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27 Breaths

   Today marks the 27th birthday of my bride-to-be! Please give her a shout out! I’m so thankful for who she is and how well she loves me! Love you Sunshine!

27 Breaths

(for Erin Jackson)

27 Breaths
In ~ Out
Along the timeline
Of a Daughter
Set to arise anew
Into her truest self
With Grace, Joy, Love~
A paradigm parameter
On the Eves of a heart
To beat for 27 years
And beat even more
For many yet to come,
So, listen close
To the water Life
Which flows from Heaven
Straight into you
With Passionate Peace,
A prerogative translation
Of Yahweh’s Truth
To stand etched on His Daughter’s
Every aspect of self.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner
© 2016

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Restoration Prime

Restoration Prime

(for Jonathan Walton)

To the Front and Center
A son stuck in a rut,
But a Father never gives up
To love and cherish
The One He adores
And so Restoration Prime
Occurs again and again
To bring His son
Closer and closer to Him~
A Fresh perspective,
Paradigm even
And a son with purpose,
Who thought life forgot
Rises into True Love,
A tempest of Grace and Light
Abel to set Free
A heart stuck in mire
For way too long~
Restoration Prime
Springs Forward evermore.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Transform Renewal

Transform Renewal

(for Sullivan Smith)

Metamorphosis Paradigm
Raises the stakes
Of what life could be
Upon the fragment
Of what we know~
Transform from the dark
Into a vessel of Light,
A carrier of Grace,
The epitome of  Renewal
From fallen chances
And the sublime voices
Echo through Eternity
When Heaven declares,
“My son, Awaken,
Arise into your Identity,
A chosen one
To go and change the world
Upon the anthems
Of all mankind~
Awaken. Transform
For Renewal awaits
Your footsteps to change.”
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

Liquid Gold

     The third installment of poems based off of Shawndell St John’s paintings. Hope you will move towards an act of worship. Thank you! 

Heart poured out

Liquid Gold

Liquid Gold 


My prayerful paradigm predominates the air
For my worries drain from worshipful tears,
While prostrate before the throne
My heart plays the music of the spheres
And turns back the clock 
As I stand before the Rock. 


               Drip…
                    Drip…
                         Spaloosh… 


                    Drip…
                         Drip…
                              Spaloosh… 


Oh, how the Christ took the nails, 
In humble obedience to the Father
For you, me and all the world;
The friend closer than a brother, 
Who through worship poured His heart 
Onto the Lion’s Table, a la carte. 


               Drip…
                    Drip…
                         Spaloosh… 

                    
                    Drip…
                         Drip…
                              Spaloosh… 


The price, death, the payment, life;
Where one dies for all, 
Yet frees the captives in a single breath
And the veil tears by a squall; 
Yes, the Son took the wrath
To open up Redemption’s path. 


               Drip…
                    Drip…
                         Spaloosh… 

                    
                    Drip…
                         Drip…
                              Spaloosh… 


My prayerful paradigm predominates the air, 
As I bow down before the One
To pour my heart into worship,
A purple garland now spun–
Our hearts in worship, so bold, 
Poured out, worth more than liquid gold.