As I look Back O-ver my life....
Sometimes I look back on the places I’ve been, the things God’s has brought me through, and those of negative influence He’s delivered me from. In this realm of thought, I can’t help but smile as every possible, conceivable affliction in my current circumstances begins to fade into the distance. No longer a slave to emotional bondage. My King holds my life. Glory to God in...
When Jesus Returns.
bearhugsforjesus: Legit First everyone will be like this: Then God’s children will be like this: And people who didn’t accept Christ will be like this: And some of them will be like this: And others will be like this: Anyway… When everything is over and all the believers are with God, God will be like: And we’ll all be like: Yeah… it’s going to be...
Moment of Flesh: Women who know how to quote and rightly divide the Word of...
Lighten the Darkness - Rough Draft
The shadows that I face tonight, I cannot seem to pierce. With lies and hate, they capsulate. How numerous! How numerous! I cannot seem to pierce the sins that break Your heart. How numerous! How numerous! Oh, chamber dank and dark. The sins that break Your heart come quickly to my soul. Oh, chamber dank and dark, my prayer will shine before. Come quickly to my soul my Lord, do not delay. My...
You enthrall me in a manner unexplainable. When you call me, how I stammer to sustain it all. Ever stoked With flames of fire deep inside of me. Infinitely Intimately, I have been redeemed.
Art. Falling in love with her is dangerous. No one will ever understand the...– —EdenHope
Ah! My World.
Ah! My world… How bitter thee; composed of gall and poverty. Canst thou be sweet? Canst thou be grand? If you forsake His hand?
LORD, You saved me from that life! MAN, I love you! More than life could ever tell. More than lines of Prose! More than songs of Praise! More than meter and Poem! Thank you Jesus, for LIGHT!! Hallelujah!
In the chamber, myrrh and aloe rest beneath deception’s face. Grins impress her pillows right from where she lies today between the fabric- ated stories, writhing ‘tween the comfort spread. Darling, must we skirt the issue? You’ve already made your bed. Her golden locks are bronze, my son, so carry not the key. As such will lead a man to death and rend thy soul from thee. But...
This is the mo- ment w- hen I ad- mit I did not wite for tum- blr Tue- sday…. :( ;)
God entrusted it to you, because He knew you’d posess the capacity to be...
￼ Setting out to sail the sea to see her dreams come true Yet all she found were vile storms that snapped her ship in two. Setting out To climb the peaks For strength of no compare Yet all she found were gusty gales that left her, trembling there. Setting out to ancient lands for riches none have owned. Yet, all she found was failure, Searching hungry and alone. Writing in...
My King confounded multitudes with His cross words. They weren’t dross words, eloquent or false words. He said “Forgive Them” but we live as if we’ve not heard Like it’s a game, boyish ways have made us absurd. The sour wine was given, now our wine is living inside. My provision is Thine. I’m forgiven! I’m so blessed to be covered and stained He bled...
Stop searching for a tall drink of water, when God prepared a Match for you.– - — EdenHope
“No one talks to him about how he lives, He thinks that the choices he...– - -Superchic[k]
My favorite conversations happen with children. You get to kneel down to their...– - —EdenHope
Work is Service
Tumblr Before clocking in, my heart was absolutely SET on giving my two-weeks notice for my night/weekend pharmacy job. “I’m gonna do it. Time to free-up some time, and focus” Now don’t get my wrong, I’m not a shriveled belligerent and ungrateful punk, but rather, just having a hard time managing, time! My ears weren’t prepared to hear complaints. My feet...
I logged on today Feline-Worship Everywhere Ancient Egypt’s Minds - —EdenHope Anyone else notice the extremities of cat-love all over the internet?
CULTURAL MARXISM: How to Kill a Poet →
chasmatics: Poets are a resilient sort, and have a way of outstaying their welcome to where it becomes embarrassing to notice their death, where the shock is not so much their passing but the fact they managed to live so long unnoticed, well past the date where their death would still retain some tragedy….
Farewell 2012 -- Lets Change the World Now.
[ Last Year ] Was an amazing year of order, transition and repair. Beginning the year with God in mind was the crescendo to seeing Him show up and show out. My previous optical prescription has been amplified geographically, socially, and spiritually. My Sincerest Thanks to those who take the time to read this little blog of mine. [Geographically] In 2012 I’ve been graced opportunity....
Spilled Ink 9 -"History"
If simple words that we say could permeate a new day with love in positive ways Where would the Nation be? If prayer for freedom from chains for those who harbor their pains Could spill from lips once again Where would our Brothers be? How can we walk on by? Why watch our loved ones cry? When we can them pick up Where they hurt and show them love Fear is a lie to me Straight from the enemy But I...
Spill Dink 8
Love arrived with Baby’s Breath, Then Rose to bloom and conquer death. Sunday Morning Glory taught the heart, You’re my Forget-me-not.
I love you Christ, my Savior! I LOVE YOU! Because you loved me while I was yet a scornful sinner. Merry Christmas my tumblebeasts. I love reading your material, and I pray your day is blessed, and filled with love and inspiration. Write Forever! - —EdenHope
I can now Make homemade sushi! :]
I don’t understand, and that’s o.k..” - —EdenHope
I went to the hospital today; Invigorating yet familiar experience. I thumbed for floor 8 clutching a small packet of papers. I looked to my right and left prepared to go up alone. Just as soon as the door opened, droves of “everyday folks”, filled my average elevator. Three, Five, Seven plus me, as human sardines. I began to wonder why we all were here. ….Silence…. I...
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Like a moth to a flame, is man to Christ. A Naturally supernatural attraction.
“Happy Tuesday, Everyone!” Make it fresh. Apparently we all perish...
Senseless (Rough Draft)
Scarlet hands that gripped the fence Were mine, but now I couldn’t sense so numb from winter in my soul. The night I fled the gates of home. I heard Your love would e’re be kind Yet sin’s deception changed the mind In haste I cup my ears from Thee The night I fled you beckoned me. Waters fog the scenery of snows and streak my weary cheek with salted stains of solemn grief The night I...
Driving Home a Point
Went off-roading today. It was exciting It was awful. I met my old friend Slick Rhodes and his brother, Rocky Bluff driving to church in the rain. The Fella going 70 behind me was ridin my bumper like I had fifty chicken legs dangling from the back of my car. Could’ve been dead and all, Instead God intervened. Someone wants me gone before 2013. That’s fine, I believe in Elohim. Night...
Spilled Ink 
Emphatic. Grammic. Train Wreck. Every line. Sheer Nonsense. A work, Broke in a part, of me and creeping down thick strands of speech. Droll Drool. Let it take it’s course, of course. It’s core’s my every thought, tied, taught; tight. *shrug* I grip the pen still, wishing for the pencil’s lead for fear of facts not in finite timespans. - —Piteous. If I could be,...
Any of my TumbleBeasts Aspiring Writers?
So we’re writing a book! Designing pages, covers, and typesetting. A grand endeavor to reach the world, pass the time, and allow some form of creative outlet. I’ve chosen to use Tumblr as well as a series of scheduled alarms to keep myself on track and accountable. Anyone delving into any of the arts knows that procrastination is a grand hindrance. So far, I’m on Page 47. No...
makeloveoutofwords: She will always be that girl who can only watch you from afar too afraid to undress her veil too afraid to leave a whisper too afraid to catch your gaze because you are too pure to be tainted by her own selfish touch.
Paths were perfect, planned, expected ‘till her eyes caught Mr. Rected, passing through the morning breeze, Under copper maple trees. Her fall for him, like autumn leaves the homesick heart to grope. Longing to be loved again, before a wending hope. Linear and locked in place was life before he saw the face of sweet Ms. Guided, wandering the path he traveled, pondering. He’d ache to...
Dear Tumblr. Did nothing productive tonight after work. Making progress…