Then I better get a good sword, learn how to use it and make sure it is very sharp and I guess it should be a double edged sword. Because the others will be coming for me. But do I have to learn how to use it with my mouth?
Then I better get a good sword, learn how to use it and make sure it is very sharp and I guess it should be a double edged sword. Because the others will be coming for me. But do I have to learn how to use it with my mouth?
Maybe you already have a sword...
Finrock wrote: ↑Tue Jun 04, 2024 5:24 pm
In the way down deep resevoir...
My hope floats on the surface.
Waiting to be fetched.
Amongst the roots
Amongst the pain
goes my hope.
Fashioned in between the fibers of distress.
A weaving and a mingling that creates a sword...
of power.
Without fail it will cut through all dark things, and restore in to the light all things hidden.
This is me. I am the sword.
I am.
The sword of truth, the sword of Hope, the sword that cuts away the flesh to expose the raw spirit.
Deep in the ground have I placed my stakes.
The deeper in to the depths my anchor goes, the higher my life stands.
The platform of my life is built on sorrow, death, decay, pain, suffering, and loneliness...this IS the substance!
Without this substance I would have no place to ground my anchor.
Yet my soul, my core, the Father in me, yearns for home! It yearns to be restored to my strength!
How much longer, Father, must I continue to live by the light of this candle? Nonetheless, as long as it is required, Father, I will remain true to You!
Then I better get a good sword, learn how to use it and make sure it is very sharp and I guess it should be a double edged sword. Because the others will be coming for me. But do I have to learn how to use it with my mouth?
Maybe you already have a sword...
Finrock wrote: ↑Tue Jun 04, 2024 5:24 pm
In the way down deep resevoir...
My hope floats on the surface.
Waiting to be fetched.
Amongst the roots
Amongst the pain
goes my hope.
Fashioned in between the fibers of distress.
A weaving and a mingling that creates a sword...
of power.
Without fail it will cut through all dark things, and restore in to the light all things hidden.
This is me. I am the sword.
I am.
The sword of truth, the sword of Hope, the sword that cuts away the flesh to expose the raw spirit.
Deep in the ground have I placed my stakes.
The deeper in to the depths my anchor goes, the higher my life stands.
The platform of my life is built on sorrow, death, decay, pain, suffering, and loneliness...this IS the substance!
Without this substance I would have no place to ground my anchor.
Yet my soul, my core, the Father in me, yearns for home! It yearns to be restored to my strength!
How much longer, Father, must I continue to live by the light of this candle? Nonetheless, as long as it is required, Father, I will remain true to You!
I think it still needs sharpened on the rock of Christ. Then maybe it can cut through some of the darkness at LDSFF.
The Wicker Man wrote: ↑Thu Oct 24, 2024 1:47 am
Then I better get a good sword, learn how to use it and make sure it is very sharp and I guess it should be a double edged sword. Because the others will be coming for me. But do I have to learn how to use it with my mouth?
Maybe you already have a sword...
Finrock wrote: ↑Tue Jun 04, 2024 5:24 pm
In the way down deep resevoir...
My hope floats on the surface.
Waiting to be fetched.
Amongst the roots
Amongst the pain
goes my hope.
Fashioned in between the fibers of distress.
A weaving and a mingling that creates a sword...
of power.
Without fail it will cut through all dark things, and restore in to the light all things hidden.
This is me. I am the sword.
I am.
The sword of truth, the sword of Hope, the sword that cuts away the flesh to expose the raw spirit.
Deep in the ground have I placed my stakes.
The deeper in to the depths my anchor goes, the higher my life stands.
The platform of my life is built on sorrow, death, decay, pain, suffering, and loneliness...this IS the substance!
Without this substance I would have no place to ground my anchor.
Yet my soul, my core, the Father in me, yearns for home! It yearns to be restored to my strength!
How much longer, Father, must I continue to live by the light of this candle? Nonetheless, as long as it is required, Father, I will remain true to You!
I think it still needs sharpened on the rock of Christ. Then maybe it can cut through some of the darkness at LDSFF.
Sharpening is a violent act. If you are the sword that needs sharpening, the rock of Christ is diamond hard. It's probably gonna be painful.
The Wicker Man wrote: ↑Thu Oct 24, 2024 1:47 am
Then I better get a good sword, learn how to use it and make sure it is very sharp and I guess it should be a double edged sword. Because the others will be coming for me. But do I have to learn how to use it with my mouth?
Maybe you already have a sword...
Finrock wrote: ↑Tue Jun 04, 2024 5:24 pm
In the way down deep resevoir...
My hope floats on the surface.
Waiting to be fetched.
Amongst the roots
Amongst the pain
goes my hope.
Fashioned in between the fibers of distress.
A weaving and a mingling that creates a sword...
of power.
Without fail it will cut through all dark things, and restore in to the light all things hidden.
This is me. I am the sword.
I am.
The sword of truth, the sword of Hope, the sword that cuts away the flesh to expose the raw spirit.
Deep in the ground have I placed my stakes.
The deeper in to the depths my anchor goes, the higher my life stands.
The platform of my life is built on sorrow, death, decay, pain, suffering, and loneliness...this IS the substance!
Without this substance I would have no place to ground my anchor.
Yet my soul, my core, the Father in me, yearns for home! It yearns to be restored to my strength!
How much longer, Father, must I continue to live by the light of this candle? Nonetheless, as long as it is required, Father, I will remain true to You!
I think it still needs sharpened on the rock of Christ. Then maybe it can cut through some of the darkness at LDSFF.
One thing we can know for certain: Christ will suffer with us. We can know He has not left us alone. He will be right there in the thick of it with us.
"A good martial artist does not become tense, but ready."
What do I need to steel my heart against? What lurks in the abyss? I hate to imagine yet somehow into the abyss I must go or rather, the abyss will swallow me whole whether I like it or not. "So might as well go after the dragon!"
