So I was flying home for Christmas and as I was looking outside of the window to the GORGEOUS clouds this was put on my heart and I just wrote it out and though it doesn't rhyme or anything I kinda like it. I haven't really edited it at all, but here it is.
The Proof Is Surrounding You 12/18/10
You say "I have not seen God."
That "There is no proof, or mark."
I would say that's rather strange
I see Him every day, His wonders evident.
Have you not seen that clouds,
Tossing, shaping, twisting and swirling into patterns?
Rolling like the waves,
He whispers "Do you not see?"
Have you not felt the rain,
Falling, misting, pouring and sprinkling, covering the land with dew?
Bringing life from above,
He whispers "Can't you feel?"
Have you not smelled the fields,
Flowers, grass, trees and bushes?
They sway and spread their unique colors and scents,
He whispers "Have you not smelled?"
Have you not tasted the morsels,
Honey, herbs, spices, and oils?
Their taste a subtle hint of His perfection and sweetness,
He whispers "Aren't you tasting it?"
Have you not heard the sounds,
Wind, birds, music, and laughter?
Each reflecting His almighty yet still voice,
He whispers "How do you not hear it?"
We walk around the world, every day surrounded by His wonders and creation,
But, our senses have been sealed with the scales of The Serpent.
We see his view,
War, death, and destruction,
He hisses "See"
We feel his brutality,
Bites, pains, and sorrow,
He hisses "Feel"
We smell his scent,
Vile, putrid, and filthy,
He hisses "Smell"
We taste his stinging flavor,
Poison, drunkenness, and bitterness,
He hisses "Taste"
We hear his voice,
Lies, hate, and abuse,
He hisses "Listen"
As you stumble around in the dark, you are blind to the beauty.
You scratch and tear at your eyes, skin, nose, mouth and ears.
As you bleed, hopeless and futile, you resound the the devious lies, oblivious to the truth.
"This is just how life is."
As you are pulled by the chains of death, coiled around you, your heart is pulled another way.
You scream, cry out and grasp, you feel as though the tug has nothing on the other end...
"It's useless" You resound again and again.
You cannot break loose from the slippery chains, covered in scales of death...It's all over...
But wait...!
"Come, Beloved, come. I AM who I AM, I AM real, I AM the truth, I AM revealed"
This whisper pierces and breaks through the darkness.
You feel the grip loosen, the chains are slipping off.
Clink
A scale has fallen off. You see the bit of His light, the mere glimpse is overwhelming.
Clink
There falls another. You feel a warmth, a touch that soothes you to hope filled tears.
Clink
Another falls to the ground. You smell His fragrance, sweet and pure you fall down in awe.
Clink
Yet another falls. As your mouth now resounds the truth and is filled with the taste of holiness itself. As you praise, the taste gets more potent.
Clink
The whisper comes again as the scales are shedding off. The voice overwhelms you.
"Be free in me, my Bride, my Child."
The warmth is different now....
A liquid, red and warm?
It trickles down the scales, turning their blackened and scarlet design into ashes.
Underneath them, pure white now shines on your skin.
You hear the serpent bellows in retreat, in haste, and fury.
The clatter of past scales falling off echoes as you are released.
Now, your senses are true.
Do you now see it Him?
Can you now feel Him?
Have you now breathed Him in?
Are you now tasting His goodness?
How does His voice sound now?
As you seek, you will find.
As you look, you will see.
Do not settle for scales, when you can have robes of glory.
Do not say, "There is no proof", when it is all around.
God shows Himself to you everyday, weather you look or not.
But the choice is yours.
Are you willing to break the "Normal"
And draw close to the "Reality"
I know He is real.
And as I seek, I realize it more.
HE IS REAL
Will you join the search?
So there it is! I know I have bad grammar and all.
A lot of this is scriptural, but I'll leave it up to you to find them ;)
Keeping the faith,
-C.A.M
Thank you. I really needed this today. . . (=)
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