Someday far away...
Someday I'll live far away from here.
Someday, this joy in my heart will explode and I'll realize that it wasn't joy at all...it was the expectation of the truth for all to know and the gratitude of my knowledge that it really does exist.
Someday, God willing, I'll hold in my arms a new creation to praise his glory and teach to love others rather than themselves.
Someday, I'll walk in a land I've never seen and see strange faces stare back at me with an emptiness and longing to know my secret.
Someday I'll be happy with my body and stop listening and believing the lies of the evil one.
Someday I'll look back and realize the filth that I was protected from as a child and the Grace that was placed on me. But, why do I want to keep it all to my self? Rather than wring it out and let it flow onto others?
Someday, the Lion of Judah WILL stand on top of a mountain, his shadow WILL devour all that stands against him....and all that bow to other gods will crumble. Christ will reign in the valleys.
Someday I'll shut up and just...
Someday, this joy in my heart will explode and I'll realize that it wasn't joy at all...it was the expectation of the truth for all to know and the gratitude of my knowledge that it really does exist.
Someday, God willing, I'll hold in my arms a new creation to praise his glory and teach to love others rather than themselves.
Someday, I'll walk in a land I've never seen and see strange faces stare back at me with an emptiness and longing to know my secret.
Someday I'll be happy with my body and stop listening and believing the lies of the evil one.
Someday I'll look back and realize the filth that I was protected from as a child and the Grace that was placed on me. But, why do I want to keep it all to my self? Rather than wring it out and let it flow onto others?
Someday, the Lion of Judah WILL stand on top of a mountain, his shadow WILL devour all that stands against him....and all that bow to other gods will crumble. Christ will reign in the valleys.
Someday I'll shut up and just...
posted by Shelli at
1:09 PM
2 Comments:
Good word Shell!
To whom will you compare me or count me equal? To whom will you liken me that we may be compared?
Some pour out gold from their bags and weigh out silver on the scales; they hire a goldsmith to make it into a god, and they bow down and worship it.
They lift it to their shoulders and carry it; they set it up in its place, and there it stands.
From that spot it cannot move.
Though one cries out to it, it does not answer; it cannot save him from his troubles.
"Remember this, fix it in mind, take it to heart, you rebels.
Remember the former things, those of long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me.
I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.
From the east I summon a bird of prey; from a far-off land, a man to fulfill my purpose. What I have said, that will I bring about;
what I have planned, that will I do.
Isaiah 46:5-11
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