Adventure, God, Poetry, Writing

Carrying Swords

Sometimes life just is.

Sometimes there are no answers.

Sometimes all we can do is…

  • Believe
  • Be faithful
  • Stand strong
  • Cherish the time
  • Choose to trust
  • Have mercy
  • Love

For in the end it is often not the weapon we chose to carry that defeats our enemy. Within our heart and soul a true warrior carries the Sword of the Spirit that forever is able to vanquish our enemies, in the name of Yeshua!

Yahuah is a warrior; Yahuah is His name.

Exodus 15:3
Poetry

The Secret of Strength

Jesus wept.

~John 11:35

Bull$√!+He suffered scorn, he was ridiculed and mocked, bruised and beaten. He did not speak against those who mercilessly crucified him and he willingly gave his own life. He was strong, in ways that the world did not and does not understand to this day.
He stood strong against all that was evil and wrong in the world with an unfathomable compassion and love.
He refused to compromise the truth, and yet, when those he loved died he wept. He felt and expressed emotions deeply and lived his life on earth fully as a model for us to follow. If it was good enough for him, it is good enough for me and I refuse to believe or live the enemy’s lie.
What about you, who and what will you believe?
#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople #YouMatter
Poetry

Where is the Grace? (part 2)

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When grace is available to all why do we so easily miss it, for ourselves and others? Why do we so easily fail to see? For in the end there are our lives, our pain and our feelings, that so often only deceive us into believing the lies. Is truth an emotion all on its own?

Please remember,

#YouMatter #LoveChangesPeople #HopeLives #JustBelieve #GraceWins

Poetry

Condemnation and the One Voice.

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Condemnation is often,
we so easily tell ourselves
comes from others.
In loud voices they speak;
their supposed truth,
their belittling words,
their self-imposed importance.

Yet the worst vile hypocrisy,
and self-mutilating condemnation;
that tears us down,
that speaks the lies,
that raises the doubts.
Is not the voices from without,
but that one lone voice within.

We listen when we should not,
and talk when we should listen.
The world and the enemy,
others and ourselves,
drown out the only true voice.
The voice of love and grace,
that never speaks of condemnation.

~Mark Schutter ©2015

 

God, Photograph, Poetry

Only Mercy

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Sometimes,
in this cruel world
lives don’t seem to matter.
Hearts can be easily broken
while evil crushes lost hopes.
And through it all it seems,
the guilty thrive in a world
where it seems there is
no justice.

 

Yet wait,
there are those

who rise from the masses
of indifference, greed and pride.
To make that awaited final stand
when hope seems eternally lost.
And when the dark approaches,
the light will shine forever

only mercy.

~Mark Schutter ©2015

God, Poetry

Death and Life

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So death where is your supposed sting?
Don’t you see,
you ain’t no big thing.

You were defeated on a hill long ago.
Once and for all,
it was finished just so.

We cry for those who’ve gone before.
In sadness and grief,
to hope we cling all the more.

As angels rejoice and dance joyfully.
In a living hope,
we believe in a life eternally.

Rest in grace by which we are saved.
From deaths grip,
for which the price was paid.

On our behalf he came willingly for us.
Under heavens curtain,
in mercy not judgement we trust.

~Mark Schutter ©2015

I wrote this poem quickly tonight after hearing earlier today that a younger cousin of mine had died following her battle with cancer. I believe that physical death is not the end and that there is a living hope by which we can have eternal life. God bless!