Outside Of Time

God can move the artist who listens for His direction. For artists with multiple art forms, God speaks in many ways.

Outside Of Time

Outside of time-

Inspired art

and rhyme.

Colors splashed,

the words

intertwined.

Drawings move

into poetry,

And the tomes

spark imagery.

Of transcendental essence,

I hope and pray.

Escaping to ponder

The Life, Truth, and Way.

Thoughts of my King,

an air current's lift,

I turn my wings

just so,

to make shift.

But now I must go

and toot my horn.

Been so long,

...I hope,

not so foreign.

Translating

pix and words

into sound.

Melodies

glorifying Him

to be found,

Playing to

an audience of one,

at least.

Hope the neighbors

like this

sound feast.

A little loud,

I reach for

the mute.

Might've been better,

had I studied the flute.

- Tony Mujica © 2011

Bitter Sweet

Bitter Sweet

The scroll had been eaten,

musta' been sweeten'd.

It went down so good,

not like

I thought

it would.

But after a while

gone was my smile.

And in it's place

a frown graced my face.

The bubbly burped up -

just what did I sup?

That scroll,

to be sure.

Bitter bubbles

need a cure.

His divine suggestion

(for spiritual indigestion) -

"Speak words about Me,

how I love'm,

decree.

Here's the relief

for your bottled grief.

Prophesy a while,

to get back your smile.

"When you ate the scroll,

My words had their toll.

But the scroll was blank

as it went down your tank.

"Empty of words

of content specific

I fueled you up

with spontaneous prolific.

I'm filling you up

to spout

off-the-cuff.

"A word for the moment

and if that's not enough -

You could chirp out a song

to my forest birds

They'd get the message,

through My chirpy words."

- Tony Mujica © 2011

Earth Prays

Earth Prays

Time is

of the essence

We are hungered

for your presence

One can hear

the groans-

Listen! The Earth,

it moans.

The funnels twist,

the deluge pours.

Tsunamis overtake

coastal shores.

Earth knows a thing

most men do not.

As winter blisters cold

and summer

boils hot.

As if to bemoan

our sad condition,

Weather delivers its

stern petition:

"Mankind has seen

a better day.

Even the wind knows

when to pray.

"When Creator, will You

bring forth

Seven-burners synced

in Ruach's force.

Men called forth

in Holy Flame

Written about,

of Bible fame.

"More than that, when

will He come.

The Father's Heart is

where He's from.

He sang our forces

into being

Rocks and stones

respond with

singing.

"Why does man

choose disbelief?

We know the source

of your great grief

It is quite simple,

don't you agree?

Came down to Earth

to set us all free."

- Tony Mujica ©2011

A Burden Over Covenantal Compromises

This Poem is a cry for every man or woman after God's own heart.

A Burden Over Covenantal Compromises

Burden took root in my own heart -

a plant of the Burdengiver's art.

My heart was gripped,

the cup was sipped and

now I could pray out my part.

He snuck it on me

so I would see,

Then pray it, declare it,

make a decree.

At first, I didn't know -

prayer's purpose

He'd later show.

So I prayed it in tongues

at the top of my lungs.

In sync with the Father's flow.

I know the value of

weep-soaked prayer.

Without the tears

it has no flair.

No taste, no fragrance

to fill the air

And mark it's trek

toward Abba's nose.

With tears, it's like a

smeared, crushed rose.

Humility's scent glazes

victory over foes.

Let me feel just what

You feel,

Your heart's pain

enhances my real.

Let Your emotion

be my potion.

A simple fix ignites

my passion.

May Your tear be

my tear.

This moment not only

another "draw near".

But saline insights to

things unseen.

So I might see just

what You mean.

What causes the Creator of all

to cry?

Answer me, Lord,

I wanna know why.

The cause of the weep

from Your darkest deep.

Why do You awaken me

from my sleep?

Why spur me toward

Shamar's watch wall?

What holy words would You

have me call?

I follow Your pull and

weep with you

You share weighty burdens

with select few.

You pointed out

in Ezekiel Sixteen

A babe saved, fed -

then You'd wean,

How she hurt You

to the core.

Would she be willing

to be restored?

The pain hurt so, but,

was it planned?

"I'll tell You now so

you'll understand.

And show you a glimpse

of why I ache.

You know so well

the pains of break,

The split of a

man and wife.

We share in common

that aching strife.

"My servant Zeke

I sparked to speak.

He echoed my pains for

his day and now.

It pained me so

to take an action

Against the object

of my affection.

To pull her away

from lovers lesser.

Got finer garments with which

to dress her.

How many times

was she distracted?

Every time

I was impacted.

"It's for the church within

a nation.

that I'd like to bring

consecration.

But off course

she veered,

just what lover

had feared.

Covenantal compromise

as much as that is unwise.

Oh, the thing that 

blocks my love

and taints the gaze of 

my sweet dove."

In the book of

Psalms One Three Three,

(an illustration

so we can see)

Holy oil runs down

Aaron's face;

A united bride

so full of grace.

Even Hell's gates

will not prevail,

against a warring bride who

will not fail.

But for now, she sleeps

with compromise,

as much as that is unwise.

So now I begin

to comprehend

With tears I join 

my God, my friend.

My prayers are flavored

in saline tear,

A heartfelt prayer

now leaves this sphere.

As salted incense

floats above.

The things you'll do 'cause

God you love.

- Tony Mujica © 2011
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