Cold as Hell

It’s snowin'
Hearts are frozen
Hell hath given
a frozen flame
Burning with pride
hot with sin
they are not
the one to blame

Tongues are waging
war of worlds
only their state
is vital
Forgetting the hurting
forgetting the dying
nothing matters
but their title

I can speak
but it doesn’t matter
my tongue is stuck
to a frozen pole
All they hear
is a bunch of mumbling
they see my face
but not my soul

As I tire
I stop
my talking
look at the icy sea
I see my reflection
in this ocean
and I realize
the problem is me.

1/28/10
Copyright © 2010 Brian Jackson All rights reserved

I have seen hearts hardened to the tragedy in Haiti. It seems as if they are watching a movie with a sad scene and then go unto another movie. I do not say this with pride, for I only went because the Lord burdened my heart to go. Quite honestly my heart was cold and only awakened by a tragedy. What was I doing before this?...not much. I don't necessarily see a hero in someone responding to this tragedy. The humble person was already reaching out to those in need secretly and quietly without world coverage. Let me ask you as I ask myself...What are we doing in our own little worlds? Are we feeding the poor? We have our friends and family over for dinner, but what about a person in need? Yeah I know we are in America and I don't recommend to pull someone off the street. America has soup kitchens, mission homes etc. I am asking, do we look for true needs to meet, or do we need to see an emotional demonstration on television? God's heart is for the poor, the fatherless and the widows. Haiti truly is a tragedy and I don't want to down play it. I had a hard time just functioning today at work when I know people are in desperate need in Haiti. It's a need that we can see with our physical eyes. Brethren, let's open our spiritual eyes and see that an earthquake has hit America. Dead bodies are laying everywhere. The stench of our sins has risen to heaven and our God is just to destroy. Thank God for His long-suffering. See the bodies trapped in the rubble. Reach out to them in love. Love is what we need. Love to see, love to care, love to pray, love for the sinner, love for the saint. Love is the fulfillment of the law. Love God. Love your neighbor as yourself. May God grant us this love.

Look to the Sky (the third heaven)

The silence of death

Broken by the cries of life
Takes out the beating heart
without a witch's knife

They have looked to the ground
To the sky they now see
The powers of demons
From the Great Power they flee

The ground is cursed
but the sky it is free
Look to the heavens
and then you will see

The world is nothing
but a drop in the sea
The heavens declare His glory
at His decree

It is His power
that you must obey
If you will not
then the earth will say

It will move exactly
as He commands
It will not make excuses
It will not make demands

The rocks will cry out
and cover the sin
that plagues His creation
and ensnares the poorest nation

Turn from your black magic
Look to the white sky
Your hope is in Jesus
This is why He did die

I have not much to offer
but take my hand
Repent of your sin
and let's repair this land

1/24/10

Copyright © 2010 Brian Jackson All rights reserved

I wrote this poem today on the road to Santo Domingo from Haiti. This is only one part of my meditation on this situation and I am very tired, so hopefully it turned out OK. I have seen and heard many things during this trip. The people are in need of many things, but an eternal view causes me to focus my prayer efforts firstly for my brothers and sisters in Christ and secondly to the spiritual needs of the lost. The Haitian culture is deep into Satanic worship through the means of Voodoo. I don't know all that the Lord is accomplishing through this earthquake, but it is very evident from the few Haitians I was able to talk to that they truly believe this was the power of God. Shane and I witnessed to some of the young men (maybe in their early 20's) in the streets that know English. One particular young man (refer to picture above...the guy in the middle facing the camera with his left hand on his side) told me that many believed in the power of voodoo before this earthquake, but now that they have seen the power of God, many pray in the streets at night to God. (I continued the conversation explaining the Gospel) I pray God will use the seeds that were planted to reap a harvest. Maybe later when I return home from the Dominican Republic, I will share the details of the trip.