Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Her Promised Man

Her Promised Man

Covered in mercy and walking in grace, 
He is a man of valor, strength and purpose. 
This is the man she loves.
With steady feet, strong arms and a focused brow,
Solutions and promotions become the handiwork of such determination.
With eyes that pierce through the visible,
He exposes the mystery of the unseen.
This man has enchanted her eyes.
Captured by the love of God, 
He is a man of passion,
A vessel fashioned by the hand of The Potter.
His character is etched into his very design.
He is established by the divine workings of His past, present and future.
This is the one for whom she was molded.
He clothes himself with righteousness.
He embraces truth and purity.
He has an ear for the weak and lonely.
A burden for the unjust gives birth to his vision for justice.
No longer content with compromise and complacency,
He contends for the moral conviction of this generation.
This is the man her soul seeks.
There is a wind that drives him,
A violent wind wrecking all that seeks to hold him back.
This man will stand with the likes of David and Solomon,
He will walk with the faith of Abraham and encounter the favor of Daniel.
Weighty is the purpose upon his shoulder,
But strong and fortifying is the woman given to him.
Virtuous in all her ways, He will be praised because of her.
Rich is the inheritance he leaves and blessed are the generations behind him.
This is her promised man.
Together they will stand, unshakable and unchanging 
Upon The Rock that is their foundation. 

Monday, February 4, 2013

I Will Press On

I awoke from a dream a few nights ago in which God was explaining to me the season that I have been in and while contemplating that dream I began to pen this poem:
 
I Will Press On
I look about me and see a storm raging.
I look within me and feel a fire roaring.
I look toward the heavens and see my Father smiling.
With a gaze into His eyes, I press onward.
I press on, through this raging storm;
For I know it is only the Devil's tantrum.
I press on, allowing this fire within me to roar;
For this is the sound of the Lion of the Tribe of Judah!
He is taking territory within me.
Yes, I will press onward.
The storm may rage but the Lion is roaring!
In the midst of this blazing fire within me,
There is a peace I have found and a promise gained:
What is blazing within me will consume me,
Explode through me,
Quench that which surrounds me,
And ignite those that come to me!
Yes, I WILL press on!