Kuztom Kutz; Kingdom Sends Greeting Prophetic Silent Wind Poetic Flow. Psalm 35 Cry For Help, Scurrying Along The Wayside Faith Journey.

Scurrying along the wayside of a faith journey…

Dragging my cross thorns of pain, a rose petal thorn pierce profoundly through my flesh…speaking as if I invited it tarry with me…

As Droplets of prayer blood rolls without empathy down from underneath my crown of thorns plaided jaggedly around what I believe a covering of my soul..

The walk by faith & not by sight has me pleading oh! Lord why have thy forsaken me…For my heart yearns to do your will. But nevertheless Lord not my will but thy will be done…

Father I’m scurrying along w/ my cross thorns of pain wearing my glory crown dripping with blood droplets rolling from underneath the thorns plaided around my head…thinking this must be the twilight zone..it’s if I hear weird whispering to me…

Oh!. Sweet precious creator of all things..I ask this one thing “will you for a moment leaned me your ear?”

For this battle is not mines Lord..

Therefore I’ll scurry along the wayside casting this burden upon thee…

“Will you battle those who battle against me according to Psalm 35:1-3?”

Please don’t forget to make them like the chaff blown by the wind…As my angels forces them away out of our sacred sanctuary…

Oh! Father I stand before the wearing my crown of thorns plaited around my head as droplets of blood slowly roll down aiming directly for my vision..instantly my sight becomes blurry…

Yet I scurry along the faith journey walking by faith not by sight with my soul whispering “how long oh! Lord shall my enemy rejoice as they repay me with evil for the good I have done?” Not asking for any wages for my prayer tarrying…

My strength is sadden wrestling to continue on…

The droplets of blood catapult into a tornado flashing the memory of when they we’er sick, I put on clothing of sadness to cover their frailty..

My flesh weak from the sorrow of fasting.

As I scurry along my faith journey hoping & awaiting for my strength to be replenished as I mount up on wings as eagles…Not growing weary from running as I take up my cross thorn of pain, walking by faith not by sight scurrying along this Jeremiah 29:11 Journey..

Trying stumbling, as I stumble trying to build my father’s kingdom reconstructing his foundation by applying biblical acts to my living…

~Jehovah Shalom~