On a sabbath
The Lord commands a day of rest
The day to worship
Many do wonder;
'how do you worship and yet still have rest?'
But His word through His psalmist
'In His presence is fullness of joy'
And then an apostle of the new testament reminded us of the Saviors words
'Come unto me all ye who are heavy ladden,and I shalp give thee rest'
Worship is rest
Rest is worship
There,you have a peace no man can foil
Converged before the gates of Heavens
In Bethel,
We stand before the ripped curtain
Spirits returning to their one true home
Acknowledging we are God's own
We summon boldness to step before the great white throne
Summoning courage to come before the throne of Grace as our dead spirits resurrect from its tomb
Called by an amazing light from the darkness that looms
We're now birthing something in our wombs
It's a promise!
Now we proclaim by God's love
We refuse to return to our vomits
We were dead
useless,frivolous!
Tired of picking stuff that couldn't pick us up
We were carrying and caring about things that couldn't carry or even care about us
We made the world our idol
In the devils hands we became puppet dolls
But the moment the word became flesh
He turned it!
Just when we lost hope in ourselves
Just when we thought there was no way out
God made his way in!
I always wondered how He did it
But this beloved son came down
Took all our sins
Our children's sins
our father's sins
And then I remebered He said
It is finished
Just so when brethren gathered to worship we'll never look unto our sins and dead works and wail and tear our clothes
Or rub on us ashes
And wear sack clothes
Just come in all humility
You praising him is you saying
GOD,I tried all other stuff,all other god's but guess what, "I'm broken!So can you just fix me just like you did 2,000 years ago"
Worship!
How amazing how it's makes you a warship!!
It's not about the slow songs,
or the undiluted soft rythm of instruments
What matters is the Worship,The Worshipper and the Worshipped
What matters is the thirsty soul begging for life-giving water
What matters is the broken spirit wanting fire
What matters is the dirty body wiling to give away all
To fall,
and yet rise in love
To be revived!
The fellowship with brethren
A true gathering
In an upper room
This ones didn't need Tower Babel to get into the heavens
The apostles were not of one language
Yet they spoke of one that no man has heard of in ages
What God did at Babel confounding all of mankind whilst they built the tower
He did it again
But this time with a twist
They spoke His message in the heavenly language so as men would know what they speak of
yet they didn't understand it
Understanding truly is key!
All before,the apostles had gathered with the Savior
Yet lacked the true meaning of what was meant to be
Jesus had to come in flesh to die for us
But the Holy Ghost had to come diffuse itself with our dead spirits
Oh,How Ungrateful we've truly been!
You don't just worship with words,
or just the body or just a serene voice
You worship in spirit!
till even the demons after you can feel it!!
cause God only answers to broken humble ones sliding in Heavens dms
This is our one true sacrifice
Offerings bring promises with pains
Sacrifices bring blessings with burdens
Brethren,can you stand an infilling from the Holy Ghost?
Can you loose yourself into the open arms of the one that bled for you?
Can you wait on a man that'll break you and yet again make you?
Really,let's be sincere,can you stand to be Blessed?
God don't want the burnt or the wine or the food offerings
Neither is He begging or ordering
He only seeks they who would'nt mind their positions and seek power from him worshipping
Some trusted in horses and chariots
Some in gold and diamond
Some in Baal and other dead god's
But we look unto the cross
Our identity is in it
We look unto a man
It's funny how he's from Galilee
and yet he's the first spirit being
The Apostles were waiting
They didn't know how it was going to happen
But they just obeyed without questioning
What manner of faith was this?
Their faith was not held ransome to the outcome but the outlook
I mean to say:
Whether or not they got blessed
they were still gon follow him and wait on him and hold on to His words
'Cause they'll rather have the Blesser than the blessing'
Gathered in one accord
They waited on him
Waiting on something that could had melted the Earth
I used to wonder how they felt
Not until I realized it was the boom of fresh fire
The same fire that has made every unbeliever turn
The same fire ignited that made me Zebulun
The same fire that made Paul the last of apostles burn
'By our mouths our sins we confess,
By our hearts in His cross we believe'
This men believed still in one who has ascended
and left instructions they
tarry in Jerusalem
to receive the promise of The Comforter
How happy they must had been when the tongues finally descended!
Praise be the Prince of Salem
Zebulun of Elyon🔥
#TheLazarusEffect
