I say who
Who?
Who is?
Who is the king?
Who is the king of your heart?
Marching hands
Tick Tock
Time stamped
Memories…receipts
Misdirected…disoriented
Lost currency
Who is the king?
Who is the king of your heart?
I say who
Who?
Who is?
Who is the king?
Who is the king of your heart?
Mirror, mirror
Are you the fairest
On these social walls
Blue light disruption
Highs and lows
Wavelength influence
Who is the king?
Who is the king of your heart?
All Hail
All Hail
To the king of your heart
He will take
He will take it all
In the forefront
Of quiet times
The days left
Heartbeats…relationships
Priorities
Bloated expectations
Who is the king?
Who is the king of your heart?
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Because you love me
Oh Jesus, my King
My Rallying Call
Hold the line
Your word drawn high
Breaking dawn
Victorious horizon
A Kingdom revealed
Because you love me
Oh Jesus, my King
My rallying call
Hold the line
Your word drawn high
Sin pierced your flesh
Love pierced my heart
Courage to renew
Because you love me
Oh Jesus, my King
My rallying call
Hold the line
Your word drawn high
Shape me in your armor
Spirit advance
Across my lost territory
Because you love me
Oh Jesus, my King
My rallying call
Hold the line
Your word drawn high
Strength renewed
Footholds crumble
Strongholds fall in your light
I took inspiration from 2 Chronicles 2:11(ESV), which says:"Then Hiram the king of Tyre answered in a letter that he sent to Solomon, "Because the LORD loves his people, he has made you king over them."
Skip Heitzig's commentary on this verse Ignited idea for this poem.
'And let's just apply that to our lives. Because God loves you, He put King Jesus over your life. That's how much He loves you. You're a Christian and you're chosen, selected before the foundation of the world for Jesus to be your King, because He loves you. He has made Jesus King over you.'
Reflecting on my own life, I realize how often I've tried to make something or someone else my king. Only to end up in this never ending cycle of retreating and losing ground. The Rallying Call, expresses my heart's cry: Because He loves me, Oh Jesus, my King, I can rally and move forward past the strongholds in my life but not by my strength but by his. Contrary to popular portrayals, Jesus is not a weak loving hippie. He is a Victorious King, He's been to the darkest depths we could ever face, meets us there, and offers rescue. All we must do is ask.
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Wandering in the darkness, now, that is something that might not normally be considered a good thing in most situations. However, for this particular night along the Cape Hatteras National Seashore, the conditions were perfect to see the Hatteras Lighthouse share its light, as it’s done for more than one hundred years, even after being moved further inland in recent times. With the location and the weather cooperating, the stage is set for experimenting with astrophotography.
As I wait for my camera timer to finish one of many long exposures I will attempt this night, it is easy to get caught up in nature's sound machine of steady waves breaking on the shore. The directed luminous beam from the lighthouse makes its rotation over and over again across the horizon, leading my eyes to the emergence of a vast spectacle across the dark sky. This dense twinkling of constellations and galaxies is not always visible to the naked eye with the light pollution I am accustomed to back home, where the city and streetlights hide their beauty. It has always struck me as odd to associate the word light with a word like pollution, yet with the circumstance of a washed-out sky, it becomes easy to forget there is so much more to see outside our atmosphere.
People have long used the stars to aid in navigation from one place to another, but what if these pinholes of light were the stepping stones of a path to something or someone much larger? If I take clues from the Bible, each star is hung in the sky (Job 9:9), counted, and named (Psalm 147:4) by a creator whose glory is set above the heavens. (Psalm 8:1) Yet it is very easy to miss this divine signature behind a cloak of storm clouds or from the glow of man-made light, where the contrast is lost, beauty is made bland, and perhaps the sense of danger is lessened.
How many warnings from the Lightkeeper can be rejected to further linger in the darkness or be ignored before running aground only to sink deeper into a foundation that was never meant to cradle? How small must one's faith be to land and be broken on his shore, to know that the shadows of sin and doubt that loom behind have been overcome? Nights like tonight bring me closer to the God of Light (1 John 1:5), who not only makes a way for each step but also walks each step with me.
