The Word: Infallible Dialogues (1)

July 1, 2019

God and Job

Blake_Job's_Tormentors

Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
“Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?  Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me.  Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?  Tell Me, if you have understanding.”  “Hath the rain a father?  Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?  From whose womb comes the ice?  And the frost of heaven, who gives it birth?”  “Who has put wisdom in the mind?  Or who has given understanding to the heart?”  “Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and spread its wings toward the south?”  Moreover the Lord answered Job, and said: “Shall the one who contends with the almighty correct Him?  He who rebukes God, let him answer it.”

Then Job answered the Lord and said:
“Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer You?  I lay my hand over my mouth.  Once I have spoken, but I will not answer; yes, twice, but I will proceed no further.”

Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
“Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me: Would you indeed annul My judgment?  Would you condemn Me that you may be justified?  Have you an arm like God?  Or can you thunder with a voice like His?”  “Who then is able to stand against Me?  Who has proceeded Me, that I should pay him?  Everything under heaven is mine.”

The Job answered the Lord and said:
“I know that You can do everything, and that no purpose of Yours can be withheld from You.  You asked, ‘Who is this who hides counsel without knowledge?’  Therefore I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which i did not know.”  “I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear, but now my eyes see You.  Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.”

Blake_Job_Whirlwind


For God, of God, On Father’s Day

June 16, 2019

And suddenly a voice came from heaven, saying, “This is My beloved Son,
in whom I am well pleased.” Matthew 3:17

“In this manner, therefore, pray:
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.  Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.  Give us this day our daily bread.  And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.  Lead us not unto temptation, but deliver us from evil.  For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever.  Amen.”  Matthew 6: 9-13

Alpha + Omega

And He said to me, “It is done!  I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End.  I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts.” Revelation 21:6

“My Father, If It Is Possible”


Fill Me Up – Overflow

June 7, 2019

You provide the fire
I’ll provide the sacrifice
You provide the spirit
And I will open up inside

You provide the fire
I’ll provide the sacrifice
You provide the spirit
And I will open up inside

Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up

Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up

(We need more of You, yeah)
(I am empty before You, Lord)

We cry up above
We cry up above
We cry out for more
We cry out for more
More of your spirit is what we need
More of your Anointing
More of your Glory

Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up

Fill me up
‘Til I overflow
I wanna run over
I wanna run over

Fill me up
‘Til I overflow
I wanna run over
I wanna run over

Fill me up
‘Til I overflow
(I gotta have more of You)
(I gotta have more of You)
Fill me up
‘Till I overflow
I wanna run over
I wanna run over
(Run over with more of You)
Fill me up
I’m gonna run over
I gotta run over
I wanna run over
I wanna run over
‘Til the troubles respond
I gotta run over
‘Til cancer responds
I gotta run over
“Til my family responds
I gotta run over
I wanna run over

Fill me up
‘Til I overflow
I wanna run over
I wanna run over

“Your Spirit”


Trilog[ies]: Hard Rains Fall

April 24, 2019

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

+Trains

Songs and Faith +3

When He Returns


Trilogy: Slow Train Coming

April 20, 2019

Slow Train Coming-+

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can’t help but wonder what’s happenin’ to my companions
Are they lost or are they found
Have they counted the cost it’ll take to bring down
All their earthly principles they’re gonna have to abandon?
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

I had a woman down in Alabama
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic
She said, “Boy, without a doubt
Have to quit your mess and straighten out
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic”
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

All that foreign oil controlling American soil
Look around you, it’s just bound to make you embarrassed
Sheiks walkin’ around like kings
Wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
Deciding America’s future from Amsterdam and to Paris
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

Man’s ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don’t apply no more
You can’t rely no more to be standin’ around waitin’
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
All nonbelievers and men stealers talkin’ in the name of religion
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it
They say lose your inhibitions
Follow your own ambitions
They talk about a life of brotherly love (show me someone who knows how to live it)
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin’ boy she could destroy
A real suicide case, but there was nothin’ I could do to stop it
I don’t care about economy
I don’t care about astronomy
But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

40 Years Ago, Bob Dylan’s Trilogy Began

Are You Ready?
Of Love
Saved


My Father, If It Is Possible

April 18, 2019

The Last Supper +That they all may be one;

Down to the Last +3+++Greater love hath no man than this . . .

This Cup ++
And he went a little farther, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying,
“My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.”


Revelation[s]: The Blind Will See

April 14, 2019

The Angel of Revelation

Now when the seven thunders uttered their voices, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from heaven saying to me, “Seal up the things which the seven thunders uttered, and do not write them.”

Hand of God

Then the voice which I heard from heaven spoke to me again and said, “Go, take the little book which is open in the hand of the angel who stands on the sea and on the earth.”

A New City +

And he said to me, “Do not seal the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is at hand.”