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Waking in the wee hours of this morning
There is a thirst in my soul
And I pray and read Your word
Aware
How my innermost core
Longs for a drink from
The everlasting Living Water.
How I long to sink my roots
Deeply into the earth
Beside the rivers mighty flow.
Somehow You see,
Somehow You know,
Grant me what I need.

Breathing in the Sonrise as dew dissolves
Knowledge warms my wounded heart
And I pray and devour Your word
Aware
How my soul aches deeply
For You in my hearts
You shaped missing puzzle piece.
How everything in me responds
To Your urging self-examination
Of me in Your Word.
Somehow You know,
Somehow You have heard
Grant me now Your wisdom.

Warming as the Son warms the earth
Stretching to see what God fulfills
And I pray and feast on Your word
Aware
How perfectly You respond 
To my specific needs right here
Right where I am.
How blessed I am O Holy One
That You love me
Completely as Your own.
Somehow now my eyes are opened
Somehow Your knowledge to me is known,
You are the the Great I Am.

----dfav
4/7/2021

When Truth Shines in the Heart

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When the full light of God's being
Is shone into Your heart
What becomes visible unseen before
What remains when the shadows depart?

When God calls for blinders to fall
Scales to drop from your eyes
What is the truest picture revealed now?
What stretches toward the Son, what dies?

When the truth of who God is, has been
Slams against your false beliefs
What do you recognize now as truth
What shackles fall so you have real relief?

When we believe we believe in Jesus
Never realizing it is a false assumption
What happens when honesty bursts forth
What truth comes with the revelation?

----dfav
4/6/2021

What are You Thinking?

artwork by dfav
What are you thinking?

That situations and circumstances
Are very bad?
Horrible in fact?
So much so it has grown crazy,
As in mad,
Insane in fact?

What are you thinking?

About how we can no longer trust
People at face value,
For fear of what resides inside?
Even those who claim to be of God
And who are only lying
Hard to decipher, decide.

What have we been thinking?

As our young have been hijacked
By ideals incomprehensible
Our love smothered in guilt?
Replacing God's success with societies,
While His is viewed as rotten wood,
Not the stone pillars on which we once built?

Whatever we were thinking?

We were either wrong or weak
Failing to stand up for God
Or the beliefs we should have in Him.
It is time to own our mistakes,
Plea for forgiveness and
Light The Way brightly not on dim.


----dfav 
3/29/2021

Our Daughter, Your Journey

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Our beloved and determined daughter,
Who has turned away
From all that is God,
All that is holy,
All that is truth.
Who willingly offers their soul
As long as it is far from all that is The Way.

Since your birth we have been with you,
Every triumph, every tear
Cheering you on to adulthood,
Everything true,
Everything pleasing to God,
Pointing out pitfalls,
While allowing your to face your fears.

Now you have chosen to go
Down paths we cannot walk with you,
Paths of deliberate sins,
Lakes of deceit,
Canyons of evilness.
We love you always and forever
But, choose evil, we cannot do.

Though you have rejected the core of us,
So you can walk this dangerous road,
The choice is yours to make,
The maps you have drawn,
At least you think you have.
This leg of your journey is yours to travel,
These are your steps, it is your load.

Our beloved, strong-willed daughter
Though physically we cannot follow you,
Still every single day,
Multiple times we will pray
You will make it through,
That the final cost of your choice
Is not the heart and soul of you.

---dfav
3/29/2021

O America!

Ole’ Glory, artwork & photo by dfav.
America?
O America, where are you?
No sight of you from our dwellings where COVID,
Government mandates and fear of one another
Has turned our homes into our tombs.

Liberty Bell?
Where is your peal, your ringing?
No sound from you, no bell rings out, just 
Madness, yelling, screaming, audio chamoflauging
That America's heartbeat has died.

Lady Liberty?
Why is your beacon darkened?
Who swooped in and stole your light,
The melting pot you pointed the way for
Has turned off your purpose, will you be toppled next?

Old Glory?
Do those stars and stripes fly anywhere still?
Flags are burning and stomped on,
Degraded, slashed, fouled with the hatred of so many
O Glory my eyes long for the sight of you.

Mighty Eagle,
Have you been shot from the sky as well?
Who clipped your majestic and powerful wings,
Have your nests and young been shred?
Are those tears in your eyes flowing down too?

Freedom?
Where did you last go down?
Who drove the last nail in your coffin?
Whose hollow bullet stopped your heart,  
When did the bill for your cost come due and go unpaid?

Christians?
Do you still exist, even underground?
Not talking about denominations, or religion,
Not talking about a list of do's and don't but
Those with authetic, life challenged, Bible believing BELIEVERS.

America?
O America, where are you?
Who grieves the loss of a 244 1/2-year-old country?
Who recognizes you even died?
Is there any or enough of you left to give us hope?

God?
O Holy Father, I know where You are.
You are here, You are always here.
For such a time as this You have raised us to exist.  
Father God, guide me, what would You have me do now?

---dfav
1/23,25 & 2/1/2021

Where We Are

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Eyes are weeping, weeping,
Rivers overfill their banks.
Still the eyes keep weeping, weeping.
Blinded no more by evil's lies,
That freedom could be free.
Eyes are weeping, weeping.

Ears are hearing, hearing.
Stolen lives for many reasons.
Innocent blood those ears are hearing, hearing.
Silenced no longer by ignorance,
Life's blood is a gift of God,
Ears will keep on hearing, hearing.

Tongues are tasting, tasting,
The bitterness and bitterness of sins,
Palates aren't cleansed tongues are tasting, tasting.
Sour, smokey, rotten, hot,
Shovels are force feeding ashes
Tongues are tasting, tasting.

Hearts are shattered, shattered,
For goodness can't be found.
Worthless promises, hearts shattered, shattered.
But the Evil Beast is well fed
The flesh and bone of the vulnerable and innocent
Hearts completely shattered, shattered.

Arms are empty, empty.
Children, the young, the old victimized.
By those whose souls are empty, empty.
No longer does any one breath fresh air.
Is there hope or is it too dead?
Arms achingly empty, empty.

Souls are turning, turning.
Some to view the Eastern sky.
Souls are turning, turning
Some to continue to rob, murder, steal.
Some strain to see their Jesus,
Souls are turning, turning.

Ears are hearing, hearing.
Eyes are seeing, seeing.
Tongues are praising, praising.
Hearts are rejoicing, rejoicing.
True, forever freedom is arriving, arriving.
Arms lift hands towards, heaven, heaven.

----dfav
1/25/2021

Abortion Isn’t “Just” an Issue

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Show me, please, 
What part of you when cut,
Does not hurt?
Does not cause you pain?

Tell me, please, 
Why drop of your blood isn't red?
The same color as mine?
Waiting.

Explain to them, please.
When you face them in Heaven,
How much more important you were,
Than them.

Look into their eyes, please.
This is the person you tried to erase.
Face your Creator and the one you helped create
And justify.

Talk to a barren woman, please.
Whose heart starves for what you trash?
Tell her how her pain is nothing,
But yours is not.

Look, please.
Innocent blood is on your hands,
On the father's hands,
Abortionists hands are drenched.

See, please.
The wealthy, now wealthier
From harvesting your childs organs.
See what they stole.

31,160,121.
Lives aborted.
From 1973 to 2018,
Sobering.

---dfav
2/1/2021

Pray. Listen. Act. Keep Praying.

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Feel their aching emptiness,
Hear their hollowness echoing,
Their cries for connection,
Sense people's intense longing
Believers act wisely in Believing,
Got to do the right thing,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.

See their coveting, craving,
The temptations lingers,
Strong urges long denied,
Notice hands are wringing,
Do not turn or run,
Pray on, find God's way,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.

We are all hitting bottom,
Souls around are dying,
Prayers for the wandering,
Hope must keep flying,
Get up, go on, share,
Find God's way through,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.

----dfav, 1/23/2021

Whose Way

Photo by KAV 2020.
When I fail to do what God has told me is His work,
When I close my eyes to people hurting, hungry, and lost, 
When I ignore the truth through God's eyes when saying I love Him,
When I pursue man's idea of success pushing God's definition aside,
All I've really done is prove to everyone that I've lied.

When I have willingly entered into a covenant with God, 
When I have further prayed and pledged to follow His Word, 
When I blow one more chance, one more round as the Prodigal, 
When I carelessly forget my promises, in me I have shown Evil has won,
My actions scream to all I don't appreciate anything God's done.

When I choose unforgiveness, blindness and deafness,
When I justify harm in any way to any other human being,
When I take justice into my own hands and say its in God's name,
When I am silent to protect my own status and skin,
The winner's circle may be where I stand, but it is no win.

When "things" become more precious to me than people,
When color blinds me to humanity or power corrupts and devours,
When I determine a persons character based on wealth or fame,
All of these are my sins against mankind, and against the All Mighty,
My decisions, my consequences, my greed, my turn from His Right.

When in the fight to change everyone, everything to fit my perception,  
When because of my anger I have no glimmer of compassion or humanity,
When all I do is scream to attempt to let others not be heard,
When all I see is my agenda, what I have lost, my pain, my true heart,
Here I have proven with actions how much of my life God has a part.

---dfav
01/23/2021


Press On

art & photo by dfav, edited using PhotoGrid
Someone, somewhere struggles beneath the load.
A voice cries in the din of babble for help.
Broken hearts know defeat and bitter disappointment.
Ears bleed covered with scars from lies upon lies told.
Are you the someone buckling and going down?
Press on,
Stand.

Someone, somewhere is being beaten down.
Voices silently plea, "Please, right this wrong."
Believer's hearts sicken and struggle as we fall.
Senses know the stench of cheap knockoff gowns.
Are you the someone struggling to breath?
Press on,
Stand.

Someone, somewhere looks up one more time.
A voice calls strong and sure and heard right now.
Broken hearts grasp one more hope to engage.
Jesus is whispering, 'Press on, you are a child of mine.'
When you've done all you can do to stand--
Press on,
Stand.

Listen to His word O wounded one, for He is here.
With you to every corner and to the ends of the world.
You are not alone regardless what human eyes see.
He understands Your weariness, brokenness and tears.
This world is not your home.
Press on,
Stand.

---dfav 1/22/2021

I don’t know who, and I will never likely know but someone, somewhere needs this reminder today. With all that’s going on in our world right now, maybe more than one someone. Even myself. Know that this morning someone, somewhere prayed that God would meet your needs, right where you are. May His blessings flow over you.

—-dfav