Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Because He Is Love

Adversity, may have
Laid you low;
Bereavement, and calamity,
May have crushed you:
But behold, His love
Is engraved within
Your darkest cloud;
And it breathes,
From the lips of
Your bleeding wound;
Yea, His desparate love,
Bears its reflection,
In every fragment
Of your blighted flower:
Because He is love;
Gently falls the rod,
In its heaviest stroke;
Tenderly pierces the sword,
In its deepest thrust;
And the rainbow,
Brightens the cloud,
In its darkest hues.

Cunneda's Ramble

Cunneda's Ramble, Volume 25:

The Witness of the Spirit,

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Cunneda's Ramble

Cunneda's Ramble, Volume 24:

American Gothic: A Poetic Vision,

is now up @


American Gothic: A Poetic Vision

American Gothic -- A Poetic Vision

Now a thing was secretly brought to me, in thoughts;
From a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth on a man;
A shudder of dread came upon me, and in stunned silence,
Did I behold the eagle's wings lifted on the four winds of heaven,
And a Word was accorded it: "Thy way is in the sea, and thy path
Is in the great waters; and thy footsteps are not known to thee."
The waters saw and were afraid, yea, even the deep trembled,
For it was made to stand as a man, and given a truth to feast upon;
Lifting its standard high, it drew everyman, as a beacon in the storm.
Thou hast heartily increased the nation, and not increased the joy;
They joy before Thee soley according to the joy of the harvest,
And as men rejoice when they plunder, and divide up the spoil.
They have not known or understood; for Thou hast shut their eyes,
That they cannot see, and their hearts, that they may not apprehend.
They have left off to be wise, and will not frame their doings to turn unto God;
For the spirit of whoredoms doth dance furiously in the midst of them:
They have not known the Lord, neither have they sought His way of peace.
Fornication, great of flesh, have they committed with all who would,
Increasing their harlotry and lewdness to provoke Him in His anger:
"Thou hast played the whore because thou wast insatiable;
Yea, thou played the harlot with them, and could not be satisfied.
Have ye not known? Have ye not heard? Hath it not been told you
From the beginning? Have ye not understood from the foundations
Of the earth? The axe shall boast itself against him that heweth threrewith!"
Therefore will He stretch out His hand over them to corrupt the land,
That thy yield will not nourish; commotion and anguish will grip thy cities,
As thine abundance flees from thee, as the mist in a mighty wind;
And their power will He dash with a shake of the rock, and a dagger left
In their midst; then will they be delivered up unto them that hate them,
And those who were ashamed of their ways will demand satisfaction.
"Calling a ravenous bird from a distant land, the man that will
Execute My counsel from a far country: yea, I have spoken it,
I will also bring it to pass; I have purposed it, I will also do it."

Hear now this word you people of the principalities and powers

Your studies of art, your pleasures of taste, your pursuit of gain, your toil of ambition- your splendid impertinence, and cruel mockeries, those bastard gangstalking soul-murderers of the present time; they stifle in your heart all feeling, and annihilate in your mind all thought that you are an accountable steward, a moral agent, a deathless being; and that soon, yes, in one moment, your soul may be in eternity- standing agitated, trembling and speechless, before Almighty God! Desperately fearing an inexorable doom!  Let me, in His name and power, at the last, plead with you for your life.

Reflect for a moment what your present careless, unbelieving and impenitent state really is. It is nothing less than to challenge the vengeance of the Most High God, to defy his power, to disdain his clemency, to refuse his compassion, to reject his pardon, to insult his majesty, and to expose yourself to the fierceness of his eternal wrath.  Upon whom do you think the righteous judgment of God must pronounce and execute its withering sentence of an unchanging destiny, and an unending oblivion !!!

Where, then, can you flee to hide from the dark storm that gathers over you, from the thick clouds, and treasured-up lightning, and readied bolt, and desolating winds that wait only for the signal of God’s uplifted hand to rush forth upon you in all their unchecked, unmitigated fury? Where can you flee? You have “made a covenant with death, and are at an agreement with hell.” You are fascinated with the world, and are enamored with yourself, and are satisfied to have no other portion. You rejected the Consolation, refused the sheltering pavilion of His righteousness, and despised the offers of His grace, where, then, when the tempest leaps forth in all its maddening fury, will you flee?

Yet how calmly you tread upon the very brink of ruin, how sportively, and handsomely, you sail along the very edge of the vortex, how content and happy to curse your way to the bar of a holy and a just God, through a world of disease and casualty and death, without one anxious thought to obtain deliverance, or one earnest struggle to escape your doom!

Behold how the nation stumbles and begins to devour itself from within --- her pleas for favor bring neither relief or redemption.
And in her reach for rescue; will the hammer fall !!

Amen: "Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus."

Amen:  Goodnight my friends.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

All My Times

In a world
Of mysteries;
All my times,
Are in His hands.
Whatever the shape
Or complexion:
Bathed in light,
Or draped
In shadow;
All are there,
 Safely lodged,
In the Master's hand.

Friday, July 15, 2011

On The Road With Cunneda

On The Road With Cunneda, Volume 18:

More Thoughts On The Love Of God:
   "Nuts and Bolts" So To Speak;

is now up @

The love of Almighty God,
is of tender, yet stern stuff;
it is -- firm enough to stand on
-- solid enough to lean on --
strong enough to shield -- yet
still, soft enough to rest on --
subtle enough to be applied --
and sweet enough to eat.

This is my unqualified testimony
of my 27 year walk alone with God!


Thursday, July 14, 2011

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Cunneda's Ramble, Volume 23: The Boundless Love of God

Cunneda's Ramble, Volume 23:
The Boundless Love of God;

Spoken in prose and verse by Cunneda,
Over the masterpiece by Zef and Trish
Daniel; Spirit Mystery Logos (528).

In the believer's life there is a highly satisfying love  that distinguishes him from all others  and elevates his spirit and his life to heights far beyond that of the worldly, natural man. This love content is more than a thing; it is God Himself in the midst of His beloved singing over His people. True Christian joy is the heart’s harmonious response to the Lord’s song of love.

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also, a complete podcast transcript
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Truest Prayer

Truest prayer,
Is the incense
Of a heart,
Broken for sin;
Humbled .......
In its iniquity:
A crushed censor,
Remolded, and
Beautified by God;
Where now a
Fragrant cloud,
Gracefully ascends,
To fill all Heaven,
With its bouquet.

Friday, July 08, 2011

The Light of His Love

The Living God,
Draws us to walk,
In the high places
Of His passion;
He lifts us above,
The dark clouds
Of trial, and sorrow,
That float beneath;
Into a high, and
Majestic ambiance;
Where we can savor,
The Light of His love.

Thursday, July 07, 2011

The Perfect Day

By His Divine,
And unapproachable
Glory .......
God is Light;
And from His own
Essential fullness,
He wells out Light,
In prismatic rays
Of beauty, and power:
Here, of love,
And grace;
There, of strength,
And wisdom;
To glimmer,
And glisten, along
Our homeward path;
Shining brighter,
And more beautiful;
Unto the Perfect Day.

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

The Love Of God

The stupendous fact that God loves us- loves man, sinful man- admits us to the secret of all that He has done, and is still doing, for man. There is no other solution to the marvelous mysteries of His Incarnation and Sacrificial Death but this - God loves us. Love originated all, explains all, illustrates all- love is the interpreter of every Divine mystery. There is not a circumstance of our Lord's history which is not another form or manifestation of love. His incarnation, is love stooping; His sympathy, is love weeping; His compassion, is love holding; His grace, is love acting; His teaching, is the voice of love; His silence, is the repose of love; His patience, is the restraint of love; His obedience, is the labor of love; His suffering, is the travail of love; His cross, is the altar of love; His death is the burned offering of love; His resurrection, is the triumph of love; His ascension into heaven, and His sitting down at the right hand of God, is the enthronement and the intercession of love. Such is the deep, the vast, the boundless ocean upon which our thoughts are now about to launch. The soul muses in silent awe as it gazes upon this fathomless, limitless sea. Like the eternity of God, we cannot fathom where His love begins, or where it terminates. It has neither beginning nor ending. Like the peace of God, "it passes all understanding;" like itself, "it passes all knowledge."

On The Road With Cunneda

On The Road With Cunneda;

Volume 16:

The American Church: A House Of Deception

is now up @