I looked into the fire as it crackles and spits,
I saw a set of eyes looking at me from the pit.
A face emerged from the ashes,
A sinister coutinence willed with passion.
A Viking angel he emerged to be,
The largest fiercest figure I had ever seen.
He pointed behind me and I turned to look,
I saw a gold trimmed case holding a leather bound book.
I stood before it to open the case,
Lifting the book from its silken place.
I turned around to where the Viking stood,
There he left his cape and hood.
I put them on and felt the fire
Humility coming my one desire.
I opened the book, hoping to reveal this mystery,
I felt a wind stir the trees around me.
The pages turned as an earee silence swept the forest,
I heard the words of an ancient chorus.
The fire dances and the shadows run,
Playing in the darkness brought by the dieing sun.
The voices in the darkness uttered a prayer,
And to look at the pages, did I even dare?
I did, and what was it that I did see,
But the words of the prayer being spoken over me.
Then the voices got louder and the intensity grew,
It was rising inside me and suddenly I knew.
Jesus was calling to a place I'd never been,
A new level of warfare, a new way of fighting sin.
Then before me stood a giant oak door,
Something inside of me cried out for more.
I reached to turn the golden handle,
The door lit by a lone, solemn candle.
I walked inside a spiritual armory,
Swords, daggers, and axes I did see.
The Lord said, "Pick out what you will, for tonight you must run,
Straight through Satans layer, hear me my son.
If you let up,or if you slow down,
You will surely and painfully be brought to the ground.
Except for the time when you stop to fight,
And when you do, fight with all your might.
Hear is my strength, hear is my power,
The time has come, now is the hour.
Start your journey you have all you need,
And one more thing, God speed."
I began my journey, and ran like lightning,
So very fast it was almost frightening.
I ran through rivers and dodged around trees,
There was no way Satan would bring me to my knees.
For I would sooner die than submit again,
And be washed away in a torrent of sin.
And while I was running a sword did appear,
I stopped and stood face to face with the spirit of fear.
He spoke to me in a raspy demonic tone,
He said, "I know that you are all alone!"
With courage and fire I said "I am not alone."
I could see my words cut straight to the bone.
I looked into his blood red eyes,
And found myself gasping in utter surprise.
The very essance of what he was controlled him.
He was overflowing with fear, filled to the brim.
I drew my sword ready to fight,
Its radiance shining fervant white light.
Its shining glory dropped fear to the ground,
All that could be heard was a faint hissing sound.
His last breath drawn, his last fight lost,
He didn't stop to think and his death was the cost.
I sheathed my sword with a metalic ring,
and ran so fast the wind started to sing.
It echoed the words of that chanted chorus,
As a firey red glowe spread over the forest.
As I was running I saw a castle in the distance,
The looks of it shook my very existance.
I ran and came to an old rusty gate,
I turned and saw the spirit of hate.
His friends were with him, jealousy, witchcraft, and lust,
I drew my sword knoing to defeat them I must.
They screamed and shouted, "You going to die."
But I knew in my heart it was a lie.
I felt the urge to take a deep breath,
And shout the words which would send them to their death.
"You come to me with sword spear and shield,
But in the name of Jesus I command you to yeild.
Take your place underneith my feet,
Christ is risen, heres your defeat
My sword through the air a white arc of light,
Their dead now they lost their last fight.
I kicked open the gate and went inside,
Knowing now that I could not hide.
But it did not matter no not even here,
For Christ is with me there is no fear.
For 7 days I marched around the city wall,
Waiting for this fortress to finally fall.
Its been here long enough, Its made its last stand,
Now God will destroy it with his righteous right hand.
The time has come the time is now,
The trumpet on my lips the swet on my brow.
The sound came forth like a thousand war cries,
Then I looked and saw a beautiful sunrise.
Suddenly the ground began to tremble,
As the walls of this fortress began to crumble.
A few miniutes past and everything was gone,
This demonic fortress , once mighty and strong.
The captive came forth held prisoner for years.
God had counted their many tears.
As the light shown in the darkness I heard a crack,
I knew in a instant that it had to be Satan's back.
He screamed in a dying shreek of agony,
His home determined for the rst of eternity.
Jesus had risen and finished what He planned,
The flight of the night, brought about by His hand.
Author; Nick Allen
He knew it was there but he tried to ignore,
But it kept on persisting more and more.
It was like a void deep in his heart,
He tried to explaine it, but he couldn't even start.
It got worse and worse untill he finally said,
"If I don't get rid of this, I will soon be dead."
Then a man named Jesus came to town,
And as he spook he said, "I offer you a crown.
"A crown of righteousness, a crown of salvation,
I offer this to every man woman, and to every nation."
And there was something in these words that Jesus spoke,
That reached out to this man 'till he finally broke.
Then Jesus walked over to him and said,
"Do you wish a crown of salvation on your head?"
The man looked up and reached out his hand,
And said, How could I when I can't even stand."
Then Jesus knelt down and looked him in the eye,
And said, "For you I will surely die."
"To give you strength and to give you life,
For you I will bare your sins and take your strife."
All this started a long time ago,
Through the bitting wind and the bitter snow.
In a lowly stable, in a single manger,
The three there together, not a single stranger.
Jesus, Joseph and the virgin Mary,
The baby Jesus she was so long to carry.
After he was born, sheperds came,
To sing his praises and worship his name.
And the angels on high gloriously sing glory to the new born King.
It is this time of year we've grown to love,
The Spirit of Christmas, enthroned above.
Author: Nick Allen
The wind blows hard and the waves roll high,
Sometimes it seems that the see wants me to die.
The days roll on and turn to weeks months and years,
There is only one being who could count so many tears.
Tears shed as I cry for one not yet there,
One who is soft, gentle, and filled with tender loving care.
As the days ware on, I begin to really see,
What God through all this had intended for me.
His intention was to make me stronger and fill me with his passion,
To bring to me a messure of deeper satisfaction.
Satisfaction though I couldn't look upon her face,
Though I couldn't see her beauty or admire her grace.
Though I couldn't hear her laughter, I couldn't see her smile,
I couldn't watch her eyes and gaze at them a while.
I couldn't hear her tell me that she loved me and she cared,
I couldn't hold her when she told me she was scared.
I couldn't tell her my thoughts, and give to her my heart,
And say we would be together, nothing can keep us apart.
You see I love her though I do not know her name.
And as soon as we meet, our lives will never be the same.
Until that time comes, all I can do is sail,
And pound the waves with the hull of my ship, untill I prevail.
And as many sunsets as have come and gone by,
That many prayers have I sent through the sky.
The prayer of a righteous man availeth much,
As I sail this sea and wait for her touch.
Author: Nick Allen
Days go by, slowly, yet steadily
and the assurance grows in my heart
I will see you again soon
And Excitement bubles up within me,
in the early morning
Then the resined waiting fills me again
Oh why can't I even see you in my dreams?
Missing You
I sit stairing at walls, thinking about you
trying to picture in my mind
The way you look
The intesity with which you talk to me
And I sigh
What a long way we have come
Though i know we've a long way
Still to go
Do you really want to walk this road with me?
The doubts and fears still wisper in my ear
That you could still change your mind
Yet I cling to the hope of you
Missing You
Trust. . .what does it mean?
If i give you my heart
Tell me, will you hold it carefully
Look into my eyes and let me see
If they hold the promise that I seek
These are the thoughts
Running circles in my mind
How could i describe to you
How much I am
Missing You
If you where here right now
What would I say to you?
What is the desire in my heart?
Hold me, hold me close to you
And tell me if you are truely falling
In love
If i am the one you want beside you
(God wants besides you?)
Yet I cannot say these words to you
There are many days yet to go by
And i will wait patiently for you
And God will be our guide
Untill then,
Missing you
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