December 6^th 2004

 A Parallel World

Walking in the garden in the cool of the day;

   Each morning, hearing Your voice;

Is a man that’s alive; That You’ve justified;

   Who willingly makes You his choice;

Securely knowing that Your Word is true;

   That his times are in Your Hands;

And You’ll only lead him into all that You’ve said,

   even though he may not understand...

With every facet of Your jeweled thinking,

   as you direct him along his way;

You really are forming Your mind in his,

   while he hears what You say today. 

In this parallel world, as my spirit is walking,

   (my feet moving now, on this earth)

doing all We’ve been talking throughout the whole day;

   And We give called fantasy birth.

The Lie’s eyes so delight in infirmity,

   Promoting age and decay;

Most often I’ve responded with urgency

   to help him along in his way.

So swiftly undone, so I run to Our garden

   and Your  forming continues in me;

Our path becomes clearer; Purposes re-established

   with the power of Your love that I see...

to persuade dead men of their foolish thinking;

   that they have been trapped in a lie;

Without Your instructions, they have become lord

   and in that condition they will die.

Some things have become exceedingly clear;

   On the battlefield, without Your gear,

is to foolishly suffer annihilation,

   when I won’t take the time for Your explanation.

Your words won’t change things until you believe

   what I am telling you now;

Keep on meeting Me here, in the cool of the day

   and I will reveal to you how...

with My persuasion, you won’t be just talking;

   Your conclusion will be:

         A new man is walking!!!