the Father, together as one— bringing about everything in time, where once there seemed no way.  I, then, will stand within— my hope anchored in the life of them— awaiting the Red Sea moment to give way, bringing forth the newness of Day.

So whilst I sit and ponder the state of the church today.  I place my heart over troubled lives in the world made of light and clay.  And hope, to high heaven, in Jesus— the name above all names.  That the children within the house of God— will come to unity as the disciples before us did the same.  Because the world, and even those in Christ, wait for the sons of unified love; to come forth in the realm below— as it is in heaven— in leagues above.

I, personally, have never seen it as of yet; but long for the mature stature of Christ to be birthed in the earth, as he comes forth in fullness met.  Righteousness in fullness— is maturity in fullness— in the stature of Jesus Christ.  Would to God he complete this work in me, so the world can see his Spirit come forth to win; with a testimony of a unified love and life— of Father and son, in the earth, again.  

We all need— for sanity, for sanctity, and safety— Christ in us, the hope of glory, where once we stepped away; come the reckoning and reconciling of righteous love today; where ne'er the separation live— keeping us at distance from his love and life— at bay: but born to soar in heights of love, together in harmony; removing separation of union— to swim in seas of love and tranquility.

At this moment, in time and space, the pain and sorrow of the loss of God’s face— in lives of plenty within the earth— is too much for this heart to bear.  But as where all our hope should be— mine is anchored in Jesus— where God sums up love to wear:  in righteous robes of pure white linen— we dress our souls in heaven's provision: the life of the Son— in whom none does compare.

One day I believe to see— the reflection of your face to be; in a testimony of the King— in places where the Son’s life was re-formed in me— fully.  Until we have that witness and testimony— I will cling to the possibility; where in all likeliness and probability— you desire that more than me; and endeavor to complete your workmanship— in a life given over to thee.  

Maybe I cannot see it all— and dare I say fall short.  And in everything in me— I hope in your life complete; that one day I will see your face ‘and’ hand where life in the earth has been redeemed and recovered in full— not part: because until then— as I have said to you before— this heart will remain contrite, for my brother in his plight.

We have places in our hearts, you’ve told me— that are void and without form; where a darkness covers the rooms and chambers— Jesus desires to in God’s love— reform.  Not a place of devils, or a haunt within— but a place where love needs to light.  A place that’s vacant, clean and swept— but devoid of the Son’s love and light.  A place where once unclean things— empty of his truth and love— left a vacancy to be further filled by heaven’s Word above.  A place where reformation and likeness of his person— comes to fully fill, and set everything in motion; for the completion of a workmanship of the love of Jesus’ devotion.

I pray, today, and every day— that you will come and reveal yourself to us in more ways of salvation’s rescue; where we can know the person of you— and all you consist of; for without your love in truth— we perish where darkness pursues.  Only in your presence, Lord— and in the unification of love and truth— can we triumph over darkness: only in your love’s filling— can we truly live in oneness.  Only if you make yourself known, in the truth of your person; can we ever come to life again—  in the original structure and version; we ache to recall, remember and live— inside our soul, heart, and person. 

I do not claim to know it all, and the more I learn, the more I recall— how special you are, in all your ways— and how much we need you now.  I long to know your love complete, in the person of the Lord; to penetrate the depths of my core— with only ways you know how; to rescue me, and fill me too— with love and truth— in all my parts: oh how I long to be complete— in the Sunlight upon broken hearts.

 Should my heart be fully healed— even now, my King?  I ask you this, because I perceive— where they are in need of saving— my King; in places deep within their hearts, minds, souls, and person; where deep calls unto deep— in desperate need to know; the King of kings, and Lord of lords— in deep waters down below.  

How can I rest in peace— with so many broken hearts; of which I know so profoundly— in places torn apart.  I long to see them healed and whole— to know your love, and even grow; more and more unto that day— when all the sorrow fades away; and the Morning Star dawns and lights the way for souls below and far away.

Maybe I, because I need to know your person more— have found this place within my life where I ache to witness forth: more of the person of Jesus— directly from my core.  I don’t know— I tell you this, again, and again, and again.  I don’t know, but of course you do— and I desire you’d let me in: to know the way in which we can see— the place where love wins.  Because maybe it’s a broken heart— and from it these words spill forth; but even so, I remain longing for the triumph of the power of love; where longing hearts are made alive from death— in souls within the earth.

Because— until even now, where I am, what I see— is a world in need of you— Savior; in cavernous places of hearts of men— a need for the light of the Sun/Son to warm them in favor.  And even though one has been given— in hearts has he arisen— to resurrect them from the dead?  Because I see death abundant here— but you promised where sin was— life would be more abundant from your head: a wellspring of the person of Jesus— our rescue from hell’s grip, by his life and blood.

Perhaps I am amiss somewhere; and if so I trust you with my life in full— and stand assured; you’ll correct my course and rescue my heart— where truth and love will have conquered— all of me in formless void, with love and light, and in a heart overjoyed.  

I heard you say— “Dear, I need to fill your heart with me, where once it has been cleared.  For today you need to know my love, and be filled to everlasting.  So where there is an emptiness inside— know this is where my love comes to abide; in the richness of my person I’ll hide— the truth of love that destroys pride: and pride is the place of separation— from where I long to ride; where I long to soar in high places with my child— in blue skies wide.

Where once the dryness of the desert depleted your very life-giving waters.  I now have come to reveal myself in ways you need my living-water.  The person of God returned to your heart— where once you never knew; for your soul was starving for my presence to move— from the place of separation —to the place of reconciliation: the place where your heart can see and taste that God is good— making all things new.

I know the deepness of waters blue and melancholy; but dear I come to reveal the truth— to move you from folly to jolly; from far to near, and from pained to cheer: in the richness of my person.  Keep coming to me, relying on me, and releasing it all too.  For in the face of your very God, your Father wishes to move; in the life of Jesus— far reaching he is— and with power to save ta boot.  So come away with me, and let me see— the deepness of your despair; within your soul, and core of heart— for I long to meet with you there.

Only I can save, dear child— but as I told you true: the fervent prayer of righteous heart— avails in earth for you.  Love, live, and give; and I promise you.  That in the life of Jesus— you shall come to know the vastness of the love of God— to fill you through and through.  

And as you do— you’ll carry, too— the witness of the Father, in testimony born from above— as you see him face to face. So do not despair— we will save this place, in time and purpose of love: so give yourself to my presence, will, and procedure; because dear— you are my heart, and I come to give it without measure.

You cry for a testimony of me— my truth and love— that will shatter every yoke of satan today; where his darkness holds someone away from the Dove— in chains of torment and pain.  I have promised to those who follow the Son, that in death and burial— comes resurrection and latter rain.  Hold tight dear one whose heart wails to me— of the loss of life in another; for within the scheme of God and his team— comes the power of love to your brother.

As you lay your very life in my hand— and I know of the suffering.  You shall, with him, rise again— and proclaim the very King; to a world lost and suffering— as you have ventured and seen; but now, who will, with me in everything— bring the oppressed— to redeemed, in the Love of the King: who comes to work in you.  

I have a plan, a way and a mission— come to me in your contrition; and I will make a way— where one seems far from fruition.  I am the God of Red Sea moments— where no one else could move it.  So trust in me, to do again, in what only I can do.  It’s not on you to make the way— only to believe in me to come through for you.

Remember— in the end— the war is already won.  Let the Son show you this— and rest assured in Jesus Christ, Hun: for the Power of Love is in the King— and the victory— already done.

So— let the Day collapse the Night— and the Son arise in the earth.  For my creation, yet, I need it— to know its precious worth: so let the sons of God be delivered— and given in the birth: so all of my creation can know its— value: from the heavens to the earth.”