INWARD GUIDE


Hopeful live because

The future is true. Don’t believe in a lie, that only today is yours

Your spirit knows the future,

accurately. Stop guessing and

Follow this inward guide.

You could live in the present basking In the future others dream about.

The beauty of life is being able to enjoy the moment by moment experiences and

Still, be able to hold the horn of the future with certainty.

The future shouldn’t be blurry.

It can only be blurry in your soul’s pilgrimage thoughts. Yes, life will be blurry against your reasoning power because all the answers are not there

Caught in the labyrinth of my imagination, I pause. Oh, pilgrim friend, save me from self

Your spirit has no worries of tomorrow, regardless of the impossibilities life brings

Because this inward guide has travelled into the future that scares our common logic

Follow this inward guide. Illuminate your path with clarity, confidence and courage

Nothing is impossible for the spirit. Dimensions and channels of the future is available. No boundaries, no limits when God leads

I pray thee, O

Inward guide, illuminate my darkness, lead me home.

This ain’t the ordinary kind of life. This is found only in the Eternal life

“I have yet many things to say unto you, but ye cannot bear them now. Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will show you things to come.” (John 16:12-13 KJVAE)

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Morning Prayer


Hold my gaze into your gaze, lover of my soul. Don’t slip away. Stay!

Eternal Father and lover of my soul,

Keep me awake in thee as I press daily

To Drink from the Wells of Your Salvation

Let me not wander away from the unveiling

And mingling in Your light, after this prayer is

Poured — strolling back into the illusions of

This mundane existence


Dear, Father, today — (Mon. Dec 1, 2020)

Clothe me with the gift of Your presence,

Permeate my thoughts with eternity,

Keeping me in perfect synergy with You

Hold my gaze into Your gaze

I desire nothing but to continue to

Behold Your face, until I am drowned

In the oceans of Your mercies and power


You are beautiful and generous towards me

You are merciful and devoted to the broken

May Your beauty becomes my obsession and

Let Your generosity, mercy, and devotion finds tue

Expression in me as I yield my life to Yours


Blessed Father,

You have sustained the universe by

Your word since creation — you are able to keep this fragile soul

By the same word, in perfect purity; blameless and holy

I pray thee, may the gift of your presence

Like a gentle stream, flow within the

Interior chambers of this weak temple

And wash away my fears and doubts


Abba, don’t slip away from my soul’s view

Like a bird on migration

Stay — Walking between my heart and soul,

Moment by moment


Guide me into the corridors of the Fathers will, Oh gentle Spirit of the presence

It is not in my ability to find my way into His

Perfect will and blueprints, So direct my steps;

a lost sheep, and let me find

greener pastures in His breath


Oh, Shepherd friend, lead me today,

To where my life will be fruitful to You,

I know my heart will find true satisfaction

In Your satisfaction

Through Jesus Christ my salvation. Amen.

Poisôn & Gracè


You’ll Live Through Many Deaths Before You Cross The Ivory Bridge To Cessation.

Dear God,

Just the thought of loving

my enemies is like poison

inside my belly. But I am

willing to die to self

So that grace will triumph

menorāh


There is so much darkness in our world today. Amid the gloom, I see a light that shines brighter and brighter from the throne of Gods love; HEALING hearts, MENDING souls, RESTORING Hope and SHAPING eternal purposes in our spirits.

Seize the light. Burn the gloom. Fight the good fight.

The eternal policies and priorities of the one who sits among the lampstand illuminate this house again, just like the day she was born with fire

Oh, eternity has come. Eternity has arrived. How can we feast on the bread of the mundane again, and neglect the loaf that lasts

Awake the sleeper in my heart. Stir the dull rivers of my soul. I want to run with the voice of heaven like a natural river until the ocean meets me and say;

”well done, you have run a good race, you have fought the good fight.”

Puritãn Econômy


The glory of the Lord finds true expression in vessels purged and sanctified from self. Without dying to self it is hard for the government of Christ to establish the will of heaven on earth. One must die to his own will in order to be alive to the will of the Father.

“And Moses said, I beseech You, show me Your glory.”Exodus 33:18 AMPC

Dear, Father

Please, show us your glory

We ask that you will rout us in your effulging nature and curriculum for our ordination

So that we do not get lost in our limited modules, trying to fulfil Kingdom enterprise

Take off the blindness from our eyes, and the dullness in our hearts hindering us from accessing your possibilities

Please, Lord

stir our hearts from the numbness of sin and religion and draw us into your love. We want to see you just as you are; nothing missing

We want to behold your glory. We want eternity to become our hallmark. How can we be attractive to the world of sin if all we boast ourselves in is the perishable treasures of the mundane?

Oh, sweet Spirit of the Father

Brood over us: awaken us from the corrupt administration of Babel which has it’s throne in our hearts

We have sold our souls to self, and our master is pride. Let Christ be glorified In our hearts, as it is in heaven. We want to be slain in the will of the Father. Yes, we want you

For we are caught in sensual enslavement. We are meddling in the economy of self, neglecting our place in eternal purpose. The glory has departed from our consciousness of life. When we see you our souls will be free from illusions, and our hearts will burn with unflinching desire to dwell in your presence forever; mirroring your essence

How can we make an eternal mark in the systems of the world that governs the hearts of men into perdition? How are we going to influence the world with your kingdom if your kingdom does not find residency in our lives?

Forgive us,

For the total neglect on our part, neglecting the beckonings of heaven on our hearts to sacrifice our temporal pleasures; a price for your glory to find it’s full expression in our lives.

Forgive us for substituting gold with brass. Forgive us for faking your glory, both within and without your church

I plead on thy mercies, dear Father

That you will raise men and women in the stature of Moses, who will introduce your sons and daughters to a realm in you that satisfies the inner hunger and thirst of the saints

Show us the path of illumination and insight to able to tap into the reality of who you are. We don’t want to behave like we have it all figured out with our religious minds.

If we say we have figured the secret path to Your glory then we are liars. So show us, oh God. You are not a God that hide yourself from those who hunger for you from a sincere place

We need you. We want you. All of you. Nothing missing.

Dear Father,

Thank you for a fresh outpour of your glory upon the body of Christ, for the sake of kingdom advancement and dominion. In Jesus name.

Amen

applaudere


Humans applause;

a soothing rainfall in

summer. the soul labours

and desperately yearn for

it. unfortunately, it is

intermittent


I want to be able to say;

”T’was thy satisfaction I lived.

T’was your glory I lived

This is what I rehearse every day

on this pilgrim path.

Because this is what

I want to evoke when I stand before you.


The true essence of life is to be satisfied and grounded by the satisfaction of God, as a true custodian of heavenly policies


For my orientation, I chased after embers in fading skies. I became a slave to the noise within my own heart when the music distorted. when the applause faded into thin air.


I was taught;

”thunderous applause is your crown of victory. It is your validation of exustence”


So I lived, every day;

Aching for the ovations, the endorsement, the approval, and the acceptance of mortals, to validate my significance


Who hates the rain when it is wild and agreeable to the soul’s desires? No one!

Sadly, it’s not lasting. I won’t succumb to it. Deep inside the walls of our own souls, the unfading handwriting is clear; ”YOU ARE WHAT I ADORE.


This benevolence is unloaded, so we travel with empty bags; the applause of men