Joshua Leesburg Poetry Repository

  Descending through the depths, it was no minor stirring, the veil had been ripped, and an earthquake was occurring.  The expression on their face was more than a shock, the centurions realized this was not someone they should have mocked.  With the Keys in his shaking hand, the enemy observed what he had not planned, this same Jesus whom he had killed, had destroyed everything he had spent all these years to build, the deception, the lies, the curse that came, both sin and death bow down to His Blood and His Name.  "Give me those Keys, they do not belong to you, I've defeated death, hell and the grave, and I have made all things New!"  The enemy bowed his knee and handed back the keys, he found he could no longer stand in the Presence of the King.  His Conquest then led Him to Abraham's Bosom, leading captivity captive to Heaven where they now could come.  Coming back up through the earth, the stone was then rolled away, he folded the clothes of his ...

  It's in these times I find my rest, meditating on Your Word, for You know what's best, and in these times I spend with You, an open door and something new, direct communication is what I seek, I come before You humble and meek, I come for Your instruction, I come for correction, for the course I'm on I need Your direction, a charted coarse with all points labeled, I no longer want to go through life feeling disabled, empty and alone is where I've come from, come fill me Lord and remove any leftover scum, connect me Lord with Your divine appointments, for I've tried to do things on my own and have known disappointment, come and fill our meeting with Your Glory and Love, and show me Lord how to be wise as a serpent and harmless as a dove. I don't accept my circumstances as they stand, I am Your son Father, hold me by Your Righteous Right Hand.

There are simple ones who don't know Me, those who don't get in My Word, those who don't make My Decrees, prodigals scattered about by every wind of doctrine, those easily swayed by the world, those who easily get locked-in.  Preferring to sleep with the pigs they get covered in the muck and mud, the deception prevalent in My Church today, salving the conscience, but not teaching about My Blood. Come back, come back Home, let Me wash you by My Word, let me walk you out of that gloam.  Draw near to Me, and I'll run out to You, I'll put a ring on your hand, a robe on your shoulders and even kill the fatted calf too.  We'll celebrate the day that you come back, in My House are many mansions, you will not have to know lack.  You will not have to sleep in solitude with those pigs, let Me clean you up and get you out of those dead man's digs.  For My Light is here and is clearly being shown, come up out of that pit, it's time to come back Home.