The day has come.
To be led by ways,
I have not known.
Farewell to yesterdays.
Along unfamiliar paths,
He will guide my steps.
Where uncertain lapses,
His light illuminates.
Darkness into light.
Rough places smooth.
Angels to flight.
Satan pays his dues.
These things and more.
Now, my God will do.
None forsaken or to ignore.
Promises are always new.
He is always with me,
holding my right hand.
With counsel He guides me.
Then into glory, the Promise Land.
Since Adam and eve.
Pain and suffering was born.
Choices only God disagrees.
Choices that makes us to mourn.
We cry out to God to bare.
Gods freedom for the asking.
Sufferings and pain from others.
What snares us into suffering.
Heart ache for doing what is good.
So as did our savior, Jesus Christ.
Rejoice, His glory will be revealed.
Suffering and pain to a healing burst.
By: Clark Judovsky
Through the violent storm.
Through the blazing fire.
I raise my empty hands,
to my God, way up there.
Beyond the reaches from harm.
His hands pass through barbwire.
Lifting me out of this raging flood,
and unto heavens of lush lands.
By: Clark Judovsky
As believers and followers of Christ.
Pay close attention to each other.
Under Gods convection and grace.
Accountable, no one falls into error.
For the time is coming and has come hence.
The lure of tickling the ear and emotions.
People will be seduced into mistruths.
Wandering off into myths and man made fictions.
Be calm and cool and steady.
Accept and suffer unflinching of hardships.
A solider of Gods army, following duties.
Under the influence of an evangelistic spirit.
Be ready for a life of sacrificing.
Your spirit's release from the body.
A life poured out like a drink offering.
Slaves at hand, will soon go free.
Fight the good fight and finish the race.
Knowing He has laid up jewels in your crowns.
Hold firmly to the faith in Christ.
Love and yearn for His glorious return.
By : Clark Judovsky
As I watched my life drift away.
Year by year still the same.
One blow and then another.
Like a tornado on a mission of massacre.
It sweeps over my human structure.
Piece by piece and layer by layer.
What remains is little but precious.
I gather the pieces of thankfulness.
Lifting it up, I wait for His presence.
He takes the materials of what remains.
To create a revealing plan face to face.
To take me from this perishable place.
To breath in me a freshness of His Joy.
Rekindling a new state of being.
A product of His divine planing.
Be still and know He is God.
Through the silence and the noise.
He's creating something, all this time.
By: Clark Judovsky
