running out of death...

Subject: running out of death... Tue Feb 09, 2016 12:06 pm

Relentlessly pursued in the middle of the night

and no matter where I turned, I couldn't outrun the light

I ran left and ran right but I was running out of breath

Running out of time...running out of death...

Seemingly dreaming, I just kept on running

but the light that was chasing me was stunningly cunning

I found a dark place and I tried to hide

but I was quickly betrayed by the devil inside

so I unlocked the door...bolted as fast as I could

and the reason I was running I never quite understood

and the man that was chasing me, it seemed like he knew me

because when I tried to hide inside a bottle, he just saw right through me

so I tried hiding inside a pipe...but it, too, a house of glass

and as I started throwing rocks I would watch my future pass

My heart was heavy and my lungs were heaving

and the life that I'd been living I believed I would be leaving

because time was definitely not on my side

and the times I didn't die were the times that I died

and the words I didn't say were the words I should've said

because a person can be alive and at the same time dead

for there's a difference between being alive and truly living

but this world can at times be cold and unforgiving

I had fallen into a void that I had tried to avoid

and it left my life empty...barren...destroyed

and it seemed like I was running for years upon years

and from the ocean of my soul I tasted saltwater tears

and they were streaming down my face and I couldn't erase the chase

so I stopped...turned around...and was embraced by grace

It was my Savior who was chasing me all this time

and before I was born, he knew I'd write this rhyme

and he knew each and every trap that I would find myself in

for when I was born into the world...I was born into sin

and when the fruit that I had eaten finally turned my heart black

God never gave up because he knew I'd be back

Though I'm still tainted and broken, the Lord has spoken...it is so

A mile high and rising with a hundred miles to go...

Being married to the world means being buried beside my wife

Wary of the cemetery, I'm now running for my life

When I asked Jesus why he did it...why he brought me through the flame

"Upon the palms of my hands...I have written your name..."

Subject: Re: running out of death... Sat Feb 13, 2016 5:08 am

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Jail-House Prophet

He was the one who prayed most sincerely for me at a time of great struggle and embarrassment. My wife, daughter, baby boy and I were about to leave Chatham, and I went to Ron for a talk and some encouragement and prayer. My law business had collapsed.

He had been a client of mine in the setting up of a facility for the St. Leonard's Society, giving support, shelter and life skills to recent parolees. I had also known him from a quaint Charismatic fellowship which we attended for a time.

Ron had a criminal record which prevented him from ever again crossing the U.S. Border. Biker. Drug importer. Scrapper. Jail-bird. It was hard for me to believe the reports looking at his clear blue eyes, neatly cropped beard and gentle handsome countenance. His wife and children rounded out a beautiful family. He was leaving factory work at that time for St. Leonard's.

I remember when I first heard him giving a message at another church. He had a burden. It was difficult and delicate. It concerned the story of Tamar, daughter-in-law to Judah, sadly widowed and put aside from the possibility of another willing husband and children for a time. Genesis 38 tells us that she was willing to play the harlot and seduce Judah into relations in order to conceive in that family line. Judah did not recognize the woman, but realized when the truth came out that he had been the greater wrongdoer.

Now what did this message, delivered with tears, mean to that fellowship? He likened that group unto Tamar. Some were offended. He intended only helpful correction. I have seen prophecy work most conspicuously in this fashion - admonition, God's viewpoint or encouragement. I am sceptical of most of the fore-telling messages which speak of prospects of the heart's desire like candy being dispensed (the new job, the soon- arriving boyfriend, the powerful ministry or financial blessing just around the corner.) Read the Elijah List on the web. It is full of such carnal stuff.

Ron, although younger than I, and having less formal education, proved himself to be miles farther down the path in spiritual power, sensitivity and balance. No inkling of pride. A loving prayer partner and a truly joyful participant in praise. He was a re-made and thankful man.

I learned later that God had taken him home with heart complications at an age which to me seemed far too young.

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Subject: Re: running out of death... Thu Mar 03, 2016 6:06 am

Well, I've only heard the Johnny Cash version up 'til now, but regardless, I think this song is sad, painful, and very, very honest. No doubt.

Subject: Re: running out of death... Thu Mar 03, 2016 7:51 am

What I like best about music...it's "muse-ical!"