These Three Things: Part One

I feel as if I am in the midst of a battle,
A spiritual battle within myself.
I have come up to three walls,
Three things which God has laid on my heart to do,
To pray about and begin.
These three things I have prayed about,
And have earnestly sought God’s Will in all of them.
God has convicted me of all three,
And is teaching me to be bold,
Not to cower,
But to strive on,
To persevere through the distractions,
In this world that block me,
Even my own flesh,
My own self,
My fear,
Me doubt,
The questions that come up inside of me.
I know that I can only go through,
And do these three things by relying of God,
And nobody else.

I know my home is not this world,
And yet still these three things seem to block my way.

All have to do with my inner man,
All have to do with the old verses new,
The Flesh verses the Spirit.
For God is pounding on my heart to do His Will,
I know precisely what to do,
But my service is diffused or vanishes as soon as life,
As soon as distractions come along.

Why do I not let it all go?
Why do I even care what others think because,
God alone,
You alone matter.
I want,
Need,
And long to let it all go.
I see how far I have come,
And yet I cannot ignore,
These three things before me. 

I cannot see what is on the other side,
And know that I will only find out,
After I conquer these with You help alone. 

My soul grieves for why I keep You in a Box….
For You have placed these three things before me,
I know through the Spirit,
That You alone matter more than anything else. 

I know that if You have placed these before me,
That I needed to follow through,
That I need to keep my mind on You.
That I will speak when speak is needed,
That I am silent when silence is needed. 
That I would seek You,
And seek to follow Your will in All,
In one-hundred percent of my life,
That I would live in Your presence,
Through Your Holy Spirit. 

I pray that I will follow You,
That I would lay these three things down before Your feet…
That I would let so and not care about pleasing another buy You. 
For You alone are King,
You alone are God,
If I do anything,
That does not glorify You,
Then I loose the whole purpose for my life.
Help me,
Help us ALL!

-By: Daniel Brockhan

Your Presence

I feel Your presence,
Not just through a song,
Not just through a preacher.

Not just through upbeat,
Or slow music.
Not just through a bold,
Or funny preacher.

It’s becoming difficult now,
As if I dwindle and carve my life for You,
I feel Your presence,
Through the joy of others,
Through the sorrows of others.

I feel Your presence,
When I am awake,
I feel it as I sit in silence,
I feel it as I sit in a crowd.

You are beginning to consume,
All my thoughts,
I lay myself down because,
You are all I need,
Because,
You are all that anyone truly needs.

Sure we have wants of the body,
Of our flesh,
We have needs of our physical body,
But the need for God,
The need to be His child,
To be transformed from old to new,
From flesh to Spirit,
This is the need more important than all others!

I feel an urge to continually serve you,
To not stay,
To not wait as time passes by,
As souls are being taken from this earth,
Many of whom don’t know You,
Have rejected You,
Have denied Your existence.

If they only felt the what I have felt,
Your presence is so clear,
So loud,
So expressed through all creation.

If we would only seek You more,
If we would leave our sins,
Our flesh,
Our desires,
Our wants,
Truly turn to You for everything,
To serve You with all we are,
To make our life’s truly a living sacrifice.

If we would just be obsessed with You,
Overwhelmed by You,
Who You are,
What You have done,
Are doing,
And will do,
What a change would happen.

If we all would feel Your presence,
Every second of our life,
Through school,
Through work,
Through play,
Through worship,
Through fellowship.

If our life was consumed by Your Name,
So vast that all would know it was Your work,
For Your names,
Or,
That we would be a generation unlike any other,
That we would be filled with Your Spirit,
That we would live in Your presence daily,
That a pouring out of Your Spirit,
A revival of hearts would take place,
So that right now,
We would be Your people,
And You would be our God.

That we would lay down all idols before You,
That we would lay down our lives,
Our friendships,
Our relationships,
Down before Your throne,
Before Your very feet.

Oh,
That we all would say,
“Your Will be done God.”

Your Will be done,
Because we are saved,
We have been set free by Your Son,
Jesus Christ,
Because of Him we can hear You,
See You,
One day even though You,
When we finally meet You in Heaven,
When our bodies will be glorified,
Transformed from perishable to imperishable.

Praise Be To God,
For Your Glory May We Change Our Ways!


-By: Daniel Brockhan

My Soul Yearns

My soul yearns,
For more of you,
The goodness that You bring to my life,
No other can bring,
Or could ever bring.

The things of this earth,
Disappear,
As my love for You strengthens,
The things of this earth,
Seem dull,
When compared to the glory of your presence.

I am forced to be here,
No,
Gifted to be here,
To share Your Name,
To bring You glory.

As I am in this place,
This world,
Which I no longer feel apart of.

I want Your touch,
I need Your touch.

No other gives the Love You give,
No other gives the Life You give,
No other saves the way You save,
You did it for me,
For all humanity,

I yearn for more of You,
The one who loved us so much,
That Christ would take on all those sins,
That Christ would die on the cross.

I yearn for a touch from You,
The One who gave me a way,
A way I couldn’t pave on my own.

A way that gave hope,
When no hope was found,

A way that gave peace and joy,
While Christ took out sin and shame.

I yearn for more of You,
My God,
My Creator,
My Savior,
And my Lord!

-By: Daniel Brockhan

Waking Up

I had a dream of me living my life,
I tried to serve Christ,
But found others did not wish too.

Other wished to live for the moment,
To live for themselves.

People wanted to cheat,
To save money.

People wanted to lie,
To gain favor.

People wanted to follow their own way,
Instead of the Lord's.

These people were my best friends,
And my acquaintances.
Though Christians,
Many of them chose to serve themselves.

In the course of their sin,
They brought me down.
They ridiculed me for my higher values and ways.
They claimed that what they did wasn't wrong.
I tried to explain,
But they would not listen at all,
They were too busy living for themselves,
Than to try to live for Christ.

At first this made me frustrated,
Because I didn’t understand why.
Then I got angry and began to yell,
Because no one would listen,
No one understood.

Then at last,
Through everything I began to weep.

I began to week for those who know Christ,
But do not follow Him,
They choose to live a life of sinner,
When the Holy Spirit lies within them.
They choose the world over the goodness that God has.

I also wept for those who do not know Christ.
These people who live their own way,
They make up their own morals.
Some are so far from God,
While some can almost touch Him.
How can these sinners be told the good news,
By Christians who do not know,
Do not experience the good news in their lives.

I finally wept for those who follow Christ
And suffer ridicule for his sake.

Weeping for all of this only took a few seconds,
Then I woke up,
Mentally and emotionally drained,
Feeling like I had wept for more than a few seconds,
Yet there were no tears,
Nothing was wet

As I thought about this,
I though about this question:

Why are there no tears?

~ Daniel Brockhan