Simcha – Poetry

BRING JUDGMENT AND BLESSING

 

OH YHWH – LAWLESSNESS ABOUNDS

PEOPLE RUN TO AND FRO IN ENDLESS FUTILITY

EACH ONE DOES WHAT IS RIGHT IN HIS OWN EYES

THOSE IN AUTHORITY IGNORE THE CRIES OF THE OPPRESSED

THEIR DECISIONS ARE SHALLOW AND EMPTY

THE CARING THAT THEY ONCE HAD HAS NOW DEPARTED

THOSE ABOVE US ARE DEVOID OF WISDOM

UNDERSTANDING HAS FLED FAR FROM THEM

IN THEM CAN BE FOUND NO SANITY

THEIR FOUNDATIONS ARE BUILT ON WET SAND

THEY FLAIL WILDLY TO WARD OFF THE GNAT

BUT THEY FAIL TO SEE THE CAMEL THAT WALKS BY THEM

THEIR WHIP STINGS HORRIBLY AS IT CRACKS ON OUR BACKS

THE WEAPON OF THEIR TONGUE ASSAULTS OUR VERY SPIRITS

THEY GIVE A MEAGER PITTANCE TO MAKE AMENDS

THEY PROCLAIM THE PRICE OF THEIR GIFT

THEN THEY OFFER IT TO US CHARGING USURY

OFTEN THEY WEAR THEIR ACTS AS A BADGE OF THEIR OWN HONOR

DISPLAYING IT PROUDLY IN PLAIN SIGHT

WEARING IT SO THAT ALL WITH EYES CAN SEE

THEIR KINDNESS GIVEN TO ALL BUT WITH CONDITIONS

THEY DEMAND FAVOR FOR THEIR FEIGNED CHARITY

BUT THEIR DEEDS ARE A STENCH IN YOUR NOSTRILS OH YAHWEH

THEIR ACTIONS AND THEIR WORDS A VEHICLE

A CONVEYANCE ON THEIR ROAD TO SHEOL

FOR THEY ARE NOT AT ALL LIKE YOU YAHWEH

IN FACT – OPPOSITE ARE THEIR ACTIONS AND CONTENT

THEIR DEEDS WILL BURN WITH FERVENT HEAT

FUEL FOR THE EVERLASTING FIRES OF TORMENT

WOOD, HAY AND STUBBLE THEY OFFER IN SACRIFICE TO YOU

YOU, WHOSE EYES ARE AS A FLAMING FIRE

YOU WHO JUDGES THE THOUGHTS AND DESIRES OF EVERY HEART

YOU WHOSE TONGUE IS A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD

YOU, WHO EVERYONE WILL STAND BEFORE ON THE LAST DAY

WAIT NO LONGER OUR KING OF MAJESTY

TARRY NOT ONE MINUTE MORE, OUR RIGHTEOUS KING AND REDEEMER

DELIVER YOUR PEOPLE AND JUDGE QUICKLY THE OPPRESSOR

CAUSE THOSE WITH STIFF KNEES TO BOW HUMBLY BEFORE YOU

HUMBLE THE PRIDEFUL AND FELL THE LOFTY TREES

BRING HAPPILY BEFORE YOU THOSE WHO YOU LOVE

ALL OF YOUR PEOPLE, WHOM YOU’VE ORDAINED TO BE YOURS

SEPARATE FOREVER THE SHEEP FROM THE GOATS

BRING TO PUBLIC SPECTACLE THOSE WHO PRACTICE UNRIGHTEOUSNESS

EXALT THOSE WHO LOVE YOUR KINGDOM AND YOUR NAME

BE GLORIFIED IN ALL THE EARTH

SHOW YOUR GLORY THROUGH THE ACTIONS OF YOUR PEOPLE

LET THE WICKED GO TO EVERLASTING SORROW

BUT LET YOUR SANCTIFIED REMAIN IN YOUR PRESENCE FOREVER

AMEN.

Copyright 2008 – Ruach Ha Kodesh via David Ben Yakov

INTERVENE OH HOLY ONE

 

Have vengeance for me oh Yahweh,

Have your way with those who torment me.

Shut the mouth of the wicked and prideful man.

Cause his tongue to shrivel on the inside of his mouth.

Make his folly known to all of those he has victimized.

Cause his superiors to perform righteous judgment.

Pay him back tenfold – recompense for recompense.

Let all of his generations know of his infamy,

And let them be ashamed of his misdeeds.

Let your righteous judgment fall upon him,

And cause all of his endeavors to fail him.

Let the things that he cherishes dry up,

And let them blow away like the dust during a gale.

Let there be no increase in his barns,

And let his herds not be found by him.

Make him a pauper – a man who is destitute.

Let him search for his prized possessions,

And let them not be found by him.

Let him no more make claim of Your Name,

And let him no longer be an affront to Your Holiness.

In your chastisement let him be corrected.

Let his eyes to be opened and his ears to be unstopped.

Cause his heart to feel unfettered sorrow,

And let his mourning be heard by many who are far off.

Shatter his haughtiness oh Yahweh,

And refine his heart in your fire.

Act in your might and cause him to hear your voice.

Receive glory by bringing him to the low places.

My delight is to see your glory shown,

And to see your justice performed in the affairs of men.

Yahweh Yeshua, you are King and Lord,

And your majesty shines many times brighter than the sun.

So, intervene oh Holy and Righteous One,

And change this man, or remove him forever!

Copyright 2008 – Ruach Ha Kodesh via David Ben Yakov

I STILL AWAIT YOUR ANSWER

 

If I might be so bold, might I ask, what do you want?

What requirements have I neglected, what price have I not paid,

That you see fit not to grant me the desire of my heart.

What I ask for is not hard for the maker of all that exists,

Nor should it seem to be an impossible task for an Almighty God.

My life has always been simple, I’ve never asked for much.

I’ve never asked for money or wealth like most men would ask,

For I know what such things lead to.

I’ve not asked for fame or recognition, which many certainly crave,

For I know that those things are really hollow facades.

I’ve not asked for might or power, for which men all covet,

For I know that you are the Kingdom, Power and Glory.

I’m content in the life that you’ve designed for me,

One where I can effect change and expect my reward when I reach Glory.

I’ve never really asked you for things that I wanted,

For wants are mostly requested out of selfish desires.

Instead, I’ve only asked you for needs, the basis necessities,

The simple staples of life; those things that are needed to survive.

But for years I’ve only had one request, only one desire for my flesh,

The love of a good woman who loves you and can love me.

Oh, I love the amusing antidote that my friends have said for years,

“God’s making that special one just for you.”

Does it take the same God who made all that exits, made it in six days;

Does it take you so many years to knit together one single woman?

Dear Yahweh, I know that they’re enigmatic, yes, maybe even for you,

But what do you answer, when will you hearken to the voice of my cry?

I only look for answers, for a sign or perhaps, maybe, some results.

Why the silence O Yahweh, where’s her presentation?

I’ve admitted my sin Yahweh, I’ve confessed my shortcomings.

In foolishness I did set out on my own to fulfill my need for a companion.

Like a blind man I did fall into many pits and stumbled over the goads.

I’ve allowed my heart to love those for what ever reason, couldn’t reciprocate.

I’ve allowed feigned lovers to lead my heart down a primrose path,

Only to have them push my heart off of the precipice at the end of the trail,

And to have it cut asunder on the sharp rocks below.

Yet each time you were faithful Yahweh, you picked up it’s pieces and made it new.

You healed this wounded man and rebuilt what was once destroyed.

Yes I’ve learned Yeshua, I’ve learned to obey and I’ve learned to listen.

And although I listen, I do not hear an answer; silence is my portion.

Be silent no longer Yahweh, speak to me in a clear and concise manner.

Whatever the answer, I’ll heed and obey, even if it is contrary to my desire.

I will continue to sit and wait for your answer Yahweh,

I pray that it comes quickly and that I hear it astutely.

And I promise to accept your decision with gladness and joy.

Copyright 2007 – Ruach Ha Kodesh via David Ben Yakov

 

Authors Note: The answer was received in August of the same year and she is a
wonderful woman who loves Yeshua. Her name is Lourdes…Hallelujah!!

FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE

 

I exist and I am alive, but where did I come from,

I have no recollection of ever having been before.

I sit in this dark void, jostled from time to time,

The void casting itself in varied positions.

I am nervous and confused, what am I, who am I?

I should be frightened here in the dark but I’m not,

No, I’m peaceful, content and assured of my fate.

Something urges me to continue, to press forth,

But what or who is this presence, what is this drive?

Why do I feel special; what did you say, I’m called out?

You’re knitting me together in the secrecy of this place,

This blackness is but temporary, I will leave it someday soon?

Oh, whose voice do I hear, who talks to me so tender?

What purpose, what special thing, I just don’t understand,

I’m brand new; I continue to wonder what this is all about.

Please explain to me clearly, tell me plainly, what is life?

Why must I leave the security of this place?

I must be born? I must enter a hostile place of dread and fear?

I’ve done nothing wrong, why condemn me to such a fate.

Now I understand, I must live for you, for your purpose.

But still I need to know more, please read me the storyline.

Then like a wondrous picture you show me what is to come.

It is a life of laughter and sadness, one of loneliness and strife,

A life spent in solitude and in want of relational closeness,

One where love given out is never quite returned in kind.

Many things you reveal to me, countless sights I see,

I feel prepared, the map before me to guide me, a plan.

But why can’t you let me remember what you have shown me?

Why must I go through life like a blind man,

Like one in the dark who must feel his way with every step?

You are God, my Creator, tell me why this is so!

 

I showed you the scenes of your life to assure you of who I AM.

I want you to know that you have a purpose and are so very special.

Yes, you will enter a hostile and painful world shortly,

A world where some will seek to hurt you, some to destroy you.

It is appointed for you to walk in your own strength for a short while,

To rebel against me and yes, to even deny my; but you will return.

In your rebellion you will see sin for what it really is and will come to hate it.

Through your rebellion you will understand what rebellion is and will detest it.

During your time away from me you will turn to dark things, my enemy’s wiles,

But, when you gloriously come back to me we will use your knowledge against my foe.

I will test your faith in me by slowly answering your prayers but they will be answered.

Yet, to truly see how much you love me, some prayers will not be answered; you will understand.

You will long for companionship and for much of your life you will not find it.

But I will reward you for your faithfulness to me and for your steadfastness.

I will provide you with a wonderful crown, a beautiful jewel, a wife that all will envy.

You both will serve me until I come to receive you unto myself.

Your union will be a blessing to this world, a testimony to the saved and unsaved alike.

And when I take you both unto myself I will bless you with wondrous gifts,

Gifts so beautiful and unique that mere earthly words cannot describe.

You both will live with me forever, living, laughing, loving and worshipping me.

 

So go forth now, it is time for you to enter into the world.

It is time for you to begin your destiny in me.

I have chosen you from before the foundations of the world,

And because I have chosen you, nobody will pluck you from my hands.

Always remember and never forget that my promises are true and just.

And remember that I will be with you always and forever.

This is my promise, this is my purpose, and this is my bond.

Copyright 2008 – Ruach Ha Kodesh via David Ben Yakov

ON THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS

 

The road that I travel is rough, filled with the holes of time and war.

It is a road that has been traveled by countless armies over the millennia,

Infantries of antiquity marching in cadence with me this present day.

Comrades in arms walk with me today, trodding over unfamiliar ground,

The crisp morning air scented by the lovely cedars of Lebanon.

This land I could call my own, the milk and honey would I eat,

But the ravages of war prevent me from musing any farther.

Such a wondrous sunrise over the mountains that witnessed it so many times,

The life giving light that brings warmth and comfort; and another battle.

The same star rising in the east in quiet majesty,

Alighting over Mount Hermon, like it has, shining from the beginning of creation.

O how the armies of Assyria and Persia must have beheld the same sight,

How Alexander and Pharaoh’s have seen the sun come over the same crest.

The villages are quiet but for the stirrings of the few early risers,

Their work interrupted as they spy us and return indoors out of fear,

Or perhaps out of expectation of events that they know about all too well.

Perhaps their ancestors acted the same when Pharaoh’s army came over the rise,

Or Nebuchadnezzar’s or the legions of Rome, or the Crusaders.

They play out their parts in a production that is old as time itself,

Proving to me that there truly is nothing new under the sun.

 

We wait quietly, certain that those who have escaped, those who ran inside,

Might they will sound the alarm, to alert our ardent enemy, our sworn foe?

Surprise overcomes us as minutes tick by, the quiet continues.

Even the birds have ceased their music, their joyful chatter,

Waiting in expectation of what they somehow know is going to transpire.

Moving forward in silence, my heartbeat louder than any gun, any weapon of war,

Surely someone can hear it beating, someone will be alerted by its rapid thumping.

My mind checks itself constantly; safety off, three round burst, one round chambered;

And yes, the grenades are there, just like they were ten seconds ago; all is set.

What’s this I see, she’s so young so fragile, can’t be more than seven or eight.

If she was back home she’d be getting ready for school, picking out her clothes for this day.

But here she’s standing in harm’s way, about to witness death and destruction.

Sweet Yeshua, keep her safe, envelope her in your safe arms during the melee.

She motions to a house with shuttered windows, a tattered wooden door,

It appears to be dark, the peace of sleep seems to emanate from it; not for long.

Go inside I motion to the little angel who guides my way, shows me my path.

Thank you Yeshua, she went inside, she’s behind the stone walls of the house.

 

My foot crashes against the door, it breaks and falls to the floor with a thud.

A look of surprise from eight, no ten, no it’s twelve men lying on the floor.

Faces that seem to still in the fog of sleep, waking to a startling reality;

Today they’ll breath their last, their sleep will be perpetual in the twinkling of an eye.

With instinct some reach for their weapons, a mistake I wish they didn’t make.

My training takes control and I feel my finger squeeze back on the trigger.

My weapon rears up like a wild stallion as it gallops into the kill of the battle.

Flashes of light bounce off of the dark walls, ensigns of lightning my finger is producing.

One by one the men fall, reminding me of idols blowing down in the wind.

I grab an RPG that is standing like an guard against the wall,

It’s a sentinel asleep while on duty, standing there without orders, without a commander.

I’ll be your commander and I’ll give you specific orders, you will obey my commands.

We exit the hovel in full assurance we will not be accosted, no harm will befall us.

But what is this I hear, popping in quick succession, little flashes coming from another home.

The rock on the wall next to me chips away like someone invisible using a jack hammer,

This wall taking a terrible beating meant for me and my comrades.

The weapon in my hand levels, its aim being them trying to do us harm.

Then a noise like a Roman Candle, sparks and a trail of fire and smoke leave me behind.

A flash eliminates my assailer, he who sought my life is no more.

Running, but my attention is drawn back to that home, rapidly disintegrating into rubble.

Countless secondary explosions that increase exponentially each second,

Like some eternal conflagration, a glimpse at the lake of fire I surmise.

 

With haste we depart, choosing to hike rather than the highway in which we came,

Alexander’s highway, the Assyrian thoroughfare no longer safe, we’re the enemy.

Estimating the klicks as we walk, one, two, three – we’re probably safe.

But now the drone of a vehicle and what sounds like men screaming in Arabic.

Oh Yahweh, we’ve been made, discovered; enemies advance against us, frothing at the mouth.

In an instant one comrade falls, a bullet through the neck, he never had a chance.

We take cover, but in a ravine, our enemies on the hill; we’re ducks in a shooting gallery.

Another comrade shot in the leg, his blood spurting with every heartbeat; I can’t save him.

One by one, picked off like trout in a barrel, like a game animal during season.

I’m going to die anyway; must take some of the other guys with me I surmise.

I got two Yahweh, but there are so many, and they won’t stop till I’m dead; help me I pray.

 

My stomach hurts Yahweh, like someone just kicked me there, what does this mean?

I gaze down, there’s blood, lots of it…am I coming home to be with you now?

They’re coming down the hill now Yahweh, oh please deliver me from my enemies,

You did promise to do that, I remember all of the promises, all your precepts, you are my trust.

Gunfire, helicopters, voices coming from behind, not from the direction of danger?

Not the sound of Arabic, no, it’s the ancient voice of the Jew…you’ve kept your promise Yahweh!

 

The pain of hot lead, my gut hurts greatly, waves of unconsciousness crashed on my shore; I fight them.

Fight sleep until I know their fate, those who are as brothers to me, the Diaspora Brigade.

Medic shakes his head each time; their loss more painful than my bullet wound,

Each confirmation like another bullet entering the very center of my being, they’re all gone.

Too much pain to bear, I will succumb this time to the the waves of unconsciousness crashing upon me.

 

I awake, the ceiling moving, people walking beside where I lay, a sensation of motion; I feel safe.

Nurses gaze upon me, the object of their adoration, one whom they respect; I am content.

Thoughts of my parents, both busy about their lives and their families; not aware of my condition,

No knowledge of where I am or what I’m doing, thinking that I’m living the life of a loner, a recluse.

If I perish they will never know what I did, secrecy will keep them from being proud of me, silence is essential.

I want to hug my dad, kiss my mom and talk to my sister just once more time, please let me live Yahweh.

Drugs wearing off again, pain increasing, do the doctors hear me? Am I even alive?

Pain is leaving again…surgery??

 

Conscious again, stirred by a monotonous Hebrew man talking, oh, it’s the news on television.

Someone’s standing next to me; vision blurry; it’s a man with gray hair, his voice broken,

Broken by waves of emotion that toss him to and fro – please hand me my glasses I ask.

Aluf Sharon at my bedside; praying while holding back tears; Baruch Ha Shem, my son lives,

Looking up toward heaven he breaths a sigh of relief and thankfulness, hands lifted up in praise to Yahweh.

Reflections of how blessed I am – Aluf Sharon considers me as one of his own – I’m honored!

 

Bless Yahweh, now the voice that I’ve waited to hear,

An ever delicate voice that sets my heart to flight whenever I hear even her whisper.

My precious Leah, my love,  pushes past my commander.

Her very motion letting all in the room know that she is in command now,

All would gladly obey her, no matter what the order.

Tears fall from her face and light upon mine like a soft rain, a welcomed rain.

She holds me tight, like she’s never going to let me go.

My wound hurts, but don’t release me; the best pain I’ve ever felt

Her tears salty yet sweet refresh my very soul.

Utter contentment fills my entire being.

More my love, once I awake from my impending sleep.

 

Hallel Yahweh, you preserved me; my ever present help in time of trouble.

Yeshua, my light and my salvation, I shall not fear nor shall I dread.

The hosts of my enemy were camped against me, and by your grace I did not fear.

You are my shield and my buckler O’ strength of my soul.

On the road to Damascus, in the fertile fields of Eretz Yisrael, anywhere on earth,

Or somewhere in the vastness of endless space and time – You Are My G-d

Copyright 07/13/2007 David Ben Yakov

SAILING WITH CAPTAIN YESHUA

 

Sleep overcame my tired eyes and you lulled me to blissful slumber,

The stress and sorrow of a busy day dissolved away into sweet unconsciousness.

When before my eyes I beheld a land in decay and sorrow,

Streets filled with anger and distrust; a place of foreboding woe.

In the distance a ship, one of beauty and fine craftsmanship,

A sound looking vessel adorned with sails of a purest white material.

With destination unknown, I approach this fine ship, wondering, praying,

Should I trust my being to the operator, is He trustworthy, is he skilled at sailing?

A glance at where I have come from causes me to move forward,

I cannot go back to such a horrid place, returning to utter misery and fear.

Standing at the gangplank I question the crew, I have to know, what price?

The Captain, with hair of white and a beard to match answers my call,

In ever so soft but firm speech he speaks words that cause me to listen in awe;

I’ve paid your fare is the reply I hear from this wondrous looking seaman.

I knew you were coming, even before I built this incredible vessel.

Just one thing you need he says; believe that I have done this for you.

Feeling an irresistible urge to believe this man, and terms agreed, I board.

 

The ship sets sail with many others who are guests like myself,

Men, women, young and old, of all the families of earth and all tongues,

All united in our captain and trusting him on our journey to a better land.

We’re told of a land flowing with milk and honey, with streams of living water,

A place where where this is no sickness, sorrow or death, a place called heaven.

It seemed like the space of a lifetime passed in just a few seconds,

We were young, then old then infirm and then came the great barrier;

Something that loomed in front of the ship, a dark mist, foreboding,

A mystery we somehow all expected but somehow all hoped to avoid.

Fear not, the Captain cried out, as if anticipating what we all found apprehensive.

Trust in me and the mist will turn into a white cloud of joy, into a blue sky of bliss.

We could not resist His words, spoken with such authority; a voice of experience.

And when the ship passed through the mist we were immediately at our destination.

 

Before us was a city with walls made of jewels, its height reaching far into the sky.

The gates of the city were also jewels but were open for all who reached this expanse.

The flowers along the path sang the name of the Captain and they bowed as He passed.

Palm trees clapped their fronds as we passed by, applause for all who overcame.

The sky was blue and smelled like a sweet summer rain, clean and fresh.

I smelled the colors that were around me and could hear them also.

As I breathed in I could taste honey mixed with the sweetest of new wine.

What sounded like the voices of innumerable singers filled the air.

I could see the music as well as hear it and it smelled like frankincense.

All who stood there had a radiance and they shone like the sun,

All having the same brilliance that the captain possessed, but yet not as bright.

In one accord we followed the Captain, like a fold of sheep follows a shepherd.

 

Having led us to a great table, the Captain then sat each person individually,

Welcoming each attendee as though they were the guest of honor at this feast.

The accommodations were for a countless number of people, the table infinitely long,

Yet, I could see the whole table and all who sat there,

My spirit comprehending the once incomprehensible.

As I beheld all who sat there I then grasped the significance of this dinner setting.

For I looked at all who attended, and we were all dressed in fine white clothing.

Every soul there appeared perfect, no spot, no defect, no wrinkle – like a beautiful young bride.

And the bride cried because we realized that we were now betrothed to the Captain, the King.

The long days and years of waiting, of suffering and yes, sometimes doubt, just melted away.

All of the old cares and anxieties just dissolved and could be remembered no more.

We awoke like one does from a dream, into the reality that was true all along.

And the words spoken from heaven in the past finally became so real;

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death,

neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain:

for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4

Copyright 5/5/07 – Ruach Ha Kodesh via David Ben Yakov

ADD TO THE CUP OF MY LOVE

 

Set before me is a cup, a cup that is my very own.

Some people fill their cup with coffee and some with tea,

Others with worldly things of their varied choice.

My cup is a cup filled with love, hopes and dreams,

With the very aspirations of your hearts and souls.

My cup is a very old cup, an antique to the utmost degree,

Formed before the very foundations of the world came into being.

It has been poured out many times for many people,

From the days of the Garden and up to this very minute.

A very special ingredient in my cup is that of love.

I’ve poured it out so many times that my wrists sometimes hurt,

But I endure because I know that compassion is so very needed.

T’was  once a day many years ago when my cup poured completely out,

When I hung on that cross and showed my love to its highest degree.

But many are the times when I wished that people would add to the cup,

To sort of fill it up; adding instead of constantly taking from my reserves.

For although I have adequate supply to sustain all for eternity,

It does hurt that my love is taken advantage of.

Will you ever realize how it feels to have your cup emptied daily,

To be refreshed every night, only to be emptied the very next day?

O’ how I wish that our relationship was more than a one way street,

That we’d walk with each other on the journey of life and have true communion.

O’ how I wish that the feelings of love that I have for you, so very strong,

Would be returned in even the smallest fraction back in my direction.

It hurts me so very much when I constantly proclaim my love for you,

Yet you find it so hard to voice back to me some of the same sentiment.

I am your protector, your shield and your buckler, the one who loves you so.

I died for you once and would again if it were possible, but it is not.

Oh yes, if you could just say that you love me, those three simple words,

My heart would leap for joy and I’d bless you with your every possible need.

It would cause me to make forests in the desert places of your lonely hearts,

It would cause me to create flowing rivers in your dry and barren places of your souls.

It would cause me to make the sun sing during the day,

And I would have the moon lull you to sleep with precious melodies.

I would make the trees clap their hands whenever you passed by them,

And the waves of even the smallest pond would resound in a beautiful chorus.

Your bodies; my temples; would shine forth like the noonday sun,

And the lost would come in an endless throng hear you tell them about me.

It’s such a simple thing that is required of you, not a harsh burden, not impossible.

A simple task it is to love me, to return to me what I’ve given to you.

And I don’t require a full measure, just a few drops at will do at first.

Those few drops will produce incredible amounts of flowing waters,

Streams at first, then rivers, bays and oceans to a wonderful extent,

So much so that the whole world could not contain the love that we share with each other.

The iniquity of this world is but a fleeting moment,

Just one grain of sand in the hourglass of eternity.

Please do not allow it to harden your heart, or grow your love cold.

Yet again I entreat you, love me; I’ve done all that I can do,

And I will sit here patiently, waiting for the love that I desire and so deserve.

I’m coming soon, and I bring my reward with me,

And I pray to my Father that my reward for you will be plenty,

So much so, that my angels will strain to carry it.

Be blessed my child, for you are loved greatly.

 

Copyright 5/30/06 Ruach Ha Kodesh via David Ben Yakov

 

HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND YOU

 

I try to understand you,

To see into the depths of your infinite wisdom.

Confusion swirls within my mind,

My wisdom seems as a drop of water in an endless sea.

Like a single atom compared to all the vastness of the universe.

My mouth parched with thirst in want of knowing your plans for me.

Just a simple glimpse would suffice.

So many signs point this way or that,

Vast confusion on the highway that is my life.

Advice from friends and loved ones obscure the issue,

Two point to the left, while three point to the right.

So I ask you to reveal your purpose, I promise to watch and listen.

And I know that you are faithful to show me the right direction,

But again I encounter confusing signs.

So in desperation I again seek your face to know your will,

Face down on the floor, speaking in unknown tongues.

Visions you show me, dreams you reveal to me,

A map to show the way, to chart my course.

I should be happy, for I know the way,

My rudder is set and the wind is again in my sails,

But I hear things that still make me doubt.

And a confession I must certainly make – my mind is at war,

It battles against what it knows to be true,

Trying to root up what you have planted in its fertile ground.

My soul, once a place of peaceful bliss,

Now a battle ground, a place of horrible carnage, my mind is wounded,

A spiritual battle which ensues on tangible property.

O’ Yahweh, come fight this battle with me.

Pursue and route the merciless and vengeful enemy.

Cut them to pieces with your holy sword,

Pursue those who pursue me and utterly destroy them.

Bring their plans to ruin and make them a laughingstock,

And avenge me ten times toward them, all of them.

Make your purpose for my life to prosper,

Make it grow like a tree near the banks of the Jordan.

Cause my life to produce bountiful fruit,

Luscious fruit that will satisfy you,

That will feed anyone who might be in need.

Plant your thoughts and your ways firmly and unshakably in my mind,

And grow my faith so that I can trust you all the more.

All things happen in your time – this is so true.

But let the timing for the desires of my heart be here and now,

Delay not one more day – not one more hour.

Work, through your holiness and your majesty,

Intervene in time in space – work a miracle.

In so, both of us will yet be certain,

That He that dwells in the midst of us is holy.

 

Copyright 5/6/06 Holy Spirit via David Ben Yakov

GIVE ME ANSWERS LORD

 

CONFUSION CROWDS MY OH SO FINITE MIND,

LACK OF DIRECTION,

LACK OF HEARING THE VOICE OF THE ONE I LOVE MOST.

WHAT SHALL I DO; WHERE SHALL I GO?

DO I REMAIN OR ARE YOU MOVING ME ON?

ONLY ANSWERS I SEEK, SIMPLE ANSWERS I BEG.

YOU’RE THE KING OF ETERNITY,

KNOWING THE END FROM THE BEGINNING.

LEAVE ME NO MORE IN THIS QUANDARY,

LET ME NO MORE WANDER AIMLESSLY IN THE WILDERNESS.

THOSE WHO SEEK TO DESTROY ME, THEY HAVE THEIR FILL,

THOSE WHO MOCK ME ARE FILLED WITH LAUGHTER.

THEY CALL YOU THE GOD OF MY CONFUSION,

I’M YOUR HANGING LAUNDRY, LONG FORGOTTEN.

I’M A WANDERER AND A NOMAD,

I WALK DAILY IN THE DESERT, LOOKING FOR A HOME.

OTHERS HAVE DIRECTION AND THEY FIND THEIR REST,

YET I’M STRANDED IN THIS FOREIGN PLACE,

AN ALIEN IN MY OWN SURROUNDINGS.

MY SPIRIT SENSES THAT YOU WILL ANSWER SOON,

BUT MY FLESH MOCKS ME,

CRYING FROM THE ROOFTOPS THAT YOU DON’T HEAR ME.

WHILE I WAS IN MY MOTHER’S WOMB YOU SPOKE TO ME,

AND THOUGH I REMEMBER NOT THE WORDS,

I KNOW YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DESTINY FOR MY BEING.

BUT YOUR SILENCE IS DEAFENING,

YOUR QUIETNESS LIKE THE SOUNDS OF THE RAPIDS.

BUT WHO CAN MAKE SENSE OF THE RUSHING WATERS?

WHO CAN UNDERSTAND THE VOICE OF THE CASCADE,

AS IT FALLS UPON THE JAGGED ROCKS BELOW?

MAKE PLAIN TO ME YOUR WAYS OH LORD.

ANSWER MY QUESTION BEFORE I UTTER ANY WORDS.

GIVE ME A FINAL HOME; A PLACE OF REST.

LEAD ME TO THE LAND WHICH YOU HAVE PROMISED TO ME.

BRING ME TOGETHER WITH SO MANY OTHERS;

THOSE WHOM YOU’VE GIVEN SIMILAR DIRECTION.

LET US GROW AND PROSPER IN YOUR WAYS.

LET US BE A SHELTER IN THE STORM.

LET US BE A FORTRESS FOR THOSE SEEKING SAFETY.

AND BE OUR KING OH LORD,

OUR EVERLASTING HELP IN TIME OF TROUBLE.

BE GLORIFIED IN THOSE WHOM YOU HAVE CALLED,

AND USE US AS VESSELS FOR YOUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.

OUR ONLY DESIRE IS FOR YOU LORD, YES ONLY YOU!

SO LOOK DOWN FROM HEAVEN AND GRANT BLESSINGS,

BLESSINGS ON THOSE WHOM YOU HAVE CALLED,

THOSE WHOM YOU HAVE SET APART.

I BEG OH LORD, THAT YOU MAKE A WAY!

LIKE YOU LED ISRAEL, MAKE A WAY FOR ME.

LIKE YOU LED YOUR HOLY PROPHETS, MAKE A WAY FOR ME.

LOOK FAR BEYOND MY FOOLISH WAYS.

SEE NOT ME FATHER, BUT ONLY YESHUA WITHIN ME.

DON’T ALLOW ME TO WALK IN THE FLESH,

BUT ONLY IN YOUR SPIRIT, YOUR SPIRIT ONLY.

FOR ONLY THE FOOLISH FOLLOW,

 THE FOLLY OF THEIR OWN HEARTS.

EACH AND EVERY MORNING MY ONLY DESIRE,

THAT YOU PROCLAIM AGAIN YOUR COVENANT TO ME,

FOR I ONLY TRUST LORD IN YOU.

NOW WITH SO MANY THINGS USHERED

FROM TONGUE AND PEN,

I AGAIN PRAY FOR FOCUS AND TO HEAR YOU SPEAK PLAINLY.

KEEP NO LONGER FROM ME THE PLANS YOU HAVE FOR ME.

SPEAK TO ME AND I WILL LISTEN.

COMMAND ME AND I WILL OBEY.

CALL FOR ME AND I WILL SHOUT, “HERE AM I.”

I WANT MORE OF YOU – SO MUCH MORE.

I SPURN RICHES AND FAME IN FAVOR OF YOU.

I ASK FOR NO MATERIAL THING, JUST YOUR COMMUNION.

AND I PRAY THAT YOU CONTEND WITH THOSE WHO SEEK,

THE MANY WHO PLAN TO DO ME HARM.

MAY YOUR WILL BE DONE TO THEM,

IN ACCORDANCE WITH YOUR JUSTICE.

NOW I’LL SIT AND WAIT PATIENTLY TO HEAR YOUR VOICE.

I’LL WATCH IN AWE AS YOU OPEN UNTOLD DOORS,

AND MAKE WAYS OF TRAVEL FOR ME, YOUR SERVANT.

I WILL BLESS YOU LORD AT ALL TIMES,

YOUR NAME WILL BE CONTINUALLY IN MY MOUTH.

MY SOUL SHALL SHOUT IT’S BOAST IN YOU LORD,

THE RIGHTEOUS WILL HEAR THEREOF AND BE GLAD.

THEY’LL MAGNIFY YOU LORD ALONG WITH ME,

AND TOGETHER WE’LL EXALT YOUR WONDERFUL NAME.

FOR I SOUGHT YOU LORD, AND YOU HEARD ME,

AND DELIVERED ME FROM ALL OF MY FEARS.

Copyright 10/13/2005 – Holy Spirit via David Ruffino

COME BACK ROSWELL

 

There lives a story from back in 47

That alien beings fell to us from heaven.

And whether it happened, as many did say,

Gives Satan the glory, and from God strips away.

So many unwilling to service our Lord,

Conspiracy notions they’d rather afford.

It’s so much more fun to believe in a fable,

Then to trust in the Lord, lay your cards on the table.

This alien craze brings the tourists around,

And brought again life to this sleepy old town.

It now is a Mecca for those so bizarre,

We draw them from near and we draw them from far.

But what have we done, have we sold our own souls,

For purse strings of silver and wallets of gold?

Corrupted our daughters, perverted our sons,

All in the name of some good harmless fun?

Now hear me O’ Roswell, for God sees your plan,

And you surely know where the troubles began.

It started back yonder in old “47”,

When you embraced evil and forfeited heaven.

But there’s a solution, turn back to the Lord,

In blessed repentance, all in one accord.

And you will feel joy as you walk in His light,

The joy that one feels when one does what is right.

Copyright Holy Spirit via Dave Ruffino 6/30/05