dedication of the homager

I met you once in the voice of another.
Drawn forth from the crowd,
I confessed your Name to others
and pledged a subjective allegiance to You because You had taken me (July 7, 2005).
I knew then, and I know now, that You are a Great King who will have and take what is rightly Yours. Then in fear and in love I came to You and knelt before the throne to recieve an apt grace because you placed my time of desperation upon me. The decision was made and my heart was cleansed. I loved, and love You still, though many lies have sought me out and ravaged the strength of my mind and soul. In those moments you came in order to bring bondage and freedom in Truth (in You).

I remember such wonderful Grace which turned me to You and girded me with a calling and a purpose (January 27, 2007). I remember again and unite myself to that which was given and to Him who gave it. I love You Lord!

I am enlivened in Christ's death, why then do I behave as if I can keep my life and love Yours all the same? For by You, we are sown in the earth in order to die and bear much fruit. Expurgate this man from the letters of the page.

Merciful Lord, my existence warrants Your destruction. I call forth Your wrath with every ungodly word spilling forth from my lips (my heart is an ignoble thing). But You give me reason to hope because Your patience is great and You love is from the foundation of the world. As I have been cleansed by Jesus, so let me live for Him. I place my paltry existence in Your hands; do with me as You will, Great King. I remember Your mercy and so I come and confess my sin. Now Lord, as You lived, so let me live. For I know well that no slave is greater than his Master. Amen.

Expurgate

Have you ever lived in a tired dream?
What is man but an entity thrust into a second darkness (to be, or not to be).
The human race walks on and on at a recalcitrant rate between the finite and infinite,
standing in constant movement as a smoldering wreckage of possibility.
Eo ipso, the race of man is a tired dream and will be the contorted possession of good and evil!
Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit.
Lord of Glory set us apart for You by the power of Your sanctity.
Expurgate this man for and by the fires of Your holiness.
Let me stand alone by Your will, for You.
Amen.

The Design

Go to the Holy King and take from His hand the love He offers you. Feed the Sheep.
That which you measure will be measured unto you. And this is His command, that you do all things justly, love to show mercy, and walk in complete lowliness with your King. As He has done for you, so will to do for others.

I love You, Lord. Let my actions be bound to this phrase.

Devotion (return)

Love Him as you once loved.
Love Him with sincere tenderness and devotion.
Wait for Him as those watch for morning;
Yes, wait for Him as surely as the morning.
Speak to Him as a child speaks to his Father.
Hold to His Word in sincerity without confliction.
You are His possession, His workmanship for good works.
You are created anew by the redemptive blood of Jesus.
Because You forgive, my Lord, I fear You.

For the Weary

Open your doors and let Him in.
Let Him into your hearts and houses.
For Jesus lies downtrodden in the street again.
Sprawled out in hunger, thirst, nakedness; Your Lord is estranged and in prison.
Spring of Eternal love for the loveless, today remain.
Let us take you into our lives, you who carries the world's disdain.

Sanctus Est

Life, death, and infinite breath.
You, shiny eyes in sockets of universal black.
Look down to us now, and speak of another.
Tell us again of hope in our despair.