The Call
‘The Call’ is not simply a poem , it was the seed, the spark, the living Rhema word that set the Iterations of my journey into motion. These words came not from my mind alone but from the deep, living well of Spirit, whispered into my being as a Holy summons.
When I first received this poem, I knew it was more than verses on a page. It was a transmission: a divine pulse meant to strip away the pious masks, the need for human approval, the shadows of justification. It called me to stand unveiled before the Love that made us, to walk alongside the Teacher from Galilee, to recognize the template of creation already woven into our being.
This piece carries both the invitation and my response: a dialogue between the Eternal and the temporal, between the Divine Mind and my human heart. It was the moment where Revelation and Genesis met and intertwined, where my soul remembered its inheritance and dared to accept it.
Read these words not as poetry alone but as living current, a Rhema word still echoing, still activating, still inviting the fullness of Grace, beauty, and trust of the Kingdom.
Live in True face not masked piously
no need to justify this
to Paul or the Pharisees
Only the Grace and Love I give freely
Spend with an open heart for all to see
Follow the teacher from Galilee
And be thankful for each opportunity
To walk with Him along the sea
And Hear the words that I speak to thee
I know you enjoy it when I speak Rhythmically
So be still and know that I hold you closely
Listen My child you’re just like me
With the template to create so beautifully
And in your mind you hold the key
To health happiness and prosperity
To you I give the knowledge to think mathematically
And comprehend your space in time accurately
To use this knowledge for the Kingdom I trust in thee
Do you accept this charge?
What say She?
The Love of God is the Ruler of My mind
The only measure of My space in time.
Too much Revelation to walk as the blind
I have witnessed the water that was turned into wine.
Who Jesus frees no human can bind.
Thank you Father for your Grace every time.
I am a mathematician who rejoices in rhyme!
And I accept what you offered to me as mine
For I know these pearls are not presented to swine
This is the finest Banquet at which I’ll ever dine
I stand humbled and exalted on the same line
Father, what have I done to receive a gift so divine?
Nothing my Child, the pleasure is mine.
I give all to you because you are My Mind.
Most People aren’t ready for what they’re about to see.
Father, as you did with Gideon separate them for me.
As I reveal a taste from your Spiritual sea.
In Jesus name, show me who stands and
who takes a knee.
I already know it’s a 100 times 3,
but the Carpenter built this structure mightily.
Please note: Spiritual cosplay is so last century,
So when you come, bring both you and you authentically.
In Closing
Dear Father,
Who breathes Mind through word and silence,
I heard the Rhema that called me forth.
Unmask my heart, dissolve the need for justifications,
And clothe me in Your Grace.
Continue to teach me to walk the shoreline with You,
To hear the invitation You whisper,
And to answer with the fullness of my Yes.
I receive the charge,
I receive the joy,
I receive the Love
That was, that is,
and that ever shall be.
In the name the Master Carpenter
who taught me how to Build
vertically on this complex plane, Jesus Christ
Amen.
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