All these artistic works of poetry are original and copywritten and may only be used by obtaining written permission by contacting the author at: P.O.Box 1823 Powder Springs, GA. 30127. The author may be contacted to offer a live recital that to local communities may be free and to others outside a 50mile radius will incur a fee. The author may also be contacted at VM 678-216-2024. The author declares he may deny use or live use of poetry according to his own convictions and beliefs. 

 

What if the world were an open museum

And you were the work of The Master

Would you be of common use

Or perhaps royalty

Would you reveal the scars of time

Along with mends and refreshing stokes of grace

Repaired and voice regained

Handled with great care

Another Master of the three in One

Or would your fate show you without repair

Prepared to be cast aside and destroyed

Because you chose to handle yourself

And would it show the Mastery

Or tell the tale of a negotiator

Persistent and pursuant in gaining you back

Or perhaps keeping you from further harm

And would it show the beauty of

The Master three in One

Or would it show the mastery of

A deceiver, a liar, a wayward one

What if YOU could choose which mastery to follow

That is the fate and call of God to men

To answer One or

The other.

Jan 4/2015

 

Maverick Controlled by H/S

I want to re-engage
Like the movie--Top Gun
No longer acting like an orphan
But rather restored, as a son
Ready to die for the crew...

No glory for myself

 And no thought for the "equipment"

 You can find more of that on the shelf

 But knowing the ability given me

 And learned,

 I'm not alone in this fight

 Able the tables to be turned

 A Maverick renewed and wild

 In my inner man--alive in Christ

 Where the enemy thought he'd get normal

 Found it was blood spiced

 An allergen that strangles

 The greatest foe to men

 But causes renewal and new Life

 Restored in Jesus again--and again

 I remember what I've written before

 To draw him close, and then

 Overcome him--and myself

 With this thing given--my pen

 A Warrior, a Champion

 Fought a good fight, but not finished

 Sat down for healing and higher learning to trust

 Where faith is grown--not diminished

 A place to fight for men's souls

 Overcoming the call of a cause

 Though in the battle within and without

 No more expecting an applause

 Where men and women,

 Are taught truth, according to truth

 An eternal and proven standard

 For every generation from old to youth

 Ancient, not meaning "old" as some count old

 But a way, a truth, a life

 The place of humility, repentance and promise

 Of gaining peace instead of strife

 Where I am more than myself

 But realize there are more of me

 But only One of Him

 We share a common destiny

 For only two things are common to man

 That we have all sinned

 That we all need a Savior

 Where His love toward us, is set like flint

 Repentance, a place of restoration and refreshing

 Christ said, if "I" don't drink this cup, what shall "I" do

 It is what and why I was sent by the Father

 So that I may trade my sacrifice--for you

 And that you may have new life, Living Water

 And that more abundantly

 And that you may know My Fathers love in truth

 And that you may be with us--in eternity.

 Randy Goss: 2015

 

Excuse me ya’ll

Let this be my ongoing reason for leaving

When I do not ask your permission

To take my leave

Because Deep is calling

And I must obey

Its voice

I wish I did not “have” to explain to you

My adventures

In the depths

I weep for you

Because you chose to stay on the shore

But I cannot console you anymore

With teaching you

What you can learn

If you’ll just go there

Before, after or during the time we have together

Limitless, boundless

In the Christ of God

Where deep leads to deeper

It is more than a prayer

More than being a church goer

More than being a student, a scribe, even a scholar

Of God, you call “theology”

I call, “I Am”

In the beginning, in the dash and in the end

I can teach you to dive

But I cannot dive for you

I can show you pictures

Explain what’s in the depths’

But you cannot EXPERIENCE

The depth’s

With only pictures you see

If you live, look and love with complacency

You won’t see it

If you live look and love without iridescency

Words mean nothing and the music may be fading

If you will not leave the shore, the ankle, the wading

Yes, I weep

If you will not drown yourself

Die in the immersion, there is life

In The Deep.

Randy Goss 3/27/2015

 

Unknown Warriors Among Us

Yea, you don’t really know me

That much I now know.

I came to you broken

You saw my tears, my wounds, my brokenness and prayed “for” me

But you could not speak life to my hand

That had closed its grip around the sword

With which I’ve fought giants, by the Spirit

And slew many, but was myself wounded

From what some would call

“Friendly Fire”

Not counting the deception of the enemy

To have overtaken those who call themselves

The Church(ed)

No, this was planned

God knew and yes, He does work all things together

For the good of those who truly love Him

No, you really don’t know ME although you’ve prayed with me

Because you did not know I held a heavy weapon

In my hands and inflicted damage to the enemy

Of Our soul

I slew 300 in one encounter and you were not there

But all you see is the brokenness and therefore cannot

Speak life back into me

You try to use “encouragement” as a replacement for LIFE

As though you know what I’ve gone through

And all I needed was love and all the things love is

Patient, Always believes, always hopes and knowing,

The greatest is Love.

You saw my tears

I could not hold them back

They came from being wounded by others

And-------you

Because you never spent time to learn

About my “great exploits”

Places you have never been, perhaps

I can tell you, warring near or on the front lines

Is far different than the middle or even the trenches

This is hand to hand and voice to voice, even heart to heart

Battle cry to battle cry

Seeing those you love injured in the process

Wanting to save them while it seemed

You could hardly save—yourself

But God

Who works all things together—for His Good

Who knows the hearts of men

Who knows the depths of their pain and in-securities

Who knows their boisterous claims are a mere wind

Is able to reignite, re-inspire, restore, reset and call to repentance and remembrance

All that, THAT man or woman is by the Spirit you claim to know them by

A man like me—you never got to know

To your own disadvantage

One who will now clear the way for you

Or at the very least

Fight, side by side—

For the Kingdom of God and His Christ

Oh, and I’d like to get to know you.

Or shouldn’t we know those who

Labor among us, Praying and eating together instead of

Using our busyness as a mask to not become ONE.

Where we may hear the struggle, by the Spirit

But see the testimony of God and His Christ, by the Spirit

And each other’s life

The Plan of the Master

Randy Goss 3/2015

 

“For one nation, For us all”

The sign of deception read as I passed it

Going 60+ MPH on I-285

It had a picture of what looked like

Military men and women—Soldiers

Holding up a flag

That was no longer—Under God

What they fail to realize is they are the props

The Flag is a symbol

But the stake they hold onto

And on which the Flag now hangs

Is the very stake of execution

Where a man held onto peoples

Of nations who’s nation will be

Soon under His Government

The government of the Love of God

We will not be one world under a man

But one nation under God and His Christ

Covering the people who chose Him

With a Banner—a Flag if you will

Of Truth, of grace, of justice and of Love.

4/3/15 copyright Randy Goss

 

Somethings I don’t understand

How can we ask Justice to leave our schools

But still call out for justice

I heard the greatest man who ever lived—say

The poor you will always have with you

But we expect everyone to not be

While the governments of men

Take, we give them no requirement

To serve “justly” according to the one

Who we asked to leave

No public outcry for that One

To be remembered, to be endeared with a headline

To be memorialized although He was

A thief—on My cross

Stealing My—sin and judgment

Justice? Do we even know

What or who justice is?

No, I don’t understand how you can have love

Without the lover of mankind

Or justice without the One who is

Just

Or even have any “wealth”

Without the One all nations receive their wealth from

And perhaps then—we are the poor

Who do not consider this One

And perhaps poor and wealth are not

Opposites

But rather mental, emotional and spiritual

Possessions

After accepting, Justice, Love and Understanding

Forgiveness to the poor

Humility to the wealthy

And salvation to, whosoever will

Accept and live for

The One, the Only—Jesus Christ.

Randy Goss 2015

 

I want to be Me

Not what others say

A man without comparison

One who does not compromise--originality

 

But who Am--I

Am I an artist?--yes

My canvas is the minds of men

That pierces the ear and eye to bless and distress

 

But who Am--I

Am I a teacher--yes, I say

I write and I share, I write and I share

And show you an incomplete picture of myself--filleted

 

But who Am--I

Am I a father--yes, by design

Though I am denied, I deny not my love

Though you enjoy Jezebels kisses and embrace more than mine

 

And I have children you not of

 

I do not judge the one in a ditch

The one who ascended the heights and descended to depth

Nor the ones who stretched to the left and/or right

I am dark yet lovely and in I Am--Faith

 

I am faith, hope and love

Desiring to speak and show the testimony of prophecy

And when He appears and I am--left alone with love

I realize who am I is when I Am--In Him--I Am Me

And I am free

copyright 2015

 

A prince has left the high place

The serpent has slithered away

For he has completed his work

Getting humanity to discuss and argue

Created dissension and turmoil

Hate and "diversity" of thought

Tolerance

Even of God

He stayed long enough till men carried it on themselves

Convinced of their ....

Philosophical, Intellectualized, Scientific, Humanitarian

Devices

Circumstantail truths--at best

At worst--a clever and diabolical Demise

The serpent going to prepare a place

For his followers

Left them to themselves

Going to the serpents hell

But God never left us to our own Demise

Or the serpents

Convinced of His way of Life,

All knowing, Spiritual, in His image, Life and Love

Jesus Christ

Eternal thruths at best

At worst, the love of The Father

Destroying His childrens' enemy

By the blood, the testimony and the promise of His return

copyright 2014

 

I am the dark

And the earth was without form

And Void

Seeking out my lover

In the darkness

I heard the hovering

But saw nothingness

Till my Lover spoke

Light--BE

And there He was--Jesus.

copyright 2014

 

Declare to My people--their sin

What should we be writing about

Write THIS--about Me, as a memorial

And He gave us--The Law

What should we be writing about

I have not come to abolish--The Law

But to fulfill it

The One who is full of life and grace

What should we be writing about

And, I will go away till

They acknowledge their offense

What should we be writing about

Repent

And I will write My "law"

On your hearts

What should we be writing about

And if you look closely

You will see

"The Law" includes the

"Law" of grace and 

The "Law" of love

What should we be writing about

We too might walk

In newness of Life

By grace, not abolishing the "Law"

But overcoming sin to the

Obedience of the Faith

Living "The Law" taking on us

The easier yoke of Christ

Grace to overcome Sin

Not the "Law"--unless

It is the "law" of sin and death

Were we ever really 

"Under the Law" of God?

What should we be writing about

And of all things of His Life

On earth, He says

Do THIS in remembrance of Me

What should we be writing about

copyright 2014

 

I said to Him, I love You

As if to comfort, even impress

But nothing said "I love You" to Him

Like faith shown through obedience

copyright '08Treasures of Trinity Chapel Anthology

 

 

I cannot remain

Long enough to be the teacher

You want, or need, or

I want to Be

Because repentance 

Bids me

Come closer

But if WE can follow Christ

Together

You may come

For we may need each other

For support

For remembrance

For picking each other up

When one of us has fallen

So we may continue

So we may BE

In pursuit

Forgetting what lies behind

Pressing Forward

As Repentance continues

Bids....US

Come closer

So we may acknowledge 

As Christ did

There is no one good

BUT GOD

And become

Like Christ

The greatest teacher...EVER. 

 

I have heard a lie

To dam up streams of water

Desensitizing their spirit

Daming up viles of tears

"Big girls don't cry"

So I declare on paper with pen

This lie to be exposed and destroyed

Because...YES

Big girls do cry...and

Grown men weep

When it comes to 

Their hurting, surface or deep

If they will humble themselves

And Pray

Trusting in the One

Who catches our tears in a vile

Wipes them from our faces

To be poured out--as judgments

Against their (our) enemy

I declare the Dam broken

And the tears pent up

Released

Father, we humble ourselves

And CRY

To YOU

In Jesus name.

Author: Randy Goss (Passions Call)

 

DADDY…CAN I HAVE THE CRAYONS???!!

I want to draw a pretty picture for you

I want to show you how good I color

And use all the colors, red, black, white, yellow, and blue

 

I CAN!!! Oh THANK YOU!!...THANK YOU!!!

I love you so and I’ll do my best—you know I will

I’ll take my time and do it just right

To use the right colors and stay inside the walls

 

DADDY!! DADDY!!!....LOOK!...its finished!!

Do you like? I used all the colors like I said

I know it looks like I got in hurry

Cause I did get outside the lines—especially with Red

 

Daddy? Why are you laughing so hard???

My child, this is beautiful, for you’ve put everything in a row

It is WONDERFUL!! The RED touches all

It was, is now, and always be—loves overflow

 

White touching black and Black touching back

Yellow touching Red, and Red touching more than one

All the colors of the human race—connected

Child, they all touching each other—revealing Jesus—My Son

Copywrite: Randy Goss

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