Found

I was lost, had no hope drowned in my own sin with no direction

Despair and hopelessness were my friends eating away at my spirit

My failures were too much to bare, dragging me around with such vigor.

But when I heard of the man called Jesus my life turned around, No longer was my soul weary

No longer was my heart hopeless, now my voice could sing a new song and my soul rest in pastures new, my despair turned to patience and my hopelessness turned to sheer gladness.

Jesus found me just were I  was and I know he can find you where you are too.

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The beginning

The soft blow of the wind in empty and hollow spaces, creation starts weaving its magic from trees to unending sky’s he frees his crafty imagination.

Who can tie God Down?

How does one start to explain emptiness, (the suttle cry of an old man losing his worth or a prostitute trying to find her way?)

The truth of being void and being filled with nothing but darkness

Majestically blowing words into the atmosphere, like strings played on a violin. My God speaks to bring life into our weary spirits

Who can tie God down?

His majestic and beautiful hands has decided to design bowing down to carve me from noting to greatness

The table of creativity and the union of artistry as finally founds its place of expression

Who can tie God Down?

Confound by nothing created by no man God eternal He that stretched the heavens breaths his very life into me

Infinite in wisdom is he not the definition of knowledge and the essence of existence itself

Who can tie God down?

The world seeks to disprove him and his glory

Refusing to be defined by the King of glory they spit on his perfect plans, trying to drown his words, surly on this earth my God has a million stewards

But who can tie God down

Humans rot away leaving the reality of God on the marks of history

Turning to ashes and the ashes then turn into dust.

Oh who can tie God Down?

NO MAN CAN TIE GOD DOWN

HE HOLDS THE WORLD AND HAS SHAPED TIME

HE SITS ON HIGH INSTRUCTING THE HEAVENS

SLEEPLESS AND UNENDING IS HE THERE IS NO ONE BIGGER

THAN HIM, HE CARVES AND CALLS ME PURPOSE

HE ENABLES ME TO SPEAK SURLY I AM NOTHING

WITHOUT THE SOURCE OF LIFE

I cling to the God of mercy letting him direct my path

His Son is my redeemer and his Spirit my compass

As he is royalty I see that

My hope and purpose is found only in him

NO ONE CAN TIE GOD DOWN!!!!

By: Riaan

Perfect ?

I am perfect, No I’m spotless

The very definition of perfection I AM yes I AM

With my fancy little glasses on I AM the very reflection of the radiance of the sun I AM.

Great I AM, while you stumble and you fall weak little Christian

I AM the one you can gaze upon “Example”

From dust till dawn I remain perfectly shaped like a perfectly shaped blond yes I AM.

Well carved perfectly suited who in the Church building is like me.

Wimpy little Christians why can’t you stand strong, stop being comforted by worship songs and just man up, better yet suit up.

Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the greatest Christian of them all, Casting out demons, helping the sick and giving to the poor Jesus what more do you want from me.

Lord you don’t need to restore me just walk by and go next door,

But suddenly when the sun comes out I just may melt away like ice cream

On a cone

Maybe I need to understand that bleeding is a part of salvation

And even though I don’t want to show every nation how weak i am

I must understand that righteousness can only be found in the GREAT I AM

Perfection – having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.

 Ecclesiastes 7:20

Indeed, there is not a righteous man on earth who continually does good and who never sins.

 

By: Riaan

View

Wipe my eyes my view is distorted I have failed to see the wonders of your creative hand

Looking for evidence while evidance is what I daliy see

My eyes are a window to see your beauty yet all I see is my own kingship.

Let the beauty of your creative hand colour my view, Let the evil in this world not distract perception of you. 

Cave in my fallen nature don’t let it take over rip away my sin and above all redirect my gaze, nevigate my path and teach me to admire your creation in all its fullness.

Rain (Spoken word)

Soft rain drops on my roof top, how magical
If only they didn’t remind me of how lonely I am.
The soft whisper in the weather is a sheer reminder of just how broken I am,
If only the Suttle wind found in the clouds did not speak that much
Can I stand in the rain will my wrongs be washed away and the pain of the past be gone in a moment.
What if I close my eyes and act like yesterday never happened would God forgive me.
My hands are covered in blood I have tried washing them away but the stains still remain and all the rain brings is the reminder that only God can cure a broken heart. – Riaan Afrikaner
#rain #forgivness #Christ

His Name

His Name carries the weight of Glory, the stones on earth vibrate by the mention of his praise
The oceans sing melodies and the birds whistle at the very mention of His King ship
Demons flee and lives transform let every tougne praise Him
What a sweet refuge to know our King.
Jesus your name has never failed me, my earthly struggles are just birth pains of the glorious time I will spend with you in heaven. _ Riaan Afrikaner
#Name #Jesus

The broken man

Bound by my secret sins playing church
Pointing fingers while 4 are pointing back at me
Held captive by guilt, imprisoned by shame how have i come to this cross road
My feet are weary and the sin I’m carrying is too much how can I free myself.
I preach with fire but this sin within me shouts retire,
The chains of my past are haunting and the burden of hypocrisy is taking its tole, have i lost myself in others?
But I hear a shout from heaven a voice filled with praise, it shouts The morning has come God has spoken come come come to me all who’s burdens has flooded them, I will save you from yourself and make you all new again I will forgive you and I Will restore you come and find rest in me with me there is nothing impossible.
– Riaan A Afrikaner