silvastrings

A messenger from above whispers softly, "Follow the Christ" A tormentor from below screams loudly, though his voice is not heard, just seen in our every day ramblings, and rushing, and going to and fro to build and collect and invest, yet never to rest. "Follow the Christ" - those words are so intriguing, yet confusing sometimes i must admit. Yet nothing is more sacred, nothing more true, for all other paths lead to death. Every choice, every step, albeit small, says something of our destination. So in the end, let our final cry not be, how did i get here to this lonesome grave, but 'Hallelujah to King, the one who me has

Wandering through the desert. Endless sand, An abundant golden highway of vast expanse. A mountain range, a dry terrain of a different kind, reaching up to the heavens. A holy walk for Moses, sacred ground beneath him, as he leaves Israel behind, on that blessed day when he met with God. Same scene, some time later, Israel had exchanged the Glory of God for the worship of an idol. Commandments smashed, thousands killed, but Moses seeks God's face again. This time deeper, unrelenting for anything less than the Glory of God. A lone trek up the mountain of God. An appointment with a King, exclusive contact. An audience of one, both ways. The Glo

Alone, cold, I'm broken, But Jesus I know when your name is spoken, The darkness flees, To hide from Thee. I know I'm a sinner, In need of your grace and forgiveness Each morning I rise, I come to your throne. In deep humiliation, I reach out my hands for your salvation, I give you my life. Like you gave yours for mine. And Jesus I've seen your hand Work in my life And I know that you will answer When I seek your face Now I seek your face The rain falls around me, I'm longing to see your glory surrounding, Your Holy throne. My heart is your home. I close my eyes and whisper, A prayer in your name I know you're listenin