Joshua Leesburg Poetry Repository

  On the hills we die, because we try to be a part of the Church, because what we see, explaining what will be, tends to make it a very lonely perch. While we try to die to self, we reach out to get help, from those of like precious Faith, but when we fall, even though we're called, there are still those who'll grumble and complain. But we're not alone, even though we groan because of those who cannot see, we keep singing along, people thinking we are wrong until we finally hit the right key. For the time that's passed, doubt has been cast toward the likes of you and me, for when things didn't happen, people took to nappin', and now they don't know what will be. But our God doesn't lie, like a man who would try, to get all the glory for himself, for when God speaks, our spirit man leaps, and His Presence speaks for Itself. For the Vision gained by the Words we heard are for yet an appointed time, the fulfilling and suppletion will come to completion and ...

  A Song In The Storm Written by: Joshua Leesburg For the Glory of God     (Intro/Chorus) (For) Your Name is Jesus. Your Name means power. The power to save,   To raise from the grave. Your name is Jesus.   (Verse) O my Lord Come now and turn my tears. For the years I’ve been sad, Come make me glad. Lord I wait for Your Word   (Verse) For Lord You hear my cry, Been with me through the longest night. And though there be pain, Your Love is the same. Lord I cling to Your Word.   (Bridge) The Blood is applied where I stand! And no one can pluck me from Your Hand! And I praise You for all that You’ve done! You’ve healed my wounds, The battles won.  

  A moonlit night, in the valley of death, the bones are all scattered, far removed from their breath.   The shackles of death that held them for so long, are being removed as they are filled with the breath of Heavens Song.   At first there was no movement, but then the bones began, a rattle here, a rattle there across the entire span.   Being called forth as the Lord God commanded, “rise up, rise up dry bones, no longer are you to be stranded.”   The bones rose up and began to be put back together, the blood, the tendons and flesh, they all began to tether.   A great army, brought back from the grave, designed, and fashioned for this last great move of God, they will speak and be brave.   Those thought long since dead, will come forth now and the enemy will be filled with dread.   For those held captive in the throes of a demonically contrived mental death, have arisen now, they’ve stood on their feet and have been given new life in their breath...