I will open rivers in the desert heights I will illuminate the darkness on the darkest nights I will be a cloud to you in the heat of the day Follow me my child I will show you the way I will make the wilderness like a pool of water I will strengthen you though ye be like lambs to the slaughter When they hang you high I will raise you higher You will praise My name in the midst of the fire When they put you in the dungeon and throw away the key You will sing songs of glory for I have set you free There are no chains that can ever hold you down For I have robed you in glory and placed upon your head a crown Streams of heavenly glory flow down to you oh man I saw you born again, I saw when it all began No child of mine shall beg nor ever sell his own birthright Rather stand he in the battle, he will stand and fight We do not fight with flesh and blood, rather principalities and powers We pull down every stronghold and demolish demonic towers The Lord has called us to righteousness and He will hold our hand And by the power of His glory, we shall forever stand.
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In the desert heights
Posted by appolus on June 24, 2021
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I hold the reins of chaos.
Posted by appolus on June 15, 2021
Rain down you heavens from above Let the skies pour forth in righteousness Be drenched by His glorious love And let His light expel all darkness I am the Lord your God and there is no other Look to me alone as your narrow way Do not be distracted by any other lover And I will lead and guide you every single day I have formed the light and created the darkness I make peace and hold the reins of calamity Yet in my Hands you are safe from all the madness And despite all you see there is only my reality Darkness and light are both the same to Me And I have created the path that lies before you Whether mountains or valleys or the wildest desolate seas I will forge your steps and I will take you through You shall walk through fires and you shall not be burned You shall wade through floods and not be overwhelmed You shall keep your eyes on me and never be turned When you are covered by My Blood you are never condemned.
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Rivers in the desert.
Posted by appolus on June 13, 2021
I will open rivers in the desert heights I will illuminate the darkness on the darkest nights I will be a cloud to you in the heat of the day Follow me my child I will show you the way I will make the wilderness like a pool of water I will strengthen you though ye be like lambs to the slaughter When they hang you high I will raise you higher You will praise My name in the midst of the fire When they put you in the dungeon and throw away the key You will sing songs of glory for I have set you free There are no chains that can ever hold you down For I have robed you in glory and upon your head a crown Streams of heavenly glory flow down to you oh man I saw you born again, I saw when it all began No child of mine shall beg nor ever sell his own birthright Rather stand he in the battle, he will stand and fight We do not fight with flesh and blood, rather principalities and powers We pull down every stronghold and demolish demonic towers The Lord has called us to righteousness and He will hold our hand And by the power of His glory, we shall forever stand.
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A new day is born.
Posted by appolus on May 30, 2021
A NEW DAY IS BORN. As the morning from the earliest dawn Is spread upon the mountains So the Blood of our Almighty Lord Flows from eternal fountains As the river from its secret source Flows down from the highest valleys So our Lord and all His marching saints To the battle ever rallies Down from Heaven's eternal skies Flows Gods almighty blessings That washes men from all their sins And all of their transgressions In every battle in every age Blood has been forever shed Yet the greatest day there ever was The day my Saviour died and bled And now the fountains of our Lord Gush forth a mighty flood Refreshing men in every age By His eternal Blood Stand fast ye soldiers of the cross Stand fast and hold the ground Though you may suffer grievous loss And the enemy is all around Rise up like mornings from the dawn That spreads across the mountains And see His Blood you look upon Flow from eternal fountains And in this glorious tidal wave That ushers sin into its grave You'll stand triumphantly and say This is for me a brand new day..
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Light shining out of darkness.
Posted by appolus on May 29, 2021
The title of the last poem that that William Cowper wrote, in 1773, was “Light shining out of Darkness.” It became known by the first line “God moves in a mysterious way.” John Newton would publish it the following year. It might help to understand the original title when we consider that William wrote this poem after attempting suicide. And so the darkness that he is writing about was gross darkness indeed and how sweet the light of Christ that rescues us even if we make our beds in hell, even the darkness, shall be light unto Him. He also wrote “There is a fountain filled with Blood,” and “O for a closer walk with God.”
These words written, have comforted countless millions over the last 250 years. William, in his serious battles with depression over his whole lifetime could never have imagined the impact his life would have, how it would continue to resonate down through the centuries. This is the work of the Holy Spirit in a man who walked in the darkness of depression for much of his life. Light shining out of darkness. God indeed moves in mysterious ways, who can explain our God? I tell you this though, you rarely if ever read words like this anymore. Savor the words below, they are rich in depth and meaning as opposed to so much of the shallowness that today passes for writing.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs
And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purpose will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
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Rising from the ashes.
Posted by appolus on May 20, 2021
My hope is in the Christ that dwells within my heart. It also lies within my Lord who quenches every dart The Christ who came and died for me and raised me from the dead And who for you and me , gladly died and bled My hope is in the Lord my God who whispers in my ear The Christ who by His very walk conquered every fear The Christ who showed me how to live and also how to die The Christ who taught me how to run and also how to fly He is my sunrise in the morning at the breaking of the dawn And by His hand transformed me and forever He holds on He is my sunset in the evening at the end of every day He came to show me how to walk, to walk a different way He is the beginning and the end and everything in between He is the power that transformed me, by His Blood I was made clean Rising from the ashes of sin and death and hell He raised me up to where He was and there forever I shall dwell.
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The glory and the majesty!
Posted by appolus on May 6, 2021
One day the Lord will rend the heavens and His glory will flow down the mountains and fill every valley with His majesty. The seas will flee away at His presence. The mountains will humbly bow and say ” Glory , glory to the risen King.” The sun will turn its face away in shame for it has been outdone by the brilliance of His illumination. A mere flickering candle in comparison to His unadulterated light. The moon and the stars will cry out ” Holy, Holy is He who was and is and forever shall be.”
And every voice from every tongue will say “Jesus,” and acknowledge the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. And the beasts of the earth will fall down and cover their faces and then the lion will rise up and approach the lamb and they will lay down together. And every knee shall bow in every tribe and in every nation and even the hordes of hell will fall silent as He approaches. The earth itself will grow silent and shall be still and then a glorious noise will begin to arise and will fill the earth, it will fill the sea it will fill the night skies and it will fill the whole universe.
And all that will be heard will be the choirs of angels, that heavenly choir and the glory of God will not only cover the earth but will fill up everything that there is or has ever been. Gods saints will rise on this glorious symphony, they will arise in the updrafts of His glory and majesty and it will carry them into the heart of God. And those who rejected this magnificent glory will fall and their cries will be heard as they fall into the depths of darkness forever.
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This kind of love
Posted by appolus on May 3, 2021
This is the kind of love that would wait for a thousand years The kind of love that would fill an ocean with tears The kind of love that was birthed in heavenly places The kind of love that shines upon a thousand faces. This is the kind of love that would die for you instead The kind of love that was crucified and bled The kind of love that redeems you from all wrong The kind of love that loved you all along This is the kind of love that will never let you go The kind of love that never says I told you so The kind of love that keeps no record of wrongs The kind of love that the birds sing in their songs This is the kind of love that never seeks its own The kind of love that never leaves you alone The kind of love that forever seeks your best The kind of love that gives your weary soul some rest This is the kind of love that for you was crucified The kind of love that was broken, beaten and died The kind of love that did all of this for you The kind of love that covers like the morning dew This is the kind of love that never ever fails The kind of love that would prove itself by nails The kind of love that is crowned by a crown of thorns The kind of love that will weather all of your storms And in the end it is love that shall remain It opened every door and has broken every chain That you may live for all the world to see That as a child of God the Son has set you free This kind of love sets my heart aflame This kind of love heals the blind and the lame This kind of love means you shall never be the same It is time to fall in love.
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The boy with the broken wing.
Posted by appolus on April 26, 2021
It has been almost seven years now since our grandson was taken from his mother and given to our family. He was a very broken child when he came to us. Have you ever tried to help a bird with a broken wing? It panics and is freaked out as it sees you hand approach. It cannot possibly know that you are driven by love and compassion until your hand closes tightly, not too tightly, around him and he is safe in your hand. This was what it was like when Mason first came to us as a little five year old. The power of the Lord is felt in the power of His love. His ability and patience to take that which is broken, and heal it, is truly supernatural. Here is a wee poem I wrote about that.
The boy with the broken wing.
You were a bird with a broken wing A nightingale that could not sing A frightened broken bird that had no choice Little bird, who has stolen you voice .....I hear your cries. Can't you see, can't you understand Come to me, there is healing in my hand I will hold you and never let you go, until your wing is healed and love begins to flow You may have broken this little birds wing Yet you will hear this little bird sing Love has put him back together And he will now be whole...forever A beautiful bird that love has made whole You only ever took from him and stole But he has risen with the morning sun and now he sings And flies for all the world to see with two beautiful wings I see you flying son and I can hear you sing And to the depths of my heart it is such a beautiful thing Touched by the Hand of God and made complete Now fly where eagles fly and sing your songs so sweet.
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Freedom in our chains.
Posted by appolus on April 20, 2021
To be chained in Christ Is to be free indeed Free to die and free to bleed Free to walk the pilgrim way Free to die to self each day
To be lost in Christ
Is to be found
To feel His presence all around
To plunge into the Father’s love
To walk with Him with grace from above
To be dead in Christ
Is to truly live
To truly love and to forgive
To live this life and so much more
To honor, worship and adore
To live in Christ
Is to surely die
To walk with Him who dwells on high
Alive to Christ and dead to sin
Gloriously filled from deep within
To reign with Christ
Is to surely serve
A testimony to preserve
Of the glorious King who reigns on high
Whose glory fills the earth and sky
To walk with Christ
Is to surely run
To know the journey’s just begun
To run and run and never tire
To soar with wings and ever higher
To dwell with Christ
Is to surely roam
We’ll never settle till we’re home
Pilgrim saints along the way
Ever closer every day
The paradoxes that we find
In Christ alone renews the mind
The way that seems so right to man
Is opposite to our God’s plan
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He who walks upon the sea of tears.
Posted by appolus on April 18, 2021
A poem for all the people who grew up in less than perfect households . He who walks upon the sea of tears. I am fragile I can be broken Broken by the words spoken Can't you see your words are clawing me apart? Can't you see how you're crushing my heart? How my heart longed to hear warm words spoken To be warm and whole and not to be broken Why didn't you just reach out and touch me? And cover me and hold me in love. The broken child in you Now breaks the child that you can see Two broken children collide Only wanting to be free I am fragile I can be broken Broken by the words left unspoken And this brokenness is now a void in me That is deeper and wider than the deepest sea What can fix a broken heart? And fill this vast expanse in me What can fill an endless void? That's deeper than the deepest sea So many tears, enough to fill an ocean Shed by all the children, broken A Saviour comes and walks upon this sea of tears He calms the stormy sea and quells the fears I have come to mend the broken heart To heal the wounds where you were torn apart I have come to set the captive free To dry up every tear that fills the deepest sea I hold the universe in the palm of my hand I cause the blind to see and the lame to stand And all the stars in the heavens, I know them all by name And I will touch you and you shall never be the same The words I speak they are life and they are love I know every sparrow that falls from above I created the sun and the moon and the pouring rain I still the stormy seas and I take away the pain Come and bring your emptiness to me And I will fill you with a love that's deeper than the sea Come all you that are broken and contrite And I will heal you and set you free this night And so I came and took my Saviour's hand Out of the pit on the solid Rock I stand A broken heart replaced and reconciled Standing whole and new, I am my Father's child And every word spoken, they are life to me Your love and Your kindness, they have set me free And by thy Spirit my eternity is sealed And by thy love my broken heart was healed.
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That Still, Small Voice.
Posted by appolus on April 18, 2021
There is a voice that penetrates the veil, that pierces the darkness of my flesh and my mind. It is amazing how something so still and so gentle, can be heard above all the noise. In a storm it is almost impossible to hear anything, as the mind is tossed by wave after wave of thoughts that comes crashing down. Then suddenly through it all, through the darkness of the storm, comes a piercing shaft of light that illuminates a treacherous sea. Life and light has penetrated darkness and death. The still small voice of God almighty says “peace be still,” and the wind ceases and suddenly there is great calm. Thank you Father for that still, small voice that rescues me.
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That still small voice.
Posted by appolus on April 11, 2021
Ride and ride with all your might
Push the horse into the night
Towards the dawn that’s straight ahead
Fleeing darkness fleeing dread
I have swam in violent seas of chaos
I have been caught in the lightning storms of life
Pushing mighty boulders up perpetual hills
I have baked in the sun and shivered naked with the chills
I have been a starving man
With my nose pressed against the window pane
I have wrestled with this world and sanity
And know something of what it means to be insane
And now I listen to the silence
Tis a table before me fit for a King
A glorious feast of beauty and peace
An immovable Spirit dwelling deep within
And in this silence where there is no noise
Can you hear it? Can you hear that still small voice?
A feast indeed to a starving man
To remember in your heart where it all began
In Christ alone I stand or fall
Tis a starving man who can’t hear His call
His silence His peace tis manna to my soul
For distractions and noise surely take their toll
Till there’s nothing left but a valley of dry bones
And tortured men with hearts full of stones
Starving and dying and withering away
They have long since forgotten how to listen and pray
Oh Christendom how often I would gather you in
Away from the world with its noise and its din
Those who can hear, in that day they shall stand
In the beauty of silence in the palm of My hand.
God is calling, He is calling today
Learn how to listen, to listen and pray
Distractions must cease and an end to all noise
Till once more you hear that still small voice.
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From the valley to the glory.
Posted by appolus on April 8, 2021
How many times can a heart be broken How many tears have to fall How many times do I have to forgive Or perhaps not forgive at all When my steps grow tired and weary And my sleep has vanished in the night How can I go on living day by day And not simply give up the fight Where can I find the strength to go on When it seems I have lost my way How can I lift my head from the pillow Even if it’s for just for one more day Then all of a sudden I know He is here My waiting has not been in vain He comes to me through the fire and the flood Through the heartache and through the pain And suddenly I have the strength to carry on I rise up on the wings of His love Who knew I would rise o'r this valley of death And find myself far far above. I soar on the glorious splendor of Love On the wings of the eagle I fly I feast on the banquet He prepares for me As I revel in the endless sky There is a place where the setting Son Merges sky and endless sea, A place where different worlds collide A place where you and I are free. In God alone we find this place, Where everything else is stripped away And there I look into your face Where endless sky meets ocean spray Will you sail beyond horizons In endless seas of blue Will you fly in boundless skies above You can as long as you are true.
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If I could
Posted by appolus on March 22, 2021
If you ever had a time when you know you have fallen short? You thought you had traveled a thousand miles and you come upon a tree and you know you have seen that tree before which means , that it seems, that you are right back where you started. Your spirit is wearied that it shall never be done with this flesh that envelopes us and is an anchor to our soul, that always impedes us. You just want to stretch your hands to the heavens and say “here I am Lord, take me into the beauty of your holiness,” and your spirit weeps. I wrote this poem/song as I mourned the fact that apart from spirit, I am also flesh and blood and my spirit longs to be away.
If I could If I could fly into Your sunset I would If I could dive into your Ocean I would If I could, If I could, If I could I would. If I could be swallowed up in your majesty I would If I could eternally drown in your Glory I would If I could, If I could, If I could I would If I could look into your face and never look away I would If I could fall into your Arms forever and a day I would If I could , If I could, If I could I would If I could fall with the day when the day is done I would If I could rise again upon the rays of the rising sun I would If I could, If I could , If I could I would..............go.
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The path that has no footsteps.
Posted by appolus on March 14, 2021
My friend Tom shared with me the other day the first two lines of this poem. He said he wanted to pursue the path that has no footsteps which would lead to places he has not been. I told him I was going to steal that line and write a poem based on it 🙂 So here it is with the proper attribution to my brother in the Lord, Tom who is in his late 70s and still wants to pursue the Lord with all of his heart.
The path that has no footsteps.
The path that has no footsteps
Leads to places I have not been
It is the mystery of our walk with God
To walk the path that is not seen
Who can know what lies before us
For our future remains untold
It rests in the hand of God alone
Trust in Him is our stronghold
Your life in Christ it has no chart
No compass can ever point the way
There is no map you can rely on
Only trust in Him for every day
There is no one can lead you forward
No man can craft your way ahead
Christ alone is the road we travel
He is the narrow path we tread
How exciting is this journey
That has brought us here thus far
The Holy Spirit goes before us
He is our Rock our true North Star
Lead us on oh Lord forever
Until our path comes to an end
Then we shall cross the Jordon river
And from this world we shall transcend.
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This life and all the ages.
Posted by appolus on March 7, 2021
When every golden sunsets
And sunrises melt as one
By the fervent heat of your majesty
And the glory of your Son
There forms a golden ocean
As vast as the skies above
Where ambient waves of worship
Consume us in your love
Oh carry us across this sea
To the horizon and beyond
Make as one as thou art one
In a glorious mystical bond
When sea and sky and heaven too
Collide at the end of the age
May we be found as one with you
Our names written upon your page
This book of life is opened
And the ink is clearly red
Tis from the veins of Emmanuel
From the hands and feet that bled
This life and all the ages
Shall bow down and worship you
A new heaven and new earth are born
They are surely born anew.
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My one desire.
Posted by appolus on February 18, 2021
This is my one desire Lord, my bright and morning star
That I might never linger, but come to where your are
To press on in to you, until you come into my view
And know you as you are, ever faithful ever true
You are my shining star, which ever leads me on
You are my blessed hope, when all my hope is gone
You are my very sanity, my reason to exist
The power that ever flows through me, the power to resist
This world is ever lost to me, with all its shining lights
A loss that truly set me free, on you I’ve set my sights
Now every day I walk with thee, it is my one desire
To sing the praises of my Lord, to join your heavenly choir
I rejoice here at your altar, I heard your altar call
And I who lived in vanity, now gladly give my all
I wonder at thy glorious grace, that alone has set me free
And the fact that all along, it was right there in front of me
The brightness of your majesty, I can barely handle
It renders the sun above, to but a lowly flickering candle
The vast expanse of ocean to but a single shallow tear
Your glory covers all the earth and consumes the atmosphere
I am completely swallowed up, by one who once was far
You are my Lord, Emmanuel, my bright and morning star
This soul that once was lifeless,now you have set on fire
To walk with you forevermore, this is my one desire
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This is my desire!
Posted by appolus on February 12, 2021
This is my desire Lord, my bright and Morning star. To come to where you are, not to linger from afar but to press on in to you. Outside of thy presence is to wander in an aimless world that has purpose without any true purpose. You are my shining north star that ever leads me on. my hope when hope is gone, my reason to exist, my power to resist. This world with all its shining lights is forever lost to me, a loss that has set me free, taken from forever nights to walk with you in the cool of the day.
To thee I have given my all, you were my altar and I heard you call. And now I wonder at the grace that set me free, and marvel that one so blind can actually see what was there all along right in front of me, thy glorious face. The brightness of thy expression renders the sun to but a flickering candle in the wind. The vast expanse of ocean to but a single tear when thou art near. Consumed by one who once was far, my Lord my God my bright and Morning Star.
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You supplied it all.
Posted by appolus on February 7, 2021
I thank you for the living waters
You poured upon the fires of hell
I thank you that you came and died
And in the dying broke sins spell
I thank you for the rising Lord
Now death itself has no more sting
And in the rising you raised me up
My Lord, my God my eternal King
I thank you for ascension Lord
When you arose and took your seat
Now I lift my eyes to where you are
One with you I’m now complete
I thank you for the glory Lord
Your majesty it knows no bounds
A magnificent scene surrounds your throne
It’s filled with joy and glorious sounds
Praise you for the living waters
Praise you that you came and died
Praise you for the Blood that cleanses
Praise you for all that you’ve supplied.
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