Does Satan Have A Hold On You?

Rise up,

Weary Christian,

It's time your turn to take a stand,

Right now Satan has you in his hand.

You look right,

And Left,

And there is not way out,

Try looking up to God,

Then kneeling to the ground.

Each time you give in,

It makes it easier for Satan to use you.

Look at the Christian you have become.

You are no different from those who surround you.

You say God, but follow Satan

You say you believe in Jesus,

When the only belief you have,

Is in yourself.

People are perishing

And going to hell,

But all you can do,

Is think about your desires

Think about yourself.

How can you become so blind,

So quick?

How can you fall so deep,

So far away from your Maker?

Every day away is another chance you miss,

On telling others, being a witness.

You become tempted,

And fulfill your desires.

You worship and praise things,

Make idols of worthless things.

You are so blind,

You can't even see

The hand of God right beside you.

Every day is another tear from the eyes of God.

You practically give yourself to Satan,

And in return you get to fulfill all the sinful desire of your heart.

You no longer walk in light,

But in darkness.

You are drowning in a pool of sin,

So deep you don't know,

Which way is up or down,

In or out.

Satan does this so you won't leave,

But that you will stay,

And eat out of his hand,

Instead of at the table of God.

He makes sinful desires your bible,

And your god,

So you no longer follow the one true God.

Then it stops,

And you’re at a point...

It is life or death,

To proclaim Jesus,

As the son of God,

Or reject him.

It is not said by your words,

But by your actions in public,

And in private.

Satan has his demons around you,

Pulling you down.

You find yourself…

Pushing,

Crying,

Weeping,

Calling upon God,

But you still hold onto the sinful desires,

And until you let them go,

You can never be helped,

Never be made strong,

Or a person worthy to be called a Christian.

You Hypocrite.

You think you are better than anyone,

Anyone before or after you.

Do the laws of God have no affect on you?

Are you higher than God?

Do you think you can leave God,

While you leave and exalt yourself and your desires?

Think...

God has been testing you.

Have you stood up to the test?

Have you won the race?

Fought the good fight in the spiritual sense?

Does God look at you and smile,

Or weep?

Were the nails in Jesus hand not enough for you?

Was his blood not enough for you?

Was the whipping,

Taunting,

And Flogging of his bruised,

And beaten body not enough for you?

Does Satan have a hold on you?

~ Daniel Brockhan

Think

I was lost,
Then he found me’
He forgave me of my sins,
And came into my soul,
His spirit dwelt within me,
I did not know what it was,
Until it tugged at my heart one day.

It told me what to do,
And yet I turned away,
It told me how to live,
But I lived my own way,
It told me who I’d be,
Still I denied it was true.

Then one day,
For no reason,
A spark flew,
And a fire began to burn,
A candle was not needed,
Cause this fire wasn’t going to stop,
The fire grew bigger,
The fire was the joy’
And of understanding.

I began to listen to the spirit,
That dwelt within me,
I began to understand so much,
That I was to blind to see before,
The Lord then spoke to me,
Like the blowing of the wind,
I do not know how,
But I knew He was there,
I knew it was His voice,
And I knew what I had to do.

I had to give more to him,
I had to do his will and not mine,
I had to give up my wants and needs for his.

Now I fell that the spirit of the Lord,
Is in me,
Helping me to lead,

Worship,
In preaching,
And in prayer.

Now the Lord,
Is using me,
My cup is overflowing, 
With the love and joy,
That He shows me.

I’ll never be the person I was,
But be the person I am know,
The one God wants me to be,
One who works by God’s will,
And not his own! 

-By: Daniel Brockhan

Why?

He hears a voice,
A voice he’s never heard,
It called him by his heart,
But the voice was not from Earth.
It rumbled like the thunder,
And was as strong as the wind,
What he wouldn’t do to hear that voice,
Once again.

Then why did he listen,
To the voice,
The one that came from Hell,
The one of lust and lies,
And the truth it never tells.

Why did he choose hate,
When there is love,
Why did he choose death,
Rather than life itself.

Then he sees Jesus,
Hanging on the cross,
Him crying and suffering,
For the sins of the world.

The Father turns his head,
The angels look away,
Because Jesus took and became,
Sin on that day.
The once pure Lamb,
Now slaughtered by his people,
The last sacrifice,
The one that set us free,
If we’d only believe!


-By: Daniel Brockhan

Words

Words that can heal,
A wound,
Cut deep in the shoulder.

Words that can touch,
A person,
Who knows they’ve done wrong.

Words that can be,
More powerful,
Than the raging sea.

Words that can burn, the heart,
Of a persons soul.

Words that can hurt,
More than,
Being tortured.

Words that can kill,
A man,
Who’s done no wrong.

Words that can be deceiving,
And misleading,
To a man,
Whose ran away.

Words that can be used,
In good or bad,
Wrong or right,
But the Word of God,
Heals and protects,
And has the answer, to any question.


-By: Daniel Brockhan