He’s tearing down the gods of old, the mountains we once stood on.
“Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,” (Psalm 42:2 NiV)
When our Image,
We created
Protected,
crumbles
before our very eyes.
When the glory days are gone because His Glory
has left.
Everything falls to the ground
What is left? What is true?
What is pure.
What is Holy.
What is lovely and admirable
“Think about such things.”
Our kingdom will pass away.
His kingdom is eternal.
Our image will return to dust.
His image will burst forth
Like resurrection morning.
Our resources will crumble
They will hit the ground like a mighty giant falling.
The dust WILL rise.
Remember, we are dust.
Formed by your hand.
Given life by the breath of your Spirit.
Anything that is not under the blood,Nor consumed by the fire of God
will be lost.
So many dry bones.
As far as the eye can see.
An army broken and disassembled.
As far as the eye can see.
“speak to the bones”
Are we saved to serve?
Or
Saved to save?
Or saved for ourselves?
Or saving the lost?
Are we lost?
Jesus came to find the lost.
Jesus loved the lost.
Jesus saved us unto himself.
Not for an agenda.
Not with an agenda.
But for love’s sake.
Count all things lost for?
The system?
The organization?
History sake?
For the sake of knowing Christ Jesus,
I consider all things lost.
His is an unshakable kingdom,
He is a firm foundation,
Not an organization.
He is LIFE.
Life will survive without your buildings.
Love will survive without your programs.
Grace will survive without your resources .
Mercy will survive without your provision.
But how much stronger, how much greater will the kingdom’s glory be when dust rises once more?
When dust looks to its maker,breathing in HIS Spirit once again.
Living by HIS Spirit again.
His glory,
His image above all other images.
His purpose above our own plans,
His kingdom over our kingdom.
On earth,
as it is in heaven.
-Carole Jeanne 2019
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