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Expensive Echoes
Expensive Echoes
Wisdom unshared is fool’s knowledge. Imagine a condition
that cannot be cured medically, cannot be killed physically,
and cannot be slowed with time.
The deadliest disease is not air borne; it is mind-borne.
Among the people of GOD; Satan’s favorite weapon it’s not
drugs, it’s not the temptation of the flesh, it’s not alcohol,
money, physical strength or power. It’s the one thing that
contaminates husbands and wives, separates father from
sons,
and mothers from daughters.
It denigrates and destroys Gods influence generation after
generation, it is more lethal than any addiction or virus, and
the more you use it, the less it is known, it is this thing that
GOD will hold us accountable for every moment without faith
we used it. What is it – It’s silence.
Ninety percent of your pain, ninety percent of your
embarrassment, ninety percent of your shame, represents
ninety percent of your wisdom. But like grains of salt mixed with
water, you can’t figure out how to share the wisdom without
separating the shame from it, so we stay silent.
You’re not going to reach spiritual maturity painlessly, nor are
you going to reach it shamelessly. There’s going to be some
pain and shame involved, and the more vulnerable and
transparent you become, the more positive and powerful the
effect. Normally one moment of wisdom,
is made up of several
moments of shame.
Christ died to himself in every moment of His life. The
foundation of the great commission starts with the stewardship
of time. Christ is the creator and master of time, He sacrificed
every moment of His life for us, including the moment of the
cross. Never forget, the Lord remembers when
there was
nothing to remember.
In my youth I was walking around believing there was power
in pride.In the winter of my life the Lord has shown me there is
prestige in patience, there is tenacity in tolerance; there is
fierceness in forgiveness. You can beat a person into
submission, but you can’t beat a person into forgiveness.
– S.A. Preston
Copyright© 2021 Letters to The Master
Foreword
Foreword
I want you to imagine you turn the corner and stop in your tracks at what you see.
There’s a person walking down the street, and they are actually and literally transparent.
And as you peer inside of them, you see all the most embarrassing and shameful moments
of their life, being played out.
If your life was on the display rack, how expensive would the price tag be that’s hanging down?
Would the receipt have the list of people who paid the cost, for the finished product that is you?
How many people got used? How many hearts were broken? How many debts went unpaid?
The only way I can possibly say “thank you”, to those people, is to ensure they did not go through
all of that suffering, in vain.
These poems, encapsulates many of the lessons and wisdom learned, that I convey using the most
powerful medium ever created, the unmeasurable canvas of the human heart.
This book can in no way; compensate, substitute, redeem, or justify, the pain and shame of the
past. But, it can warn other people (young and old), and perhaps guide them, to make better
decisions, and to seek the Lord Jesus Christ, early in their lives.
Like the conspicuous transparent person on the street; if exposure to controversy, embarrassment,
and even shame comes through; based on the cost paid, for the wisdom I acquired, it is the very least I can do.
What a blessing it would have been, for someone to have given me a wisdom book of moments,
warning me about the pitfalls of life’s decisions, and how to use GOD’s word and grace, to overcome
and navigate through them. May these words bless you practically and spiritually. Enjoy.
Times Holiday
Times Holiday
When I walk in the path of Your righteousness, When dark things past have faded, When I am free from sin and temptation, I step out of the concept of knowledge, You speak to me of moments I missed, My soul is enticed with the treasures of righteousness, Time or Eternity has nothing to offer, Even mental echoes of prayers yet to come, I am a slave who was freed by Your gift, Your blood set the stage for the last battle, If life, is death’s teacher and we are rewarded, Then I will follow the path of Jesus the Master, And if I am faithful and walk upright seeking to Then perhaps once again time will take a holiday,
and my spirit is full only of Your light.
as far as east is from west in Your sight.
You are the only thing focused on my mind.
to embrace that which is free from the chains of time.
because the eyes of my spirit were not focused on you.
enjoying memories of things I've yet to do.
that could keep my mind enchanted and new.
pause on their journey to give honor to You.
and will be lifted from death and its sting.
and at the same time dyed the robes of spiritual kings.
not by how we died, but Whom we lived for day by day.
and in my example show others the way.
glorify GOD, He will be merciful and graceful and kind.
as His word embraces the open arms of my mind.
Copyright© 2021 Letters to The Master
Village of Virtue
Village of Virtue
There was once a wicked and greedy man, All of their time, talents, and treasures, Try as he might to flee from justice Sentenced by the magistrate to one thousand Before carrying out punishment, as it was kingdom’s He was given ten moons, to find someone in the Beyond the village and through the entire kingdom, But everyone he sincerely thought cared about him, At the night of the tenth moon, with his last moments coming soon, Try as he might, he found no help with his plight, As he was dragged to the village square, With his last thoughts he wished, he could make right the As the powerful taskmaster stepped up, A voice from the crowd, spoke out clear and loud, As the man turned back to see, he could not The thousand people he cheated, had each agreed to take The man said, “I will not forget this, and you will not regret this, The villagers said, “This was a sacrifice it's true, but we didn't Don't feel indebted, to serve us this day, He has given you a thousand new days, and the task of a The same zeal you put in your sin, put even more Nobility is not something you gift to a few, True nobility is to sacrifice a great deal for the truth to be revealed,
guilty of cheating many people in the village.
he selfishly squandered, misused, and often pillaged.
He eventually ran out of breath.
strokes of the whip, or until the moment of death.
custom for anyone involved in such a case.
kingdom, willing to take a stroke in his place.
He went to relatives with a teary embrace.
were the ones that laughed in his face.
he panicked at the sight of the sun.
no person would volunteer, not even one.
and tied to the stakes, his shirt ripped from his back.
wrongs he did, and put his life back on track.
and pulled back his arm, to lay in the scar of the first stroke.
“Stop, we will pay the punishment he invoked”.
believe his eyes, surely, he was losing his mind.
a stroke, a substitute for the friends he could not find.
with my life, I will serve this village each and every day.”
do it for you, we did it because of He who told us to.”
just be grateful your ordeal is through.
thousand new souls to win, justify His faith in you.
when telling about Him, if you truly are a creature made new.
and to others you decide to conserve it.
to the one who least deserves it.
Copyright© 2021 Letters to The Master
Mind Storm
Mind Storm
The eternal forest is silent. There is a storm of dark moments The stench of sin and evil, As they travel death follows besides them, They seek to take my righteous bounty the They have passed the sentry of yesterday, This is a battle for the moments to come, I have been sharpening the sword of truth, Even silence cries out when I reveal it, There's almost upon me now, The accuser leads them into mind’s battle, A thousand moments seek dominion over a Yet their doom is already sealed, The sword I yield, has been forged with the Its touch yields life to the bearer, For what the vanquished ones failed to realize, Is that the Word can cast down weapons of darkness, As the battle turned, I saw the horse of illusion ride away, One last turn, before retreating to yesterday,
There is stillness in the mental air.
brewing on my mind’s horizon.
is the trademark of this pair.
stinging when fellowship gets in the way.
Master has promised me, on the judgment of His day.
His corpse hangs in the tree near the clearing of carnality.
and the mansion that awaits me in eternity.
with GOD's stone, of obedience, word, fasting and prayer.
for it cuts through temptation that's yet to be there.
I can feel the hot breath of sins past on my back.
the black horse of illusion leading the attack.
righteous one, this is how the dark moments add to their pack.
for the greatest weapon they constantly lack.
fire of testing, and sealed with the blood of the Holy king.
And has the power of a million moments in its sting.
as their corpses lay in the barrier between reality and time.
even moments that once were mine.
past sins vanquished in His tracks.
as if to remind me, if carnality allows it, He'll be back.
Copyright© 2021 Letters to The Master
Wasted
Wisdom
 One Sip
AT A Time
 Hidden
Kingdom
Inspiration
 Dead
  Battle
  Forward
To
 Yesterday
 Super
  Grace
 Invited
 Intruder
Shortcut To
Happiness
 What Love
 Looks Like
 Mind Field
 First Chef
  Invitation
        To
 Innocence
   Petition
Chameleon
      Dark
   Strategy
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