The greatest day of my life was when I accepted Jesus. The flowers looked and smelled sweeter and more colorful. My heart felt free; soaring over every care of life. I have had many encounters where God healed a hurt, a worry, and even bad attitudes. I cannot imagine a world without the secret place of prayer where I am daily touched by His love.
The Healing Aroma
The healing aroma upon a life sore,
Delivers flowers of hope and peace from the Lord.
Where there was darkness and inner pain,
And accusations and heavy chains,
There is a now glimmer of light,
Free from torment and filled with inner delight.
The air smells like love and breath unrestrained,
Joyful anticipation has dulled life’s pain.
It is a beautiful place prepared for each soul;
A lovely, healthy-place for the wise to go.
Angels strain to see how the change takes place;
How the strain of life’s problems are erased.
How faces shine and love words freely flow,
From very grateful, God-loving souls.
God’s healing touch is not just a onetime thing.
It is His gift He will daily bring.
So come and enjoy the place of health prepared for your soul;
Into the loving presence of the One that your heart holds.
I have seen his ways, and will heal him: I will lead him also, and restore comforts unto him and to his mourners. I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith the Lord; and I will heal him.
It feels like we are in a bad dream at times. In our world what is up is declared as down. What is wrong is declared as right. Everything we have been taught is being nullified. However we are not fooled when we have found the Truth for He has woken us up to be aware of the enemy’s deception.
It is strange how meanings of words collide;
How their intents are on opposite sides.
God calls us to wake up to the truth receive.
So His soon return we can see.
He desires us to wake up to the call of love,
Born again to experience His touch.
Woke; the sleeping bride prepares for Jesus’ return;
Wise virgins with lamps tended with oil to burn.
To be “Woke” is an evil call as well;
With a very different story to tell.
These hear and are deceived to believe a lie.
They do not or they refuse to the truth recognize
Their life a different story shares,
Honoring their source of power unaware.
The evil-one marches forward with steps bold and rash,
Declaring a woke-generation, that does not rely on truth or facts.
Are you awake to God and His provision of love and care,
Able to the good news with others share,
Or woke to lying, seducing, killing spirits that promise things untrue
Your decision proves the Master you choose.
And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.