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Writing and Poetry from Hubert Rondeau (All here copyright Hubert Rondeau, 2008) Who is like the LordWho is like the Lord? And who does He draw close to Him?
Who is like the Lord, knowing the beginning from the end?
When my heart was broken, crushed by the weight of so much sin,
T’was then that I began the search to find such a precious friend.
Who is like the Lord, loving and forgiving? Who is like the Lord in this world we live in?
Is there such a person, even one at all, who is like the Lord, catching me when I fall?
Who is like the Lord?
When I lay my head down to sleep at night, will someone hold me close and tight?
When I arise will any say, "How was your night?"
And when eternity catches me, throwing my body to the ground,
on the morning of eternity who will be around?
Oh, who is like the Lord? There is no one, no, I know not one at all.
Jesus is the Lord of Lords, He is the all in all. Lord, I desire to stand on Holy ground and look into Your eyes,
I desire to walk close to You amid this world of lies,
Where many people come to you and say so many things,
but it seems that truly they don’t care about anything,
but their own stuff, and show, as they try so to impress every other Joe!
That’s not me at all, no that’s not my heart,
I want to live, and love in Spirit and in truth and never to depart.
From your side ....
Who is like the Lord?
Yeshua's precious Bride!
Hubert Rondeau
-- Pioneer --
Those who go before, who go aside of the familiar,
And venture into the unknown. – [HR’S definition]
Those of God’s children who are breaking the hard ground
of dead clods, of entangled, twisted, dogmatic death, of traditionalism,
And formalism, to pursue the truth. And the life of God in the Spirit.
In the Holy Spirit! Jesus said the Spirit is life, the flesh profits nothing!
When Jesus says something is nothing, it's nothing! The Lord is waking those
Who desire Him above all to arise, and follow the lamb wherever He goes.
I desire to be all that He wants me to be. Yes, a pioneer in a foreign land
A land of rebels, and reprobates, and people of every form of ungodliness.
Jesus, use me as a pioneer, for the purpose of establishing your kingdom in
This land, and to set up a Holy banner to your name .. amen.
-- Early pioneers--
They were stoned, they were sawn in two, were tempted, were slain with the Sword.
They wandered about in sheepskins, and goat skins, being destitute, afflicted, tormented,
of whom the world was not worthy: - For consider Him [ Jesus ]
Who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, lest you become discouraged in your souls.
You have not resisted to bloodshed, striving against sin.
Jesus who in the days of His flesh, when He had offered up prayers and supplications,
With vehement cries and tears to Him who was able to save Him from death,
and was heard because of His Godly fear, though He was a son,
yet He learned obedience through the things which He suffered.
– It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the Living God.
But far better to fall into the hands of God in sheer terror of Him now,
than to not fall into His hands until your last day!
There is no other place for me. I want to fall into His hands Today!
To face Him today! While I may be able to repent!
Better this than to risk being so puffed up with self, and pride risking His eternal judgment on that day;
When it's too late! Cornerstone to life is death, even the death of the Cross! Which Jesus paid for us.
So it doesn’t matter if a person is seven, or seventy. Life begins at the Cross!
For I am crucified with Christ and yet I live, and the life that I now live, I live by the
Faith of the son of God! So to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
We therefore have no common ground with God, until we are crucified with Christ,
Buried with Him in baptism, and raised into the newness of life, the life of the Spirit.
For flesh and blood cannot enter the kingdom of God.
Therefore we must put off the deeds of the flesh, and all of its desires,
being dead to the flesh and alive to God.
Dead to the world and alive to Christ, scripture says, we have died.
And our life is hidden with Christ in God.
Therefore it is no longer I who live but Christ who lives within me!
Jesus, come, have mercy on your people, who claim you, but don’t know you.
Save those who seek your kingdom with intensity, and purpose to truly know their GOD! Amen..
Hubert Rondeau
The BloodYou are covered in My blood. Yes, the mighty cleansing flood.
No, not worldly wisdom, small, My blood is great, and all in all.
Powerful to make one whole, to wash and heal you once for all.
My chosen vessels will contain, all I shed to bring them in.
Every drop has paid the cost, none of My precious blood was lost!
Now it covers head to toe, My beloved whom I know.
They’ll be with Me one day soon, you can know this, this is true.
How they ache for Me to come. How unto My presence run,
Seeking precious time with Me, how they hunger just to see.
One thing they ask, yes, this they seek, to behold My beauty, and to speak.
No other wonder, no none at all, will they seek, they will not call.
These are mine, with a true heart, they are small and set apart,
My eye is steadfast upon them, I'll not turn away from them.
HR
Welcome To My WorldWelcome to my world,welcome to my happy song;
Where it's all about me, But I'm so glad you came along;
Welcome to my life, don't talk to me of sacrifice,of giving of myself, and life for the sake of Jesus Christ:
I know that He loves me - just look at all I have, I know that I am blessed, more than any other man.
A mansion on the hill, I don't need at all, I own so much of this world, I have no need at all.
So welcome to my world, jump right into my show.
I have a bright red wagon, the best in town I know.
It's always about me, about the Myself Show.
Don't tell me about self-sacrifice, or of rocky narrow roads.
I've heard it all before, I'm not listening anymore.
I found “this Jesus is my Lord.” I've got so much that I can't want more!
I know you say you're rich, cause Jesus Lives in you, But I see you live like this,
a wooden shack and worn out shoes, I see you have no car, no cell phone or computer too,
to see the whole wide world, O I have more than you!
Now why're you cryin there, on your knees and prayin;
That God would take away these things, I don't know what to say!
If I get the time some day, I suppose that I may bow my knees to pray for you,
that He would make you wise - to earn such as I.
Yet you say, "No way. I'm already rich.
Today this stove box is my perfect home,
I'd be glad to be alone, Just leave me here to pray,
In two minutes I'll be on His throne,
In Spirit and in truth, more glorious than you!
For I have found the way to the greatest riches every day,
that's being before His throne and glorying in Christ alone,
He really is the only way.
I am glad that I am His today! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Hey, Hey!"
Words cannot conceive, or contain,
the Glory of Christ Jesus within a man!
He is so different! Deep, deep within, no one can explain!
He only wants to go Home, to be near His Fathers throne,
for Him to live is Christ, and to die is gain!!
HR
Stand up!
Stand up! Don't you cower in the trenches, we're in a different kind of war.
So get out in the open, let them shoot at you some more!
The battle lines have all been drawn, No coward ever will march on,
The shooting will go on and on, until the victory of the Cross is won.
Your helmet, it is bullet proof, nothing that the foe can do,
though he wrestles hard, and twists you sore,
the victory belongs to Jesus Christ, the battle is the Lord's!
The trench is like a ditch, not a place to hide.
It's also like a rut, no place for a perfect bride!
When were hiding there, no wounds we think we'll take,
But being hidden in the dark, is Satan's perfect ruse, and rake.
So let us come out in the open, let us stand up clean and pure,
Let Jesus Christ shine bright upon us, and take some shots for Him for sure.
When we stand for Christ our rock, no more cheap, and shallow talk,
Satan will attack for sure, But we'll surly have the victory for the battle is the Lords..
Isaiah says; No weapon formed against us shall prosper, and every tongue
that rises up against us we shall condemn..
HUBERT RONDEAU
Rend Your Hearts11/14/08 Rend your heart, and not your garments; pretend ye not at all;
Let your heart be broken open, let your ‘self’ be crushed and fall;
Break that will that’s all about you, cast it to the ground and call,
Crying out to Abba Father, free me Lord from all; My all;
Rend your heart, and toss it from you; throw it very far;
For like mine it is deceitful, and it has been from the start.
Don’t you look into your mirror, to make yourself seem fair,
You will find the truthful answer if you linger there!
Look instead, and listen closely to God’s Holy Word;
See your life as vain and shallow, then come running to the Lord.
“I am God” and you are nothing! Yes, I know that Lord.
I wish I were something, just enough, to speak to You one word!?
Then, to Hear You as truly as I am heard…
I love You, Jesus,
Hubert Rondeau
YEAH! Oh yeah..Yeah, I’m in the wrong place when, I cannot see Your face,
When all that lies before me is of the Human race.
Cars, and boats, and airplanes. Smoke screens of all kinds.
Friendly folks, and neighbours, family so fine.
Whatever did You come for, Lord, life is just so fine!
Fishing, hunting, family, Why do I feel so blind?
Something deep within me says throw it all away!
I am the truth, I am the life, Son- I am the way! A long time now I am seeing, that there ‘must’ be a part,
A big piece of eternity that’s been missing from my heart.
To know You is life my Lord, I know You are the way,
Yet, I know that I am missing You still this very day!
Whatever is this blindness that keeps me in the dark?
Whatever should I do? And should I run, how far? Crushed! Yes, severely broken, aching, staggering in my heart,
I cry to You, I look to You, Lord Jesus.
How far? How far? Broken and battered, O my God, You are!
My heart pants and thirsts for You! Save me! My dear heart. Truly I waste away, while the wickedest of my enemies say come to me let’s play. For we sit down to eat, and rise up to play, over, and over, and over again!
But in my heart I pray, "Save me Lord from my closest friend, whoever would draw me away."
For a brother is born for adversity, and fun at times is fine,
but the Road is hard and treacherous, which leaves this wilderness behind! (Nov. 2008)
Enter InAs I entered into His pavilion, through streets of Gold clear as crystal glass yet solid as mountains firm , my heart pounded in my chest and the blood surging in my temples, made me nearly stagger – in The Presence of His Majesty. Although this was my first time here, I strangely felt as though I had been this way before; crumbling and crashing, suddenly my strength failing me, my eyes and mind the only things working anymore! This is my Father’s house, stunning in Glory! Hostile, His presence to mortal flesh, I collapsed to the ground when I came to rest. “Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus!” I cried out in despair, “Lord, save me, a wretched man! I am not able to be here!” My sins they all have found me out, now I am so ashamed. Lord, You are the One, wash me in Your blood, I pray.
I laid there on this floor this night, the whole world zipping by, everything around me changed, eternity is nigh. God, my Father. I’m such a fool. Look where I’ve thrown my life! Right into the garbage can of living for myself. All this time I wasted, time I did not own! For every little moment belongs to Jesus Christ, to Him alone. Now that I am here everything is so clear. Every little breath we’ve breathed without You was wasted, and every shout for joy, and every crying tear. I have been so blind, and waylaid from the start. I could just rend, and tear, yes, tear out my own heart. Wicked and deceitful, I’ve only fooled myself! I wish Lord God today that I’d hurt me alone, and no one else! Augh! --Whatsoestey! – Etasohesta! –Kesor- basetona! – No-masa ! - Jesus! Jesus! Touw weshta koweena ta tees teyee OOko is atta corrittibeho! I am stained and covered in blood! Jesus! Lord Jesus, WASH ME! Wash me, wash me clean amen! Lord, crush Your Bride, that the fragrance of Christ may emanate from Her as crushed Frankincense, emanates its pure fragrance!
Your time of need has finally come; You’ve finally given in! I’ll be your love, I’ll be your mate, I’ll be your very best friend!
Father look down from heaven and see from your Habitation holy and glorious. Where are your zeal and your strength, the yearning of Your heart, and Your mercies toward me? Are they restrained? Doubtless You are our Father though Abraham was ignorant of us, and Israel does not acknowledge us . You, O Lord are our Father, Our redeemer, from everlasting is Your name. O Lord, why have You made us stray from Your fear?
The hour has come, the days are here, for all to draw nigh, and near.
I am the Lord, I do not change, Get on your cross and there remain.
I said to you, that you are mine now follow close , this path of mine.
The gate is straight, and narrow, and small.
There is no other – to me at all.
As you have seen, and said and know,
you follow Me and let them go.
For men will not to salvation come,
till they can no longer run.
The FeatherThere’s a feather in your hat, OH MAN!
That feather is your pride!
For you have hunted and taken trophies -
My treasure is my Bride.
She is spotless, pure, and holy
Completely without stain.
Yet you look for other trophies,
To tag to your own name!
Your feathers, horns, and trinkets,
The idols that you love,
They all are separators
To keep you from the Father’s love.
Why do you not see this?
I will truly say,
You do not see the truth,
The life, the light, the way! I AM!
The stone of which you builders
So easily cast away,
It is the only stone
That any man can lay.
It is the stone of repentance
From deep within every heart,
To be saved from this generation,
Forever to depart!
It is the rock of ages,
To truly be the Bride,
Of Jesus Christ the Saviour,
Being crucified.
No more witty wonder words.
No more songs of fools.
No more jingle jangle.
No more golden rules.
Only come to Jesus,
Lay down your life and pride,
Climb upon His altar,
Be a living sacrifice!
“To the cross with you,” I cry!
There to bear Him evermore,
To be bound and chained to Him,
Prisoner of the Lord.
There is no greater honor
Than to be crucified with Christ,
Born of the new baptism,
A willing sacrifice.
I CAN SEE IT! I can see it, but I can't touch it; and You want me to be clothed in it.
O, the pearl of greatest price, the glory, and the righteousness of Christ.
You said, "I am come to give you life and that more abundantly,"
this is eternal life, the life of the Spirit of Christ in Me. I can see it, but I can't touch it, bogged down by this world's things.
My mind a whirling mass of clutter, of chaff and other things.
I can see it, but I can't touch it - what Lord shall I do?
My mind is split in half, Lord double-minded, too! To many things upon me, this world is such a snare,
I want to live for Jesus only -my focus, love, and heart always and forever there.
How then shall I come to You and bridge this wretched gorge?
How, O how, Lord Jesus, I want to know you more! To seek You and to know You, to walk with You is life.
To know You and to love You in Spirit and in truth.
To live the life eternal, to kiss The Son and live,
to circumvent His anger by living just for Him. If we should walk in Him greater things than these to do, we'd surely
Walk on water, heal the sick, raise the dead, give sight to the blind, and preach the gospel too.
The Spirit is life, the flesh profits nothing, Lord, set us captives free,
And purge our minds with Holy fire, turn us back to thee.
Take this world's cares and deeds, and crucify them to us,
that we would live in Christ alone, and snares not hang onto us. Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and you perish from the way,
When His wrath is kindled but a little, blessed are they that
Put their trust in Him. Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice
With trembling, no more lukewarm walk with Christ, for He
Is everything... HUBERT RONDEAU
THE WITNESS In the process of time and in the course of events... Oh, goodly gentlemen, God has seen fit to take unto Himself, the Bride whom He has longed for these many centuries. It was His doing, and marvelous in His eyes. Not that these whom He has taken had been 'ever perfect', but at once when they finally perceived Him to whom they were betrothed, the Precious Christ, who bore them at the place of death! They steadfast, and quickly arose, and made themselves ready! Washing in the Blood of the Lamb - "Christ" - then adorned themselves in the purest of wedding gowns. The sparkling white robe of the righteousness of Jesus. Thus She had purified Herself. So at the time of readiness, She truly was a pure, and spotless Bride - completely without spot or wrinkle. Long before their removal, however, they were often times the most out of place of all people that you could imagine. They talked about this Jesus, in whom they said they believed, and even I believed in this Jesus that they spoke of. I instinctively knew it was true. But they evidenced such a coldness toward outsiders that I could not get over it! Oh, they often spoke of the Lord, but He seemed harsh at times, and judgmental, I suppose a God who is Holy would have to judge somewhat harshly. But again by instinct, I knew that this God, even 'The God,' must be a merciful, and forgiving God . Hadn't He forgiven so many of them? And some of the things that they had done, even when they were "saved", [as they said.] Anyway, I could not get passed the things they did and there seemed to be such a pride about them, And some put on an Air of Humility, that seemed so rotten, I don't know! It just didn't add up you know? And it always seemed like this Jesus they talked about was so far away. Many times being around them they would say things they believed, because their Bible said it. But watching and listening to them you knew that they really weren't sure about 'many' things at all. I guess that that is why they acted and talked the way they did. I suppose the world's impact on their eyes and ears, you know, the violent movies, all kinds of perversions, 'Startling' scientific discoveries, and technologies, I suppose they, too, were a bit fooled as we were into thinking - this is it! You know, the great frontier of the mind of Man! A conqueror of "all". But, Man! We could never conquer death! No matter what men did, to try to stop it, Death came to all.. making every accomplishment, and every endeavor seem so pointless! You know that is 'one' thing that I remember some of them said , 'the bolder ones' always said, "The wages of sin is death!" And that all men die and then comes the judgment. So somehow I understood that all of death, comes from sin. And all men sin, so death comes to all men! Listen to me! No technology or science could ever change the fact of Death! Except .., this one man who they spoke of - Jesus. Who came to earth as a man, born of a woman, but without an earthly Father. Did not inherit sin, and death. But, they said' He became death for us, that is He became sin for us, in that He bore our sins on the cross! And since death had no power over Him, He being sinless, conquered sin and death, and arose from the dead. My friends, this is one thing that they all knew! They always spoke of this, as a surety. Not ever doubting it at all! Even their children, knew this, as well as the most timid of their number. They spoke of Jesus coming back, in the clouds as He left; and His taking to Himself His bride that is the Church. Now you know as well as I do, that for most of the time since Christianity began, these people at times seemed way more confused than the remainder of us who knew no God at all. Thus they did not live up to the standard that their claims seemed to require. It was all quite puzzling, until a short while before they all disappeared. It seemed to me that all of those I knew who followed the 'Way' of Christ, it seemed as though they finally saw, or knew, who they were, and just where they were going. Then everything changed! They became 'so REAL' in their faith! And so full of love and kindness! Some hated them the more, but some who had hated them before were swept right into their number. I remember that there was an awesome sense of glory, and love, and grace that followed them wherever they went. I became convinced really that whoever this God, this Jesus, was that He is Real. And I know even today that He is Real. Because I have known many people in my life, And I noticed that Men don't change! They just don't! And here all of these people, suddenly changed - and for the better! This also is unheard of, and very contrary to nature, and to men. With this change there came an awesome sense of the fear of God! Almost as if He were suddenly going to rip open the sky, and present Himself to a world of people who thought that the universe was so vast and that nothing could ever harm or alter it. But I was there, when the fearsome sense of God's presence was such as if He would tear open the sky right above us and that we would see His face. It seemed that many would die, from the fear of what would happen. Their hearts stopping in their chest, from the fear of this God; Now as for Me, I don't say that I believe, as Christians used to say. But I say this; I know! That the God who made everything, is much Greater than all of the things that He made! I know that I am fearful of Him; who even though I didn't know Him, made me, and gave me life. I know, that I am subject to His will. I confess that I willingly submit to His Authority. I know my master, He is God! And I know, His Son, Jesus, 'The Christ.' So if you choose to end my life for my confession of faith in Christ Jesus, I have but this to say... Father, forgive them, they know not, what they do! And Father, for the joy set before Me , I endure even this...... It is said that today, we live in a post-Christian era - but we have news for those who would say this! Because every era belongs to God! Without question, whether men believe, or not ... every man may shake his fist at God, but in His time He will come, and all those who oppose Him will look to the rocks to fall on them, to hide them from His face! I think Christians are so caught up in the day-to-day run of life that they forget to remember, The Coming of the Lord is at hand! And our God who is the creator of the universe does not need permission from "men" whom He created to invade it - and to put an end to any of its inhabitants. Yes, God did put the earth under the authority of Man. But only until He returns! Then He will put an end to the ways of men, and will rule His kingdom in righteousness. As The bible says in one place, "Let God be true and every man a liar!" Father, in this world I pray, "Lord Let your Holy will be done." Even among the people of my nation, in this very day Jesus, I pray, Lord do it. Amen. Thy kingdom come! Not my will, but thine be done, Not my kingdom, but thy kingdom come. My will I will your way. Father take my will Today, in Jesus Holy name I pray, Amen. HR
Ye must be born again! Ye must be born again, my friend O please, now won't you hear it.
The treasure of this flesh life is, that there is nothing to it!
For flesh gives birth to flesh and there is no reward,
for anything gained within this world that's separate from the Lord. What must this babbler be saying, what's he speaking of?
For all men know were all OK - we have the Father's love!
For God so loved the world it says, that's all we really need,
But Jesus said repent and turn, from this wicked world be freed, The flesh it profits nothing, nor friends, nor family.
If you deny to come and be converted, and hang on your own tree.
Then count your loss as gain, be crucified with Him
Conformed to Christ in suffering, and resurrection in the end. What is the point to this dirge, what would I try to say?
The Spirit is life the flesh profits Nothing!
You, must be born again... The Spirit 'searches' all things, yes, the deep things of God.
If any man has not the Spirit of Christ,
he belongeth not to God. HUBERT RONDEAU
NOT PHILOSOPHIES Not philosophies, which are 'vain deceits' not doctrines, counsels, or teachings of the flesh, But Christ and Him crucified Is the eternal hope of glory. All philosophies are nothing more than 'self deceptions', and vain deceits. Philosophers live inside their own heads, and don't labour near enough. The BLOOD of the lamb, YESHUA, and the word of the Lord is the only way to safely get through this vain fleshly life! Lord Jesus deliver Me from the tongue of every philosopher. Far better to sit alone than to sit in the counsel of the ungodly, or stand in the path of sinners, or sit in the seat of scoffers. For their words and ways are snares and nets. The Cross crucifies completely every 'little philosopher' in each one of us. When a person is on the cross they have no ideas, or grand imaginations of life at all. Galatians 2:20 says, "I have been Crucified with Christ, it is no longer I who live but Christ lives within me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the son of God who loved 'me' and gave Himself for me." Try, if you will, to jam any of your life philosophies, or familiar traditions into that. Every person on this earths whole life without that Cross amounts to putrid waste and total loss forever. Jesus could have said it this way - 'you,' meaning 'you' must be born again. The Spirit is life, the Philosophies, and flesh profit nothing. I believe the most anti-Christ doctrines around today center on so-called Christianity that has been changed to nothing more than glib clichés, rules, and pseudo-Christian philosophies. These look and sound good, but they shore up strong walls against the truth of Christ, taking out of Christianity, the Power, and the Blood of the Cross. Greeks seek wisdom, and Jews seek a sign. But we are crucified with Christ and have the fullness of the Holy Ghost. Scripture says if we don't have the spirit, of Christ, we are none of His. HR
Hu's Ramblings/musings For we shall all appear before the Judgment seat of Christ To receive the deeds done in the body. --[ O LORD, HIDE ME! ] -So let us have grace where we may serve God acceptably with reverence and Godly fear. For the sobering truth is We shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ! -This is something we can hear, but can't HEAR! -We can tell it, or be told but cannot conceive of the gravity of this truth. ---For our pride conceals it from us. ----- -You may agree, or not, but look deep, His eyes are as flames of fire, and a sharp two edged sword is his tongue. Do you believe ? If He Tastes to see if we are good, as He tells us to taste and see That the Lord is Good, are we not positioned to be Vomited out of His mouth? O that I might fear the Lord and Give Glory to His Holy name! -- The flesh profits nothing, the Spirit is life. And the Spirit reveals to us all things even the deep Things of God. -Eye has not seen nor ear heard nor have enter the hearts Of men, the things that God has prepared for those that Love HIM, But God has revealed it to us by His Spirit. There is no Christianity without the Spirit. There is no Conversion without the Spirit, there is no salvation Without the Spirit, There is no hearing of the Word of the Lord without the Spirit, There is no conviction of righteousness, sin ,and judgment without the Spirit, there Is no learning without the Spirit. For the Holy Spirit teaches us all things and leads us into all truth. Without the Spirit the body is dead! Jesus said I have come to give you LIFE and that more abundantly all abundance is in the Spirit. No abundance is in the world of matter, or flesh, -The pearl of great price is Christ 'in you.' Yeah, the real hope of glory, and that eternal.. Ye must be born again.. that which is flesh is flesh, and that which is Spirit is Spirit. For those who come to God 'must believe that He is and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently ----------Seek Him. ----------------- -For most people are stuck on themselves, they live their lives on a human experiential basis. [living in the flesh ] Me included 'most times' and they do not live in the Spirit. When a minister talks, and talks, and talks, About Himself, His life ,His experiences, His stuff Its because he is not in relationship with God. And has little fresh manna to feed his sheep! Jesus said because I go to the father, greater works than these shall you do. [ It's easy to walk on water! ] -Who then will do the greater deeds? ---Them that believe! ---- -Paul said to Timothy; having a form of Godliness but denying the power of such as these turn away.. Does that mean that I should turn away from Me? -That's probably the best first step! How can a man have the Power of the Holy Ghost when he lives, eats, sleeps and does almost everything in his life according to the Human nature? It cannot be! Flesh gives birth to flesh. Spirit Gives birth to Spirit. If a man or woman are truly living and walking in the Spirit of God they will have things to say of Him! --They will not know flesh,-- for Jesus said flesh profits nothing. If Jesus says something is nothing [ its nothing ] Amen... HUBERT RONDEAU
Warrior reprise II How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers but His delight is in the law of the Lord. Ish ba rae sham a tea tanorata ean arsamba ena tosa
Ena nie nesambota Nata sombotoo, elaie ma lasalie. Oh my Father; I am here to Honour, and magnify your
Holy name, Look upon me Father, naked,and poor, wretched and blind!! Ena leema see edeno to mashamara!
Aeco ce debarra! Eraie tesonadorie! Ashundie.. enaiem endo..! LORD! JESUS!! Olamahi! Enasa oreshurma!! Maeataco! Maeataco! Maeataco! Tears streaming down his face, heart wrenching, gut wrenching, crying hunger for the lover of His soul the warrior buckled, and bent, groaning for the revelation of the Lord Jesus. Fiery blazes of promise burning hotly In his chest; Rest your hope fully upon the grace to be revealed to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. All creation groans, and is groaning for the revelation of the sons of God!! WHO! Am I? Who am I? Who, who, who, I know that I am yours God, I know! Who am I - now I see dimly! I know that there is such a Magnificence, and Majesty!! Aaaagh! So deep in me I know that I'm so different! Yet not crazy! Deep groaning intercession convulsing, and wrenching him again he falls to the ground scarcely able, to utter a cry, whisper, or any other sound. I Know you, God! I know you! Crumpled, piled up in a heap collapsed in grief.. Father... Father... Father... You said I could come boldly before Your throne of grace, where I can receive grace to help in time of need... Enasoorat! Crushed, and broken, broken in agony. Father! I know that I know you! Lord Peelesarama! Enatosaie! How can I go on? I must walk with You, I can't reach You, I need You Father! I have tasted and seen that You are good.. Oh God my God!! Keysa rabaheratae! Come Lord! My heart, my heart, my heart! When will you be still my heart? When will you be still? Oh, only with the revelation of my Father - only in the Light of His countenance, only at the revelation of His will!! Why, o flesh, do you tremble? Shake as a feather, as a quill? Why, o spirit deep with in me, do you cry out, cry out still? You are life, there is no other. You are life my predacious Brother come and pour Your Spirit in me that I might be as You. Your measure and stature, too. Hubert Rondeau
THE LORDS WARRIOR Second portion (7/08) The battle lines have been drawn, so soldier take your sword in Hand !
The sword of the Mighty word of God which is which is The High command!
Hold forth your shield of faith, as Satan's darts you face,
with Holy feet shod with the shoes of the Gospel of God's grace.
Speaking words of truth your loins girded so,
through the heart of righteousness, where the breastplate must go.
Go on, O Holy warrior with Salvation on your head,
you are a mighty warrior - the enemy's very dread ! I am a warrior! I am a warrior, for Christ's sake, an ambassador for His kingdom.
Sent to reconcile the world to the Father, through the Son.
The Son of His love, as Jesus came to reconcile the world
to the Father through His own blood.
So I seek to reconcile others to and through Him. -Thank you Father I Go!
The warrior steps into the seething darkness Of an evil world,
as he goes along his way his path leads to an old man.
A degenerate man, so vile, The warrior in his purity in Christ, smells,
And feels deeply the wretched and evil soul that stands before Him. Sword in hand he holds it forth unto the very heart of, as it were, the Devil himself,
and presses the sword of the Spirit, deep into His chest.
As the fire of the sword burns the vile,
the precious comes, the life comes, where death was life has come.
The old wretched man is transformed in mind, soul, and Spirit.
Now crying out with a purity and Holiness that makes all of Heaven shout ecstatically! I'm alive! I'm alive! Praise God I'm alive,
I was dead, and I didn't know it. But now I'm alive.
Thank you Jesus! Thank you Jesus!
As I pierced him even His heart I could not have ever known,
the glory of my Master's choosing this wicked thing for His own.
I stood in awe and trembling as His Spirit fell,
transforming an awful, wicked wretch headed straight for hell.
His change was so sudden, and entirely complete,
I pierced a vile and wicked man, Transformed into a sheep.
He fell down to my feet right then, I too, fell there with him,
no longer was he a wretched man, for Jesus now lived in him. Changed, and changed forever, this is what I saw.
I, so awed and bewildered, gazed at Him, then paused.
His beauty now so fresh and new, and he so innocent, and pure,
after eighty years of wickedness, and this is to be sure.
I marvelled, and almost envied, Him so fresh and me,
a seasoned warrior, bewildered Lord at thee. So many years have come and gone,
so many battles lost and won,
So many wounds so deep within,
O Death, where is your victory,
O Grave, where is your sting? HUBERT RONDEAU
FIRE There is fire in the house of God, and there is would on the fire.
The wood is all that you would of your own will, apart from the Spirit of God. All that you would do, all that you would desire,
all that you would love, all that you would want!
Your would is His chaff, your would will burn in His Holy Presence,
O, would to God that you would burn your own would,
and dwell In His will, rather than your would! Now will... Not my will, but thine be done.
Not my kingdom but thy Kingdom come.
Not my will but thine be done, my will I will
Your way. Jesus please change today, Put in me that will of thine, that thy will
Be mine, not mine. To will and to work, to
Laugh and to talk, to love and to hate,
In thy will to walk ...amen HUBERT RONDEAU
-- Beseeching word -- I beseech you therefore brethren, by the mercies of God! - Not to parrot!
For we are to God the fragrance of Christ among those
who are being saved, and among those who are perishing.
To the one we are the aroma of death leading to death, and to the other,
life leading to life. For we are 'not' as so many 'parroting', [peddling] the
word of God! But as of sincerity, as from God, we speak in the sight of God in Christ.
God leading us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffusing
the fragrance of His knowledge in every place. - No parroting, jesus jangling, or whatever you want to call it.
If Christ is in you, you must emit the fragrance of death to those who
oppose themselves, and the fragrance of life to those who are being called to life.
If you are a ' jesus parrot' I suspect that there's not much of
His fragrance in you! [check yourself with God!] When Jesus is speaking people repent, humble, turn to God,
get mad, reject, hate, or love... But when it's jesus jangle, it turns
everybody off. The scripture's say we will be judged for every idle word.
Don't parrot. Dig DEEP into the wells of salvation, that when you speak,
your words will be fragrant to God, in Christ Jesus. If you love God with every fibre of your being, you are blessed!
If you Mock [pretend] you alone will bear it.
The Jews wouldn't even say God's name for reverence, an Honour, and Holy fear of the Lord!
We throw Jesus name around like a dirty shirt, and tag His name
onto every vain imagination that rifles through our heads,
and before you know it, we have a basket full of Jesus junk,
that is none of His! EESH man! He is HOLY! Those who come close to God 'must' Honour Him, and ever one who who draws near will be humbled!
Father, humble me, even crush me, that I might decrease, and Jesus increase. Bless you Lord come! Hayda- sara- bo-to- sou-unday..
'You are Holy Lord. You are to
Be feared to the uttermost!
There is no-one like you, No, not one! How do you know that you are not parroting?
You taste and see that the Lord is Good ! ... What?...Well,
when you speak there is soundness, richness, purity, grace, power,
love, and all the flavour, and fullness of God comes out in your words. If you begin to gloat over it, or be proud, His word will stop, and you will revert to parroting.
If you remain humble, and thank Him, and give Him
Honour, you'll get more, and as you cast your crown to the dirt,
and throw your [self] to the ground, He will raise you up. This word is for all
Who would be His, God is no respecter of persons, [no favourites] Love HUBERT RONDEAU
The War Counsel The war counsel was settled at last,
the battle plans had all been drawn,
the sacrificial lamb had been slain,
everything was done. The Generals had all spoken, each one at his turn,
not a shadow had been overlooked, not a stone was left unturned. All was ready and in order, the excitement you could taste,
the air around the throne electric with the burning of His grace.
This is why you're here, My son, that you too may know,
My Holy plan is settled, being set forth long ago.
The taste upon your tongue is fire with a metal tinge,
how else would you perceive the burning sword within?
You are here to learn just what is coming next;
The all consuming fire of my righteousness,
My bride has been asleep, and taken many lovers to her breast,
how does she in soiled garments feign before me righteousness?
Here I give Her warning, harden not your heart;
for the time of battle cries, upon us, to set forth to the mark.
To seek my face forever in all
In all that you must do,
to cast away unholy lovers,
that you've drawn near to you.
To rend your hearts,
and not your garments,
to humble soul and spirit!
I am the Lord, and I change not.
And no man can add to it! HUBERT RONDEAU
All of thy waves and billows have gone over Me!
Deep calls unto deep. Living water!
Washing over me. Shattered vessel burst asunder, broken vessel filled again,
Again too deep for wading! Way to fast to drift and float
to powerful for man, The Mighty Holy Ghost! Summon all your forces! Angels from on high, carry me to that water,
Baptize till I die! Carry me again My Lord, consumed in Holiness,
Brought forth by you precious blood . { living water this! }
No more flesh eternal, No more flesh at all ... I have come for
Life! I have heard your call! HR
Hearing They Will Hear? D'you want your ears tickled?!
Well God wants to tickle them too! But first He wants to clean them out,
so that His truth will be a delight to them.. 'your ears'!
Can you imagine - You come close to your sweetheart, to whisper sweetly
in Her ear - only to find it waxy, or strewn about with sawdust?
What do you think, when God tries to whisper into our ears and He finds a deaf ear,
and a cold heart? Do you see how we grieve the Holy spirit ? Heb 12; 6 For those who come to God must believe that He is
and that He is a rewarder of those who SEEK Him ! - To be born again; You 'must' believe that God is and that He is a rewarder
of those who seek Him. He's not obligated to reward self seekers, or pleasure Seekers. - You must believe that He is God, not you! How many " I's " in G-O-D? - How many " me's " in G-O-D? How many " but I's " in G-O-D? He says, "Repent! And be converted." So we twit along like a silly
child singing 'I believe in Jesus' - dancing, and prancing, and jangling
about, Man! We don't need the chirp, but we need the sap! Paul said, the root supports us, we don't support the root.. the sap comes from the
Root, not the wind! So why do we follow so many winds of doctrine,
And disregard the fact that , there is no sap, and that the root is drying up? Jesus said that every branch in Me that does not bear fruit will be cut off.
And every branch that does bear fruit will be pruned so that it can bear more
Fruit. EEEKK> groan, groan, oowwww! That Hurts! LORD! That Hurts!
Thank God when you feel it, and its pruning, you know you're not dead. D'you hear it? Jesus said, 'Have salt in yourselves,' I think he meant have
Some sap on tap, some oil in the vessel, and in the vine of your life ,
If no one could ever guess that you are a Christian, are you? I've been rebuked for preaching more than once - when I hadn't said a word!
I like that... I also like Jesus tickling my ears, I get a mile long grin, and then a tear
and cry, Then beg him to take me Home.. Love you; HR
MIRROR When I look into life's mirror, what there do I see?
Do I see a Man of God there, looking back at Me?
When I look into life's mirror, right into his eyes,
Do I see a man of faith there? Or one who lives a lie?
For the just shall live by faith, says He and righteousness, you know.
But do I see these in my steps, as down life's path I go? As I look into life's mirror, can I see the way?
Can I see me on the cross, each and every day?
Can I see my saviour, as he dwells in me
Or can I see myself, fleeing Calvary?
For to live is Christ and to die is gain,
O death where is your victory?
O grave where is your sting?
Are we related? I am indiscriminate, I am juicy,
My poisonous words bypass minds and hearts,
they defile whole persons with bitter poisons. I am gossip, my middle name is meddler,
my surname is Talebearer.
My Father's name is Father of Lies,
and my coach is Belial [ the worthless one ]. Who am I? I'm the enemy of mankind,
and like the proverbial seductress, I hunt the precious life.
You, even you, can taste of my fruit at any time .
You need only to speak about another what is none of your concern.
Look close, Are we related? Romans 16:17-18
Now I urge you, brethren, note those who cause divisions, and offences,
contrary to the doctrine which you have learned, and avoid them.
For those who are such do not serve our Lord Jesus Christ,
but their own belly, And by smooth words and flattering speech
deceive the hearts of the simple. So are we related? Do you tell stories just to be conversing?
Or do you honor God by speaking righteousness, and truth? The bible says that Satan is the Father of lies
[talebearers, story tellers, and gossips.]
-- while the Spirit of truth dwells within all of Gods true children ... Mirror time: Who is your Daddy? really... HUBERT RONDEAU
The Cross in Sight What should I write, the Cross in sight.
And who should be upon it?
You or Me upon that tree,
Which one of us has earned it? I see some stains when I look at you,
But too well I know, you see mine, too!
So whatever should both I and you really seek to see?
Except the broken Body of one dear soul,
Who paid the total awful toll,
for you and also for me! No longer look upon my sins,
No longer hover there,
You're not so lofty and without stain
When laid open, stripped and bare! And I, too, should only dare to see whatever sin
Is left in me, And choose to think within myself,
Lord, thank You that I'm healed.
The Year of Unimport It was the year of unimport in a land not far away,
A very notable fellow they laid to rest that day.
The preacher then was speaking. This he had to say, "Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to send away,
This one time mighty man to his final resting place." I knew that man of which he spoke, a scoundrel and a cheat,
and well could see him at the throne before the Master's feet.
I heard weeping, gnashing, groaning, and I sensed the pain,
and the terror of his judgment, while I heard the preacher say, "He was a fine man, a good man," and many other lie.
As the people all were taken in. O what a lullaby! I heard the sound of many waters rushing overhead,
and my heart pounded in my chest from knowing such a dread!
This man had gone to face alone the Mighty Lord of Hosts.
Never having ever stopped to put the Master first;
The terror of his first and final meeting with our God,
screams of horror I could almost hear coming from afar. O preacher, don't you pacify, and send them all to hell,
tell the truth of Christ our Lord, that without Him all will fall
Into everlasting torment, torture ,and despair,
Preacher, their blood is on your head if you don't even dare
to tell the truth, and not to lie! And no one to impress!
That every sinner goes to fire, and none of them to rest! In a vision I saw the man, his judgment now complete,
in terror, pain, and anguish, screaming,
and with eternal burning, within and without.
In a thousand degrees of eternal fire, and total darkness. Many years later, I look again, still I see him there
Not consumed but burning still, not going anywhere!
O sinner don't you mock at Christ Jesus who you'll meet,
for eternal burnings are the future of all the arrogant,
The proud the rebel and every liar. Away with all the evil ones,
for they are not of the Father. They are the devil's sons. So bow your heads, and do repent,
confess to Jesus Christ your sins,
and your judgment He'll relent!
But if you continue in your sinful way,
know this for certain then,
In fire you will pay for every, every sin. HUBERT RONDEAU
A Picture A picture.
Just a reflection of an image.
What image comes to your mind
Of the day that you stand before the Lord,
at the judgment seat of Christ? Lord, I want to be Holy,
Your word says "Be Holy for I am Holy."
I want to be Holy, I pray again Lord.
Consecrate me wholly unto Thee.
For You have seen all that I've done,
every battle lost, and every battle won,
You have seen my hearts wounds,
some put there by self, and some by others, too. You know what I've won and lost,
my toil, shame, and pain,
I've counted everything as loss,
that salvation I might gain.
To me all now is rubbish,
and set out for the fire , No value in one earthly thing, You are my one desire.
All things are for consuming in the fire of Your wrath,
cause men would set their hearts on them,
and turn away from Your true wealth.
For You are all consuming Lord, yet You are everything,
You are my redeemer, You are my precious king.
All I have I lay before You, You are my all in all,
So I come and pray before You Lord, hold me close lest I should fall.
There is nothing in the bottom
of that pit from where I've come,
Not one thing of value,
nothing to bring home.
I bring my life to You today,
please wash and sanctify,
and make me Holy
in Jesus precious blood I pray
and take my sin away
remove from me my life long stain
and sanctify me once again.
I pray in Jesus name Amen. There is nothing else on this earth worth anything at all ,
but Jesus Christ and Christ alone. He is the all in all.
He is the everlasting one. He is everything to me. Lord sanctify me by Your word,
Your word is truth. Hubert Rondeau
A Shadowed Road I walked along a shadowed road the shadow was despair,
I drug along this heavy load, taking everywhere.
I never knew there was a life apart from such a pain,
until I found the cross of Christ, and that He rose again. I entered to Gethsemane and I bowed down to pray,
Rose up and took my cup and turned to walk away.
I thought I live in Gethsemane, and as I went to go,
I knew I had to drink this cup, my cup was from the Lord. Through many trials and tests, the way we enter in
And through a broken heart the way is made within
So I drink this My Father has prepared, and one day
Filled with fresh new wine, I drink it at home with Him. HUBERT RONDEAU
BE NOT WEARY Be not weary in well doing stand ye firm in all.
For faith will work a great reward, and keep you from a fall. Be ye glad when all seems lost, and storms arise within,
For hope and comfort shall prevail, Gods faithfulness shall win. Be not weary, but stand firm, this I can attest,
That as you go and stand with Him,
He'll make you pass the test. HUBERT RONDEAU
You don't have to be You don't have to be so Holy, you know! Oh, yes, I do! You are just a Holy Joe. I don't want to be near you. That breaks my heart, my friend. Would you say that if Jesus just happened to walk in? Well, there's more to life than God, you know! No! Not that I'm aware of! Well, what about your family? Well, what about my Father's love? Well, you're just a radical, that's what I can see! Well, who could be more radical, than someone who would choose to die for the likes of you and me? Well, I don't like all this Jesus stuff, and you pray way too much! Well, I have been with Jesus Christ, and I have felt His Holy touch. Well, that's fine if you think so, but it's not for me. Well, I'm sad to hear that friend. I know from where I've come and been,
and nothing I have ever seen could ever please me but my King. Hubert Rondeau
I Want You To Write for Me -- I want you to write for Me, For Me, Son! I'd be glad to Father, I'd be glad to.
I could write about pigpens and being hungry;
I can write about spending my life in immorality;
I can write about wasting my inheritance on pleasurous living;
I can write about the blind, and the leaders of the blind;
I can write on being hungry; I can write on being poor;
I can write about satan stealing my life, by lying to people about me,
then having people lie about me to others too;
I can write about a broken wounded body, and a heart that cries out to You, Lord;
I can write of being lonely, even in a room that's filled!
I can write about being lost, like a little child all alone,
when everyone around doesn't care, and no one will take him home.
I can write about a sick child, alone and rejected by them all,
mocked and teased for being dumb, and not able to play ball.
I can write about a little boy now grown into a man,
who doesn't know one thing to do that will turn out right again!
I can write about that child who doesn't know who I am. Father, what do You want me to write? You can write about My promises, that to you I've made;
that when your parents reject you, I will take you in.
You can write about My precious blood that I shed for you, Son.
You can write about being born of God for this gift I've given you.
You can write of glory, and of love for your enemies,
for the rejoicing of your heart when you suffer because of me.
You can write that this world hates you, cause you are not it's own.
You can write that you don't like it here, and cry out to come home.
You can write greater love hath no man, than he lay down his life, for another one,
a son, daughter, husband, wife, this I've truly done. You can write of all I've done from start until the end,
for I've put in you eternity, Son, you can write again.
You can write with the fire, that I'll put in your pen,
my flames will jump and burn the chaff from the hearts of men.
I will be beside you each and every day,
to watch and work My word to you, and to straighten your way.
My flame will burn so brightly, that many will be drawn
they will come to see, just what is going on. You can write of pure white walls, without and within,
of precious blood and healing, Son, in the presence of the King.
Take your pen and bring me glory,
take and write your Father's name.
Take your pen and say that He is Holy!
Take your pen, Son, once again.
Take your pen, Son, once again, you can write&ldots;..Abba, Father, Daddy Hubert Rondeau |
