I've got some reading for you: How 'bout dat? [ uh english please! how about that]
So strong it brings many to their knees, so gripping it leaves one empty.
Like water it fills a well but leaves it dry with thirst. It is demanding.
Like a story that can never be told, a story that that can never be expressed.A story that has incredible power that only the witnesses can dream of retelling. It is unexplainable. It carves out one's heart, it is like a strong wind, it is so big, it is so un-describe-able, how can it ever be put into words? It bursts through walls of iron as if they were made of feathers: It can not be stopped. Some maybe afraid of its rising tide, but I am not. It is so un-contain-able, yes so very terrible, words can not express the thunder of its coming, or the pin drop silence that place when the Master comes, when the hem of the His robe brushes a human's heart, the burning desire for Him that only He can awake. The beauty of its voice. The great honor of of its calling. The immense power, the huge-ness. The GRACE!!. The vastness. It crushes the universe with blinding light. It is so mysterious, it leaves the watcher in tears.To see this is an incredible honor, that can be seen... for free!
It is not to be taken lightly, it takes the broken, the unqualified, the outcast, the shamed and shunned. It takes their pain away, such a beautiful release, such undeserved grace.It can't be compared to anything ....ever. Without a price!
It pulls, it tugs, it unravels an adventure, takes the elderly over mountains the children over seas.It falls like rain. Those in its rising flood, turn to those in the desert "Won't you come?! Taste of the rain! Feel the surge of the water! Wade into its unfathomed depths.
Drown in the swells! Here you fear nothing, you need not bring anything except yourselves. Be prepared to change in strange ways.
Oh, sink in the waters of love!"
For it is love that topples many, that sweeps through and leaves one longing for more.Love that tells a story that can never be retold, it craves out the heart with longing; it drives like the wind, it is so large, one can easily lose oneself. Love flies through
every defense. Some are afraid of its changing powers, but the ones who have tasted aren't, no one should, the love is un-hate-able.
Love can never be captured, yet it was nailed to a tree, it is so terrible, terribly magnificent. From the nails blood ran, like water; love can never be stopped. The sweetness of love's voice whispers "Father...forgive"
Without love the earth trembles and breaks mourning its loss to the skies that have lost all color, all light, all stars and moon.
Sweltering blackness has fallen. All suffocates in its thick tangible flow. All can that be seen is a trickle of blood , the trickle of life
the trickle of love ... dying.
Frigid tensions run through the skies agonizing groans ripple through the earth, the surface between is paralysed with fear.
For three risings of the sun the world os empty of life, is stripped of its essence. The earth cries out in grief. The people are the only ones unaware that the universe is in its death throws. They wake on their Sabbat to worship a dead love.
In another world love enters. A kingdom black, heavy, soaked in evil. A place where blood is the water. A place that has never known love. A place reeking with hate, murder. A place where the sun was too scared to rise... the land of fear.
Then like the ripping of curtains, like the crashing of thunder, like a fork of lighting. Love enters, the first rays of its liberating dawn span across a wasted landscape. A delightful aroma arises like steam. Darkness flees, things begin to grow, the sewers of blood vanish. Life has arrived. In the middle of this land is a towering mountain atop of this is an empty pool, Love lands on the east side of this, the angel of light [ The devil was an angel + most people wouldn't listen to something devil-ish looking I picture him like so:] with dark blood dripping from his hands, the prince of darkness, crouches on the other side. Into the pool bright blood pours: flowing from the one named Love. The dark Prince trembles and hands Love an ancient looking pair of keys.
"Love" leaves the land. Darkness returns.
On earth it is the hours before light. The weary earth will yet again see a lifeless sun rise, the plants will another day suffocate
with its dying presence. Yet the people are unaware that this day the curtain will tear, that from this day the earth will never be the same again. And yet shepherds lie by their sheep and kings by their treasure -sleeping!
The sky lightens to a deep purple. A breeze blows across the earth. The trees, plants waters and oceans stir beneath its power.
The wind carries a secret; a promise of change.
And then light, blinding light, rips across the land. You can almost hear the universe laughing with unimaginable joy. The ocean dance frenzied dances of happiness,the earth rumbles with delight and the sky shouts out its pleasure. The very air jumps with excitement.
Love has returned!
It's still hear, right now. Unknown to most is its power, its force and its name: Jesus.
Some are still in the desert of darkness, some are still slaves to another world to a dark force.
Few are in the rain of love, few feel its strong insistent pull.But it is there for anyone should they just see what
"love" has done for them and repent of their sins, freedom is there, joy is there, peace is there for the broken who ask
So what think you?
Impatiently awaiting your comments
-Tiffany
