All Thought Creates Form

If we see ourselves as trash we will be trash. We will forfeit our heavenly destiny. Our mouths will spew trash and our minds will think and therefore see trash everywhere.

If in our mind we see a bright glowing temple of God we will be a body of truth wisdom and purity, Radiating love to all in distress we can be a place of restoration and healing. God will have you become as beautiful as a sunset, as full as a field of grass with green in the spring, floating in God’s power as an eagle soars. Thoughts of the mind are not to be taken lightly. Serious consequences devour lives for those whose mind can not receive God’s love.

Receiving God’s holy temple as our mind is the greatest gift of human existence. Surrendering all of our other thoughts fills us to respect our body and obtain God’s destiny for our life in human form.
At any moment, any situation, good or bad we can obtain the highest most pure thoughts and reach the greatest level of God’s pure unending love. Fill your thoughts with God’s love and watch the world change before your eyes.



For he who has seen great storms.
He whose home was blown off concrete forms.
He who has lost everything down a river of hate.
He who has lost their closest mate.
He who is lonely, tired, depressed and week.
He who has ran with the rampage of hell.
He who knows no truth, no love, no family.
These are the ones who will be lifted to the highest heavens.
Jesus is our savior and sees not as this world sees.
For the glory of heaven is not the glory of human nature
but the death of human nature is the glory of God.
The man who dies to his own death is truly alive,
alive only in one, the great I AM.
For what once killed us can kill no more.
Death holds no man who is dead
so any man who knows Jesus died His death for all men know they have access to death of all destruction of man’s spirit and honor.

We may be restored to pureness of God, body, mind, will and emotions.
Nothing of this world is greater than a paradigm shift to God’s eagle view.

Peace comes easily to a worldly perfected man
but when peace comes to a destructive, disturbed, depressed man it is a gift of God and all touched by God’s grace overflow with power of heavens wonders.

Created for Heavenly Heights

For he who aims for the sky will receive the sky.

As all trees point to the sky
all men were also created.

As all mountains rise up to the sky
all men were also created.

For God’s power is the highest
and so all men were created to seek the highest.

Truth is like children climb trees to reach the highest point.
So all men were also created.
Truth is all men who climb great mountains know power is in endurance.
Endurance is the power of the Lord.
A journey of great length builds character.
God created trees and mountains to show he who stands firm, hands and head held high, reaching to the heavens for God will overcome against all odds through endurance of the Lord, Jesus our savior.


Come to the end of my rope.
Hanging on but with no hope
in a world in which I can not cope,
my life is slipping like wet soap.

Only way to live is die
when you finally see through the lies.
My heart just doesn’t have to cry.
To selfish dreams I say goodbye.

Give up the life that I once knew,
for better or worse it’s up to you
because you know just what to do,
Jesus Christ, I give my all to you.

Empty out my tears and fears,
the hate I carried for many years.
Take off the weight my body bears,
my dirty cloths with rips and tares.

I pray to God revive my soul,
mind, will, emotions and all.
With your spirit I hear your call.
Renew my life, heart and all.

Fill me fresh with new world view,
without your love I don’t have a clue.
Poor onto me the blood you knew
for your death has made me new.

I will meet you at the river’s edge.
Die to self underwater I pledge,
rise above in your holy name,
Jesus, for me I know you came.

This I know is true in you:
When I die I will be with you.
Eternity waits because all you do,
your life you gave to carry me through.

I live alive full and true
somehow it seems you always knew
you would win my life some way.
To you I would bow every single day.

Bow and praise your precious name.
For your love I come to aim.
You take away all my shame,
free me up to stake your claim.

This world is yours for all to see
in Jesus Christ the way to be.
In this world He sets me free
where I was alone I couldn’t be.

God knows my each and every thought.
He knows my eyes, dreams I sought.
He knows my heart, my will, my way,
and changes it for Him each day.

Who else will find me when I’m lost,
search me out at any cost.
Who else will save me from myself
when desperation hits nothing left.

The mist and fog of hate disperse
Your word is power when put first.
Your love and grace covers the worst,
even the dead become immersed.

Complete and purified by Jesus’s blood
restored for your glory, pulled from the mud.
Forever unfailing, unending love,
your power to heal rains down from above.


Oak leaves turning dark side up.
Winds blowing inside my heart.
Darkness is deep in the mist of hate
running downhill steep

Tangled ropes around my mind
pulling directions I can’t find.
Tied up knots twist my soul.
Cold searching for heat takes a toll.

Dead bones, dry blood wont carry my feet,
I’m just old rotten meat.
Laying, waiting for words that repeat.
Running, steering a car with no wheels.
Driving fast to forget the past.

Bears and wolves come to where I lay.
Even they just turn away.
I’m not good enough.
Life gets so tuff.

Existence is beyond the moon
in the mind of a loon.
Flying in circles
Only see purples.

Reality is dreams, dreams are all lies.
Running, trying to catch a comet
no one ever found yet.
Stress, dress, mess
all you see is less.
Less than ever after.
Laughter feels hard.
Heavy weight of stones
moans of distress
arrest my soul.

Bring into justice.
Only death can overcome
a choice live or die,
float free to fly.

Cry with the doves
hungry for freedom.
Life enclosed in a box
never able to stretch into flight.

A night will come you can run no more.
Fight for peace runaway heart.
All who get covered by hate
fate is arrival of the Lord.