bits of coloured thread purple scarlet blues I can recognise Jesus knows when one Spoggy falls to the ground soft under foot I trod found one & then two poor wee things fragile lifeless the old tree crashing down crushing them in the night roots bared unable to sustain branches leaves trunk all amass fallen – timberrr! don’t worry about tomorrow tomorrow will have enough troubles of it’s own I look back at yesterday Maggie was picking up Pedro hair soft comforting for babies bed – oh my heart – Jesus knows –
the curtain has been torn down the middle – at His death – at the Cross – we know too – we know what Jesus knows –
and the curtain [of the Holy of Holies] of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom Mark 15:38 Today we have a secret place – Way better overrides the old place –
MOREOVER, YOU shall make the tabernacle with ten curtains of fine twined linen and blue and purple and scarlet [stuff] with cherubim skillfully embroidered shall you make them Exodus 26:1 &
Jesus takes us into the Holy of Holies place – my secret
by this fresh (new) and living way which He initiated and dedicated and opened for us through the separating curtain (veil of the Holy of Holies) that is through His flesh
and since we have [such] a great and wonderful and noble Priest [Who rules] over the house of God
let us all come forward and draw near with true (honest and sincere) hearts in unqualified assurance and absolute conviction engendered by faith (by that leaning of the entire human personality on God in absolute trust and confidence in His power wisdom and goodness) having our hearts sprinkled and purified from a guilty (evil) conscience and our bodies cleansed with pure water
So let us seize and hold fast and retain without wavering the hope we cherish and confess and our acknowledgement of it for He Who promised is reliable (sure) and faithful to His word – Hebrews 10:20-23 & so you see? He – Jesus – makes a way for you for me
He knows wants us to know the glories of His riches in grace – even one Spoggy
are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father but even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore you are of more value than many sparrows
-Matthew 10:29-31 (ESV)
The following words are extracted from Ellen Meyer (my great grandmother) from the ‘story of her life’ She has written a wonderful story beginning with her conversion at 18 years – into Jesus – at a Henry Varley (well known evangelist at that time) meeting & further she describes trials & travels moving house numerous times to end up in Ashbourne SA. Ellen is 70 when she writes of the wonders miracles joys friendships love over the years with her family – her husband & 10 children. She brings the Lord & His Word into the story all the time – it is a very precious piece of writing . Henry Meyer my great grandfather left a diary – very personal words revealing a sin conscious man who desired to live for the Lord too. He was actually a part time preacher. I have incorporated both works into a small booklet. I have distributed some to family members as The Lord led. I’m thinking now that perhaps I might look at turning it into an e book but I will wait on God’s timing & open doors for that. But for now I felt led to write out just this little bit – it’s about death – but it shows how death should be for a believer – not to be feared – it is a mere re-entry into Life with God forever & ever & ever …
“Whilst at Happy Valley my husband’s sister was taken very ill so ill the doctor said she was in consumption. She came to live with us & it was indeed precious to have her. She lived the Christ like life & in death she was triumphant. Her death bed I shall never forget, as we stood around her bedside she Oh I can see Heavenly Father & the Lord Jesus by Him. My dear husband broke down & wept, he felt so happy. It really did not seem like death. It just seemed as if she were passing from us into eternal regions of splendor & we were allowed to go to the threshold with her.”
… whooh I’m feelin’ the Holy Spirit as I read over these precious precious words – do you see that?! Henry’s sister saw Jesus by the Heavenly Father – just before she passed on! for real GOD IS – REAL – now come on anyone one who reads this come on if you don’t know Jesus by now call upon His name quick smart! coz – He is TRUE!
Revelation 4:1 AFTER THIS I looked, and behold, a door standing open in heaven! And the first voice which I had heard addressing me like [the calling of] a war trumpet said, Come up here, and I will show you what must take place in the future …
the immensity of Heaven is too great for me – I will go to Him – many dreams He opens my eyes to see His landscape from the air high up I search His panorama zooming now my arms outstretched I’m all powerful His Breathe – & me – I can fly the sky so blue I can see the hills rolling visions that motion to the mountains get up far far away let the rivers let the creeks flow flow on further living waters You have eternal reaches to reach I don’t know what matter of time it would take for me to get there through the valleys bridges gullies ridges flying is easy here I can walk the country too I haven’t yet – I prophesy trails – warming wondrous sunny paths beside green pastures I ask for wildflowers birds colours please & children many many children for Your sake Lord Jesus thank You I come to You as a child take my hand Lord Jesus sometimes – & tell me parables of Your love – vibrant & pure I see the gardens there are cultivated respectful unique to men’s desires – you can in Heaven – & into His vista afar I’m in flight still & from birds eye view – the word agate comes to mind when I want to explain I see whole cities of castles with turrets aspiring to steeples emanating white light transparency calling from His Cross Way at the top God lives There – I can visit Him some days I quiver at the thought – He is too magnificent for me – He loves me – as Jesus – I am comforted consoled now -God is attainable I can reach Him I am worthy I can go to His House His Castle I shall knock on His Door can you imagine I am breathless my heart is excited I shall knock – in due time – He knows me inside out He let’s me wander His countries His cities He has a mansion for me to rest in to live in He is with me in Spirit I peer from my mansion window only in part do I see … For now we are looking in a mirror that gives only a dim (blurred) reflection [of reality as in a riddle or enigma], but then [when perfection comes] we shall see in reality and face to face! Now I know in part (imperfectly), but then I shall know and understand fully and clearly, even in the same manner as I have been fully and clearly known and understood [ by God].
1 Corinthians 13:12
… and just look where the word ‘agate’ falls into place for my poem Today – speaking of Heaven –
The foundation [stones] of the wall of the city were ornamented with all of the precious stones. The first foundation [stone] was jasper, the second sapphire, the third chalcedony (or white agate), the fourth emerald,
The fifth onyx, the sixth sardius, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, the twelfth amethyst ….
precious precious precious
Word of God : 1 Corinthians 3:11-17
For no one can lay any other foundation than what has been laid down. That foundation is Jesus Christ. If anyone builds on that foundation with gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay, or straw, each ones work will become obvious, for the day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire; the fire will test the quality of each ones work. If anyones work that he has built survives, he will receive a reward. If anyones work is burned up, it will be lost, but he will be saved; yet it will be like an escape through fire.
Don’t you yourselves know that you are God’s sanctuary and that the Spirit of God lives in you? If anyone destroys God’s sanctuary, God will destroy him; for God’s sanctuary is holy, and that is what you are …
& so you see I am holy because He is holy
He is the great I AM & I am fearfully in love with Him
first start this morning starlings & billy buttons cheerful in common – birds picking & pecking busy little fellows & yellow floats sprinkling & spraying delightful are both to my soul commonplace Today –
what captivates my heart – simply the earlybirds the color giving life & healing in a matter of minutes oh my soul never take for granted
His life is startling to imagine His mind His kindness His love in a flash to His little ones – the least of these – me – you – the everyday … He told them whoever welcomes this little child in My name welcomes Me And whoever welcomes Me welcomes Him who sent Me For whoever is least among you — this one is great …
huh ha there he is again on that same post but Today I spot him – hey ho salute only seconds on the road driving past fast his tail declares – I can do this! it’s who I am – I’m a cocky little cuckoo!
upstart – He lifts my spirit –
I’m a cocky little cuckoo he says again don’t mess with me this sunny day or what?! yer! you wanna piece a me
huh huh huh?!
ha ha ha what a tale he tells audacious flirtatious like vagabond rye cannot deny he flicks his tail towards the sky determined ordained reigned over – by Him – up High – he’s purpose driven holy he is he is what he is that he is! – God You’re so funny! – so cool only fools deny You strut Your stuff no holds back Your creatures – all great – & small – on time
never late – yes Jesus
You are – all in all – Way with us &
as Holy Spirit conveys to me …
I can do this!
Have not I commanded you? Be strong, vigorous, and very courageous. Be not afraid, neither be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.
my imperfections Lord I can see
Jesus in me
my banded love rail tale –
my conversation went something like this I wonder why? & what is it that it is that You want me to write?
You prompt me to search me to redeem these old pics peculiar to end times You awaken me I’m curious I believe – snap out of it what’s it all about Alfie but its not the song I sing perhaps the Song of redemption? the Song of Your return? whats in it for Your children Father? Your world Father?
as always – You tell me later – on I write- in faith – banded rails!
yes! unusual strange I reclaim from the past to picket sights peculiar to Your presence to present to persons now on earth His mysteries too dicey a predicament their future to ignore His inclination too strong in me He has something to say! I – so – overwhelmed – I – say-
suddenly! from samphire & salt bush & sword grass united He cuts a vision like bleary eyed I peer into the ready blackness that fairly protects disguises in morning light the little blurred blob slowly does it that arises asks to be spotted none the less!
eased from hiding full view now – is it? ha!
be still – lying in bed now to my bedroom window wow! somewhat hunched he walks out shy little fellow I’ve seen him before in the distance here a dart there a dart every where a dart dart prefers to keep to cover but no such notions for me God has other plans for me to see His magic His delights – like no other He delights in me signs & wonders He goes before me He’s Jesus He announces me anoints me blesses me sends me more often than rarely these days & supernaturally a few feet in front of me – He comes – come on!
birdwatcher’s Paradise purely merely to open my eyes to arise oh sleeper here
God is true! & just out of the blue He will come to you like that – that’s why He sends me to rail you write you derail you from world’s vice
come on! to Jesus – He’s true & so nice & because so suddenly … but when the day of God’s judgment does come it will be unannounced like a thief the sky will collapse with a thunderous bang everything disintegrating in a huge conflagration earth and all its works exposed to the scrutiny of Judgement
& also because … the Spirit of God the Master is on me because God anointed me He sent me to preach good news to the poor heal the heart broken announce freedom to all captives pardon all prisoners …
so to all the poor prisoners over to you I
pray you are released in Jesus name!
thank You my Father Your wonderful message deliverance is mine