Excerpt from the Prophet Song

"Sunset in the Sky"

I wrote this poem while on an airplane. It was my first time ever flying so for some this might be a common sight but for me it was completely new and amazing. I was over the ocean and above the clouds when the sun was setting. I was traveling west so it made the sunset linger a bit, which was fine for me. I was amazed at how beautiful it was and I was meditating upon the Lord and His creation. These were the words that followed.

From the other side of heaven I watch the setting of the sun,
Descending upon the clouds in burgundy and blaze...
I look upon the layers of seas asking
"Was this meant to be?"
Knowing in this place of heights the depths are seconds away.

Beauty of beauties never seen before in the richness of Your light,
It's glory illuminating the silouette of a wing in which to rest.
Becoming lavender and quickly fading...
Then suddenly burning bright,
On which take flight and by which might?
Under the shadow of which wing?
Chasing day-becoming night,
A resting solitude.

They open up the winds of change awaiting all the stars,
The hope of glory-a twinkling light,
Among the rising of a coming night.

I see and foretell the beauty and glory,
Of becoming a light among the darkness.
By which I pen with unsteady hands,
Watching the beauty of this setting sun...
~On the other side of the heavens~
A seed of light-breathtaking proclamation,
The fading brightness, a most beautiful righteousness...
~For those on the other side of heaven~

Chasing, chasing, chasing the sun...
Like a thief it rises behind you!

The clouds are my new horizon.

This is a song I wrote about two years ago. The words came into my mind today so I picked up my guitar and gave it a play. I haven't played it in quite some time so it was a bit 'rusty', but the Lord really ministered to my heart and I wanted to share it on my site. I wish I could put it on the site as audio... (if I can figure that out or get a link I will). Though it is introspective and melancholy, this is a song about beauty, hence the title of this song; Something Beautiful. I'm not sure that most people will get its true meaning, but I felt as though it might minister to some hearts as it has mine. In a world that provides plenty of opportunities to see the negative things and the brokeness that is all around, this song comes from an experience where the Lord took me from that place and has shown me beauty amongst a dying world. Even so it is dying, for this comes from the curse, Jesus will restore all things and in this we have an eternal hope. There will be a time when we will not have to cry out because of despair or affliction, but as we do now, the Lord looks upon us and sees the most beautiful thing to Him... and this is the love that is cultivated between you and Jesus even in the darkest times of your life. If there is any lesson that can come from a song like this, let it be that in all things God can bring life, restoration, and He can make all things beautiful.

'Something Beautiful'

Hope has become my obsession in a world colored gray by the blood of those already dead,
but I still see something beautiful… Life.
Like a willow tree on a river bank, sad because it strived to the top-
now reaching to the bottom, thirsty for its younger days closer to the water…
‘Yeah’ I reach for the water too. Its always low, humbled, sad,
But I still see something beautiful.

Chorus: Colors ranging from the bland to the vivid,
Paint the portrait of my dreams and my affections on a fading sky
Calling to the nighttime beauty that’s ‘black and white’,
And it opens up my heart.

This life is sometimes passionate, always beautiful.
This life will always overcome… everyday is new, we find they come and they fade away,
Calling us to live each moment- call upon the heavens, “open up to my heart”-
Leaving me a child cause they always see so pure… that’s what I want to be.

*Chorus*

Reality is a wrecking ball that tears down the walls we’ve built upon our pride-
so may it fall like rain… maybe we’ll see the dew of humility in the morning,
Giving hope to the new day that we’ll always have a second chance-
Until we’ve lived our last day under this sun with all the clouds and rain,
Praying for the beautiful to come.

*Chorus*
We are children of a casualty set free by the blood of the King on that Holy day…
There’s something beautiful about a man that gives His life for us.

Excerpt from "the Prophet Song"

"The Flame"

Dwell beside the flame.

Beneath the stars, nearby a stream

the gentle blow of wind breathes an all embracing breath...

Rushing waters crash upon the rocks,

filling the air with perpetual music.

Peacfull holiness dwelling all around,

mark the heart with resting solitude.

Few moments are given unless we seek them

to give thanks for the beauty beheld by our senses.

All creation cries with the whole of their being,

even the sky and all its wonder...

Let nature tell you the story of life,

our given right to give thanks to our Maker.

His beauty and splendor are greater than the oceans,

higher than the stars...

deeper than our thoughts.

No greater joy more rewarding than thanks,

God is not a God created.

Dwell beside His flame.