Holy EnTrance



“Oh the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and paths beyond tracing out!”
Romans 11:33

It’s like I’m plungin’ into His wisdom, and I love to swim in His word His Spirit fillin’ my lungs again

no scuba needed, I’m one of His kin

cryin’ Abba Father in the water bubbles as I’m comin’ to Him

gettin’ closer feel the Sun on my skin, the glory of the Lord pullin’ me forward His love tuggin’ somethin’ within

feelin’ unworthy, there’s nothin’ in men

deservin’ of His presence I’m dirty and daily I need scrubbin’ again

but His blood covers an abundance of sin though as I get nearer exposed in a mirror is just how grungy I am

I become more of a mirror the cleaner the clearer His reflection as He purifies my heart in section; the goal is perfection

one day he’s comin’ again

I’ll be it then but until, I hear the trumpets and men leavin’ their graves I’m still

searchin’ the depths of His wisdom and love learnin’ to breathe His Spirit, my body fueled by His blood

“And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know his love that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God”
Ephesians 3:17-19

It’s like I’m enterin’ into the temple left my flesh at the altar bathed at the laver,

continuin’ in identifyin’ with Christ and sacrifice purged with his word and Spirit the knife, cuttin’ precisely

dividing the soulish and spiritual, devotion from ritual

Pharisaic traditions and relational pinnacles

no longer seen as sinful linen cloaks my physical

like the ship of Vulcan, my sins become invisible

In visible distance I behold the holiest

pass the pillars and the porch and approach with boldness

establish in his strength, glad to be his associates

communing without the communism of the Soviets

consuming the shewbread frosted with pure frankincense offered for a memorial is the metaphor makin’ sense?

a wonderful fragrance made when the Son was offered

grantin’ me access into the throne room of the Father

continuin’ onward after glancin’ at the lamp stands

light providin’ sight, so I see where my Timberlands stand

filled with His Spirit the light of Christ that shines before man

Holy Ghost promote more than Jordan and Foreman

for a minute I pause at the altar of incense

thanked the Lord for interceding for my life since an infant

an infinite God in torn flesh ripped the curtain He searchin’ my dirty heart but His heart is worthy of searchin’ for certain

“Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water.”
Hebrews 10:19-22


 It’s like I’m walkin’ into the oracle

sparked in the heart of David, made in the days of Solomon, but now historical

gold walls carved with palm trees open flowers and cherubim done marvelously they pause me

cause me to stop and meditate

consider the Hosts of Heaven the Lord with His Son and all His delegates

I long to sing along and celebrate

Holy Holy Holy is the Lamb who was slain to save us from hellish fate

suddenly I’m in another place the mercy seat and the arc are replaced with God’s throne of grace

the cherubim live, they spectate, I fall prostrate, His glory is heavy I can’t take the weight

then I awake at the crib and I’m prostrate in my bed next to the pages I read to behold His face

and by grace it is real, and through faith it’s revealed that when I’m prayin’ I’m still in His Holy Place

Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do no have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are, yet was without sin. Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need”
Hebrews 4:14-16



 Then he said to me, Son of man, eat this scroll I am giving you and fill your stomach with it. “So I ate it, and it tasted sweet as honey in my mouth
Ezekiel 3:3



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