Unseen Angels

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

I'm living proof of a heart so pure, knowing nothing
more than the true word, of such peace beyond all man,
crumbling crust on my past no longer endures.
I'm just a human, a brain with nothing more than matter,
a heart besides everything else pure,
than how come every time I seek HIM, my brain operates my
soul less sadder and sadder, establishing it to know I want more!
I'm nothing more than a spect on this red earth,
surrounded by evil, terror and lust,
how come this little spect can have such joy beyond joy,
every time I think about what I must?

I'm just a human....created by God's clay to serve Him...

5 comments:

Amber said...: That is so true. All we are are specs. We think we are something but in reality we are so minuscule compared to anything. Great reminder...; June 3, 2009 at 8:54 PM
Anonymous said...: Thanks for the blog comment, Adam. This is a completely STUNNING waterfall shot, wow! Keeping shooting. :); June 4, 2009 at 5:56 PM
Unknown said...: Love the last line: the question at the end is an echo of my heart.; June 5, 2009 at 12:37 PM
Amber said...: Don't worry ya didn't offend me at all. I don't know how else we could talk but maybe later. I hope everything works out for you and your dad. I hate it when life has so many unknowns but we just gotta trust God and I am working on that. Not 4 months ago I was super angry with God. Anyways, that photographer thing sound cool. I don't think I am good enough to actually go to work with cameras yet though. I still have a long way to go. Good idea though. I will have to look into that sometime. Okay thanks....don't worry about emailing. I only got one when my friend moved so we could talk...then she got facebook. =( Oh well life goes on. ttyl; June 6, 2009 at 8:31 AM
Jacob R Parker said...: Hey Adam, you asked me about followers. It seems kind of ironic that you'd ask me, since I think of my blog as relatively small. Check out this guy: http://nathanbransford.blogspot.com/ and that's not the most I've seen. Marketing is an intriguing and complex subject. But I see creating a following in three steps: Finding people who would enjoy your (blog), attracting them to your (blog) and keeping them coming back to your (blog). For the first step I've discovered a nifty aid; when you click on someone's profile, and they have all of their favorite books, movies, etc, if you click on one of those interests, one that would indicate a possible interest in your blog content, it will take you to a list of people with that same interest. Steps 2 and 3 are the hard parts, and I have yet to really get into those. But chances are if you share this theoretical common interest, you'll be genuinely interested in the content of these other people's blogs as well. Leave some comments, get to know them, and a relationship can be made. Honestly, though, you'll probably find a lot more professional/helpful advice with a google search. Hope that helps :); June 8, 2009 at 7:29 PM

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Seeking....

My breath so tender, wondering in the world
of blue, trailing out of the hole of my mouth,
seeking truth out of sticky glue.
I see a world fallen down to it's knees, to some
antichrist I know.....this is the reason that I
bleed....tears seeping from within my soul.
I know this world, is so full of pain, in the mist
of things are snares. I know this world,
so much evil you could gain, is a world that
Christains are rare.
Help me Lord, to rise me up, help me to seek further
truth. I need help so desperately, because Satan: you have
me glued.
Glued to the sin of the world, I know, it's very, very
sad. I never thought about what I have now, could be
so less than what I had.
Sin is nothing more, than a sip of cold beer, fresh taste
leaves you so happy, than the aftermath leads you to tears.
But the aftermath of this poem that I write, gains in me
a spirit.....I know writing this is a gift to my God calling for
help, if I listen close, I can hear it.
Now i'm so full of contempment, I plead to my God for
forgivness. Guess what, he gave it to me.....and
the sin in the world.....I can leave all this!!!

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Choice

A tear seeps from my red eye,
unto the land underneath my feet.
As I stand in torment in vicious blood,
I knew I had to face who I was going to meet.
My life now was never what I thought,
as I stood then just then, aftermath of every
temtation I had faced, each and every bloody sin.
Eyes were red with fire, as I gazed the gory beast,
standing before me with demons behind him,
each one ready for a human feast.
"Come, my child, come unto my name, deny the
man called Christ, deny his name....."
My mind didn't know what to do, I knew this so called
God was true, but even though I understood his grace,
and knew his face, to deny his name, is just a question
I cant place or do.
The beast before me suddenly changed, his whole monstrous
form turned into a human with a hansome face.
All the fire and demons around him, vansihed out of sight,
I could hear them screaming into silent, back in the black
of night.
Suddenly I felt peace with this thing, first a monster, then
a humanbeing. He wrappped his arm around me, with a
smile of an angel, I felt a precence of comfurt with this man
named Satan, a inner feeling untangled.
He said with a voice so soft: "My son, please beleive in me,
please beleive in my name, if you deny Christ for me, just
for me, think of all the peace you can gain...."
My mind was still unclear, thinking about the monster that
he once had been, thinking if he was telling the truth
of enternal peace, enternal peace with him?
I knew before this all happened, I knew God was right beside my heart, I knew I could turn to Him for anything, I knew he and me would never be apart. But now my mind is wondering, wondering is this man named Satan is true, I have heard about a place called hell, a place where demons damn truth.
Suddenly, outside the cacoon I was in with his arms wrapped
around me tight, I felt something above me, smiling down
at me with light.
I looked up, and far away I could see, was a little man in golden glow, a man of eternity, a man of light.
I knew then I was feeling more peace with that little man, than with Satan himself, so then with a smile I eyed the devil,
and denied his name to hell.
Just then, thinking I could now have more peace in my heart, Satan in rage turned to his monstrous form, demons coming back to me hungry, in a cloudy black storm.
Satan jammed me with his green bloody claws, his teeth in roaring along with his eyes, each razor sharp point stabbing my face with a horrible surprise.
Demons began nawing on my feet, everyone of them I could hear stomach's grow, each one was enjoying their feast, as then Satan to the night, howled.
As pain shot through my whole body, a pain no human should feel, I was thinking then I made a mistake, I should've taken anothing hill.
After they chewed off my legs, I cried out to God, just to walk beside him out of hell, but now my legs were both gone, I feel like now i'm being jailed.
After five minutes of gory torment, suddenly Satan made his last stab, and then it killed me instantly, I have nothing in my life now compared to what I had.
After dreary thoughts swarm my head, my body light as a feather, I opened my eyes suddenly, and now I stood in awe at heaven.
After embracing my God with joy, I quickly turned away after I understood, when he wasn't there for me to follow, out of hell after I accepted him like I should.
After a comfurting embrace, by those strong heavenly arms, he whispered to my ear: "My son, you are in no harm, because when you were going through torment, like any other person in the world, when you thought you couldn't follow me out of it, and your mind swirled--"
I intruppted him by giving him a hug, something no
sinner would do.
He smiled and hugged me and fisnished his word. "because when you were lost and seeking my footprints, it was then, that I carried you...."

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