They attack loud from the front and silently in the back

He faltered, he faltered. He stood where he knew he should not. And the enemy took advantage of the momentary slip-up. A grenade unnoticed by the little one puffed out a nearly odorless gas. Pride

A bolt of electricity arched down his torso. The shock of it didn’t have time to register on his face before the poison began to take effect.
>>>>----Jealousy---->
A demonic green raced to his face, and then was covered up before anyone noticed.

Another flaming arrow was loosed, another direct hit. Only this time more powerful than the last.


The demonic host gave a short cheer, and attacked with vigor. The little warrior promptly fell the ground almost blinded from the onslaught of attacks.
>>>>------guilt--->
>>>>------guilt--->
>>>>------guilt--->
He faltered. In just a few short hours the enemy had leveled two solid hits on a warrior who was becoming less and less accustomed to these attacks.

The wounds. They hurt. They hurt him so badly. Faith, lifeblood left his body. Terror began to sink in. He reeled, stumbled and fell down. Blind in the sudden darkness.

The Sword, the Sword of the Spirit brushed up against his hand. He pulled it from its sheath, and the enemy began to fear. He began to pray. The enemy began to shake in fear. For they knew, they knew the wrath of the Father was fierce. As he prayed his shield (faith) grew. As he leaned upon The Spirit, and the Word, the arrows of the enemy hit their target less and less often. With a word from the Word Guilt left. With a mighty swing the Love and Glory of the Lord, cleared the battle field. All cower before His righteous anger and holy power. He is Jealous for His son, Little Warrior, and Loves him madly deeply!
The little warrior sunk to his knees, great tears, great sobs shook his body. The Father scooped him up rescuing him from the enemies attacks. And little one sunk into his Father’s arms with the song “He’s faithful to the end…Glory to the Lord!” ringing from his lips.

But the Father did not keep him in His arms. “The little warrior needs to learn, he needs know, he needs to grow. The enemy is asking to sift him but I won’t let them. He must grow now so that they don’t.” He said to himself as he put the child down. The enemy saw their opportunity and launched a full frontal assault. Arrows full of flame and terror whizzed through the air. The little warrior no longer tried to dodge them all, he couldn’t. Tim and again he ran to the Fat asking to be picked up. “Up, ABBA up” he cried showing just how young he truly was. Time and again the Father told him no, which threw the son into confusion. He knew that he couldn’t battle, not this many arrows. Not this strong of an attack.

Even as his thoughts began to be affected by the arrows, even as he began to lose hope the Father knelt down and began to guide the child’s sword. After a bit he stood back up and watched his son practice and try what he had learned. The father stepped in again, and corrected his son saying “now try and do it this way”

He little warrior got a moments respite and saw that It wasn’t just him who was receiving these attacks but many in the same congregation. He sided with his brothers and sisters and they began to form a phalanx. Now even fewer arrows got passed their shields of faith. More joined the group. Their strength and prowess increased the newborns grew into infants, the infants grew into children, and the children fell to their knees in prayer and fasting face down before the father.
After a season the Phalanx was broken up, and many of the warriors were moved to other battalions. Those who had not put on the full armor were even more ravenously attacked than before because they had tasted of the Lords Goodness which the enemy hates.
During the battle the little warrior slipped. His youngness again showed itself. The hordes of the enemy taking full advantage shot many arrows and the little one again fell to his knees. Again the father rushed to his son’s side and blocked many on coming arrows. The little warrior again reeled when an arrow glanced off his eyes. He was partially blinded. Pain shot through this heart. He sought a respite from the war. A place of rest “and my house shall be called a house of prayer”. “Not yet” said the Lord, “for now you must return to your brothers and sisters”. Obediently the child returned. Verses began to stream into the child like medicine. People surrounded him. Prayed for him. Spoke into his life. And began the process of healing. At one point a depression arrow struck him. But the Spirit of the Lord moved and the Child spoke “And the greatest among these is Joy”. Like a wellspring of life joy rained down upon him. Laughter touched his lips and his heart. The verse actually went “and the greatest among these is love” God’s love. Thus proving that God does have a sense of humor.
The little brothers and sisters surrounded the little warrior and prayed for him. His sight returned. His wounds healed. And he became stronger.
Whether we realize it or not we are in a war, and often are hit by the enemy’s arrows. When it happens seek the father, seek your brothers and sisters, seek the Word.
For your defense know the Word of life (it is your defense offense and healing spring), use your shield, Proverbs 3:5, Seek the father (he is your life source), seek your siblings (they are your family at arms), listen to the spirit (he is your tactician).


The Father he loves you. He’s fallen head over heels for you. And all you have but to say is I do. And all that he will do will be beyond your greatest dreams. Life will be difficult, life will be a struggle but His love will come upon you and you will receive life, His life! All the days of your life you will have access to the throne of God. Your condemnation will be swallowed up. And you will know the father and he will know you. And it will be good. Just as He is good.

The Love from the father filled him up, healing the little warrior's wounds, lifting his weighty baggage. For nearly two hours he sobbed. The word states “By his wounds we are healed”, And it rings so true. The little warrior had never known such love, such freedom, he had never seen such power, such goodness, and never desired to spread it like he did then. He saw beauty in the child, the child who prays. And he prayed for her. He desired the things of God like he never had before. He was free, he's free, and he is forever free! And he desired to spread that love to the ends of the earth.

abba father

When my people seek my will
when they seek to know my thoughts
to redeem their own hearts
to know mine
and to become like me
then they will know wonders beyond their greatest imaginations

desperately i plea on my knees
for you to come and let me see
your heart just a little bit clearer
than before
desperately i cry
desperately i plea to grow this community
for them to see you just a little bit clearer

look all around you and seek my heart
look into my heart and you will see
I burn like a wildfire
my love and my passion surpasses
even the wildest of hearts
no teen has seen the likes of me
no whore house can even compare
to the love that i contain in a single thought
for my bride
if only you would seek me
if only you would surrender even the simplest of thoughts to me
I would come upon you like a storm
a whirlwind of hope love and redemption
paul, paul my child seek me with all your heart
beg desperately to see my ways
and search earnestly my word

"God, God my King i have tasted deeply of you
but i want more

Wrap me up in your whirlwind romance
search me deeply
search out my secret thoughts
and lay them bare before me
redeem even my smallest flaws
and let me seek after you with my everything
a moment without you is a moment that i do not want to bare"

come to me my child run into my arms
let your cries be turned to joy
let your heart be turned from stain into joy
dirt into gold
I will turn the dirty water you use for ceremonial washing into wine
let me show you my thoughts
let me show you my ways
let me show you my heart
let me stretch yours
and let me satisfy you all the days of your life

"Jesus, bread of life
if you would be my all in all
if you would fill me with the fire of your burning love
engulf me in passionate romance
if you would redeem my heart
continuously drawing me closer to you
if you would be my God. My Savior. My all, for the rest of my days
Then I would be satisfied and not be in want except to bring others to see you.

Abba, Abba, Abba
i see this picture of a daughter she is old at first
but you pick her out of a crowd
as you dance you begin to twirl her
with one hand you spin her
then you take her second hand in yours
and you spin
as you spin her she begins to laugh
years shed off of her until she is but a child
your child
her laugh becomes more and more pure
richer and richer
you spin her for what seems like an eternity
and then you complete the dance with a hug
a giant fatherly bear hug

tears of love and joy
tears of mercy and forgiveness
they stream down your face
you are so excited that she accepted your invitation
you can't contain the happiness and love you have for your child
you don't want to contain it
she is your precious daughter forevermore
and she takes delight in you!

"More daddy, more dancing" she says with a smile
innocent and pure

"Daddy one more time, just one more song"

"Ok daughter" you say as you pick your daughter up
and hug her again
the song begins
and you slow dance the night away
until at last she falls asleep in your arms
totally secure and satisfied
in you
in you my King

Making me new goes with "Beautiful things"

"You make things new
you are mak-ing me new"

As i saw you laying dead in the field and I said to you, "Live!"

I am making you new

The peoples of the earth scorned you
they claimed you were a defilement to my presence
but they did not see what i see

I called you from the depths to be my bride
I picked you out from among the peoples of the earth

I bathed you in living water
I dressed your wounds with my love
I cured your diseases by the blood of the Lamb

I adorned you with silver
gave you gold earrings
and fine silk and linen to dress yourself in

Time and again you ran from my presence
You sought after other things than me
and sold yourself to a life of brutal bondage

"You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of dust
You make beautiful things out of us"

You sung that one time
and little did you know the truth behind it
Even as you were scarred; broken; bloody;
I began making you new
I began making you beautiful

Bride of the Groom
Bride who's name is Church I am making you beautiful
I am making you new
When my wedding comes
When the bells of celebration ring
You will be a sight to see

You'll see

You say you know me now
but just wait till i start moving
I will crash upon you like a rock
crushing what you think you know to smithereens
And i will build you up into a Holy People
Zealous for their God
Jealous for His love

You'll see

I am making beautiful things
I am making beautiful things out of the dust
And I will have my bride
She is beautiful in my sight
and she'll have no other
I'll be her all in all and she'll want no other
I will dote on my bride
Just because i can
I'll lift her up in a Whirlwind Romance
And she will be satisfied!

You'll see

It's coming soon and I'm very excited
I the Lord of Glory am about to unleash the fullness of my love on her
And she won't know what hit her
It will be good

You'll See

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OR7VOKQ0xJY
and
Ezekiel 16

The ground shakes

A storm of arrows is coming
and many will fall

But those who survive
they will experience the awesome presence of the Lord

He walks among his people
he blesses them

he strengthens some
convicts others
laughs
brings joy
his people are moved by his spirit
joyous song
rapturous excitement breaks out
Such as has never been seen before!
The multitudes gather
Its the largest party ever
and its all for God
Its all For the Father!

A Shout heard from miles away
shakes the ground with its strength
yet the people hardly notice
their faces aglow with glory
the Glory of the Lord lights their ways
O what a sight
What a glorious sight

As one the people sing
one heart
one mind
one purpose
one God
O How Good he tastes to those who eat
how fulfilling the drink
the river flowing from the throne
it washes away the filth from His Glorious Bride
O how Good the worship
O How good the God on High

Beautiful: Love story unfinished

Regal beauty exudes from her very presence
not everyone can see it but light is shining on her face
reflected Glory is emanating from her redeemed heart
They ask who the bride is and how soon until the ring of the wedding bells

She is excited. her body shivers
silent tears fall from her eyes
sparkling as they fall to the floor
her Wedding is near
soon very soon she will be with her dear

A cherished memory pushed it's way to the surface
soft sand
the soft sound of the wind
As it rustled through the trees
gently
ever so gently

the beach was warm
and the rain
the misting rain was beautiful as it
lazily
fell

the love story remains unfinished...
but i don't have words other than beautiful