Wandering – A Christian Poem About Guilt

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Your commandments loom over me,
Blinding my eyes like a bright light in the midst of darkness.
It hurts my eyes and causes me to turn away
From the angelic presence of your glory.
Isn’t this the essence of the human story,
Locked in a constant battle with our foolish hearts
Year after year choosing to remain chained,
Restrained in the bonds of slavery?

But what is this desire that I should
Choose slavery, to remain under the cloud of your judgement
And continue serving the weak idols of my passions
Instead of an infinite God of unfathomable majesty and might?
Why do I consistently chose to fight against you,
Knowing I will lose?
Why do I fail to chose you even when I desire to do so?
How do I approach the Judge’s bench,
Knowing beyond all doubt that I am guilty?

But your mercy is as endless as beautiful fields of clover,
Covering my rebellious ways beneath blankets of green pastures.
For who among us is without the stain of guilt
That has been branded and tattooed upon our feeble hearts?
If there is no Law, if your ways are simply the creation of the human mind,
Why do I find that I am condemned and guilty
Beyond all reasonable doubt?
It is not simply the shame of hurting my fellow man
That stirs my restless heart to reason.
No. It is a primal instinct woven into the fabric of my being
To alert me when I walk paths away from you,
Allowing me to acknowledge that I am lost without your truth.

But you are a hound dog that never grows tired,
Steadfast, seeking me throughout the ever-changing seasons of my soul,
Loving me when I’m near you,
And loving me just the same when I’ve lost control
Of my sinful desires.
Your fire burns like a raging sun and is just as hot
Among the snows of winter as it is in the summer heat.
My love is your ultimate desire,
Not because you need me, but because you know without you
I will always be incomplete.

We mute our ears to your voice,
Eager to continue along our paths to destruction,
But even the proudest hearts fall to humility
In the presence of your might.
Lord, may your light shine ever bright
And lead us from the darkness of this night,
Which we have created by blocking out
The warming rays of your precious Son.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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Crash, Burn, and Devour

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Lost in your eyes is where I find myself,
Swimming in their auburn depths.
In their warmth, I want to drown myself,
For I know it would be the sweetest death.
Your touch is like a burning fire,
Leaving a smoldering path in its wake.
Every inch farther makes my heart sing higher,
Keep going, give me all I can take.
The feeling of your lips on mine,
Fuels the fire building inside of me.
Higher and higher, up the flames climb,
Until I’m burning in sweet ecstasy.
Skin against skin, we melt together,
Becoming a single entity.
In your arms I could fall forever,
In the process, I’m losing my identity.
Take all of me, take everything I am,
I want to lose myself in your touch.
I’m breathless at the touch of your hand,
I’m powerlessly held tight in your clutch.
Crashing against each other like a tidal…

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Free – A Love Poem About Being Yourself

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Free – A Love Poem

Just when I thought I’d seen it all,
You burst onto the scene
And shattered my expectations within
An hour of your spirit’s introduction.
Since my first glance there has been no reduction,
No doubt that left me questioning my desire for you.
My passion is a steady rising –
A flood of love, lust, and delight
Ready to pour over the river banks.
Hear
Me
Now!
This is my warning.
There will be no half ways or test licks.
Your soul will be kissed from head to toe.
I do not want to test your waters,
But to dive in head first,
To be lovers and thirst for each other’s hearts,
To feast upon the passions and pains
That have remained hidden
In the deepest chambers of our spirits.
There will be no you’s and me’s
But only we’s –
Two broken human beings reforged and molded as one.
You are my sun –
The bright shinning light
That reveals the path before me,
The warm, cozy aura that covers my face.
I yearn to savor your taste,
To digest your very essence
One new revealing at a time.
You are a gift from the Divine,
A present far greater than my wildest dreams,
Leaving me wondering what I’ve done
To deserve you my queen.
Bend down and let me crown you.
Then allow me to kneel before you
And give you authority over my heart.
Take it. It was yours from the start.
I needed no waiting, no casual dating,
Your character was confirmed
By the thumping and jumping of my heart.
Entwine me in all your ways my love.
Hold nothing back.
All your desires, dreams, and demons
Are safe with me.
Love, for the first time in my life,
You make me feel free to be nothing but me.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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My Love is an Ocean – A Love Poem

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My Love is an Ocean – A Love Poem

My love is an ocean –
An endless reservoir of new hope
That collects new deposits from tributaries daily.

My heart ebbs and flows
With tides of passion
And you, love, are the moon –
The great gravitational force that wields control.

My waters run deep,
Far beneath the comfortable beauty of coral reefs.
You exist in the darkness miles below.
I will not desert you
In the midst of trial, the abundance of darkness, the absence of light.

It is safe to ride on me.
I will safely guide you back to harbor
And steer you clear of jagged rocks.

My love is an ocean –
An irresistible force that beckons
You who look upon me from the beach.

Strip down naked, bare before me,
And plunge into the soft, refreshing promise
Beneath the surface of my wake.

I am the tide –
The captain of your longings,
The sealer of love’s fate,
Who promises to do whatever it takes
To carry you wherever you must go.

My love is an ocean
That stretches from horizon to horizon .
It is endless, abundant, yet reserved for one.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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Entangled in Your Love – A Poem About Intimacy With God

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Entangled in Your Love – A Poem About Intimacy With God

You are the cool, autumn breeze,
The great mystical force that brings me to my knees,
Stupefied in awestruck wonder.
I miss you when you’re not near,
When your shadow no longer covers me
And hides me beneath your wings.
But I seek. But I search.
And you reveal new things
To share with a humble heart that remains
Unstiffened by pride and unhardened by selfishness.
My intimacy with you unfolds
Like a slow, savoring feast, sucking each piece of meat
To the bone and delighting in its marrow.
Your revealings stir my soul,
And my tongue salivates, thirsty for more,
But you control the door.
You are the unmoved gatekeeper
That lets bits of knowledge pass at just the right time.
Beloved, I invite you into this heart of mine.
I hope you do not find the darkness uneasy
Or the decay unsettling.
But you wipe my walls clean.
You restore me from the inside out
And dive into a sex with my spirit
Indescribable. Unbelievable.
An orgasm that lasts throughout the day.
You mingle with my soul like a dog at play
And leave me chasing you around the backyard.

“My beloved, you are the summit of my creation,
The language that my essence speaks,
My work manifested that is forever complete.
You are my untainted bride
Who waits at the alter with her virginity intact.
I long to give you the water
That will nourish your dry lips and parched heart.
Open yourself to me and let me enter
Penetrating with my power
And releasing my love within you,
Oozing into the recesses of your heart.
Do not worry about your performance, love.
Do not worry that you’re too defiled, too dirty, and too stained.
For your heart has been reclaimed.
My love conquers all, and I stand unchanged,
Unmoved by the mighty, unwithered by the years.
I AM the LORD your God, the almighty who drew near.
I long to tangle with you between the sheets,
To thrust my love into you
And dance with you in a union so close…so intimate…
That every inch of your soul goes undiscovered and unkissed.
Spread yourself to me and receive the bliss
Of eternity that awaits you.
I the LORD, creator of heaven and earth,
Love you with every fiber of my heart and all my soul.
Beloved, I am the mind-blowing, cosmic orgasm
That leaves you satisfied, soothed and forever whole.”

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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2 Ebook Short Stories Temporarily Free on Amazon Kindle Store

My short stories “The Storm” and “The Christmas Gift” will be temporarily free on Amazon until Monday. 91Eh2zvyTKL._SL1500_

“When a unusual storm hits the Utopian town of Nod, the forces of evil are released and allow an unthinkable tragedy.”

The story can be found here.

My second story, “The Christmas Gift” is also available

“A depressed man – who has long given up on his dream to become a writer and now holds a high paying, corporate job – gets reintroduced to his childhood through extreme circumstances and finds his love for writing reawakened by a Christmas gift.”

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I’d appreciate any comments, feedback, or reviews. Thanks!

“What’s Brewing Next Door?” – A Short Story For Kids Free Today

81uK9uDzptL._SL1500_My children’s short story, “What’s Brewing Next Door?“, is free today only on Amazon through the Kindle Store.

“When mysterious neighbors move in next door in the middle of the night, Katherine and Josh are sure there’s something not quite right about them – no one has ever seen them and their garage door is always shut. Josh decides to take matters into his own hands one day and attempts to investigate the house next door. Josh and his sister find out the answers to their questions, but it’s worse than they ever imagined…”

“What’s Brewing Next Door?” can be found here.

You may also be interested in my other short stories. 

91Eh2zvyTKL._SL1500_The Storm“When a unusual storm hits the Utopian town of Nod, the forces of evil are released and allow an unthinkable tragedy.”

 

 

 

81Ay84qij0L._SL1500_The Christmas Gift – “A depressed man – who has long given up on his dream to become a writer and now holds a high paying, corporate job – gets reintroduced to his childhood through extreme circumstances and finds his love for writing reawakened by a Christmas gift.”

 

 

91nN-1ryp6L._SL1500_The Mummy in the Museum – “An adventure of a 9 year old child on a school field trip to their local history museum to visit the new Egyptian exhibit. Trouble strikes when the exhibit turns into a real pyramid with an ancient danger…” 

 

 

I’d appreciate any comments, feedback, or reviews. Thanks!

When Christians Love Their Religion More Than Their God

Stephen Mattson

Instead of promoting Christ, Christians often promote … world.

their theology

their culture

their values

their creeds

their traditions

their spiritual practices

their specific type of baptism

their required form of communion

their style of sermon

their church

their denomination

their definition of salvation

their philosophy of evangelism

their form of ministry

their brand of worship

their interpretation of Revelation

their interpretation of the Bible

their favorite leadership model

their social customs

their laws, rules, and regulations

their political beliefs

their moral values

Imagine if Christians introduced people to their God instead of their religion.

Unfortunately, we often evangelize our own specific type of Christianity to other Christians rather than sharing the Gospel with unbelievers — preferring to convert, criticize, and attack our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ because we feel their version of Christianity isn’t as good as ours.

In a pluralistic society obsessed with consumerism…

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FREE Childrens Short Story “My Christmas Adventure”

716PZKD6-uL._SL1500_I have just released my fifth short story, “My Christmas Adventure”, on Amazon. It is aimed at children roughly ages 7-10. It will be temporarily free today only through the Kindle Store.

“Johnathan can’t wait for Christmas morning. As he lies in bed on Christmas Eve, he hears a noise out in the living room and goes out to investigate. What he finds leads him on a trip to the North Pole.”

“My Christmas Adventure” can be found here.

You may also be interested in my other short stories. 


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– “When mysterious neighbors move in next door in the middle of the night, Katherine and Josh are sure there’s something not quite right about them – no one has ever seen them and their garage door is always shut. Josh decides to take matters into his own hands one day and attempts to investigate the house next door. Josh and his sister find out the answers to their questions, but it’s worse than they ever imagined…”

 

91Eh2zvyTKL._SL1500_The Storm“When a unusual storm hits the Utopian town of Nod, the forces of evil are released and allow an unthinkable tragedy.”

 

 

 

81Ay84qij0L._SL1500_The Christmas Gift – “A depressed man – who has long given up on his dream to become a writer and now holds a high paying, corporate job – gets reintroduced to his childhood through extreme circumstances and finds his love for writing reawakened by a Christmas gift.”

 

 

91nN-1ryp6L._SL1500_The Mummy in the Museum – “An adventure of a 9 year old child on a school field trip to their local history museum to visit the new Egyptian exhibit. Trouble strikes when the exhibit turns into a real pyramid with an ancient danger…” 

 

 

I’d appreciate any comments, feedback, or reviews. Thanks!

The Dinner Date – Free Flash Fiction Short Story

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I didn’t notice anything particularly strange the first time I met her. I happened to be at a college party in the early hours of morning, drinking and having a good time, when the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen (in person anyways) walked up to me on the dance floor and started grinding on me. Her beauty overwhelmed me – tall, long legs, rustic colored hair. She had a certain mysterious air, captivating my desire.

I never had too much trouble with women, but she took beauty to a whole new level, exceeding all the girls I’d ever been with. I felt like she was a little out of my league, but she seemed into me. That was fine by me, and I wasn’t going to complain.

After the song was over, I introduced myself. “Hey, I’m Nate. Can I get you something to drink?

She smiled. “Hello, Nate. I’m Rosaline. Yes, that vould be quite good.”

I noticed a strong accent, which I thought was Slavic, in her voice. “Where you from?” I asked her, as I led her to get a drink.

“Romania. Just moved here with parents.”

“Ah. I see

Her voice was so attractive and sexy. I’d never dated a foreigner before, and it was something of a fantasy of mine. At the end of the night, I asked for her number, and she gave it to me, along with her beautiful smile. I left her with a kiss and headed back to my dorm room.

Rosaline and I hung out quite a bit those next three weeks, but things began to take a bizarre twist. For one thing, she said she was in college, but I’d never seen her on campus and neither had any of my friends. Whenever I asked her for details about her life or past, her answers would be vague. Rosaline also didn’t seem to have any friends or at least none in America. I could see how it would be difficult to meet people in a completely new environment, but with her looks, she should have attracted someone by now. The strangest thing about her, however, was the weird skin disease she had. She told me she wasn’t able to ever to go out during the day, or she’d break out in hives or some type of weird rash.

But aside from all the strange things about her, Rosaline did have one thing going for her – she was smoking hot. And in my book, that made up for all the weirdness. One night we were up late talking on the phone. “Nate, told parents about you. They say they vant to meet you. Can you come over for dinner?”

The dreaded dinner date to meet the parents… of course no one likes it, but it’s something we all got to do. I agreed and was supposed to be at her parents’ place by seven o’clock the next evening.

I took extra time preparing myself, making sure that I’d make a good impression. Rosaline was a keeper, and I didn’t want to blow my chance. When I pulled up at the house, I was surprised at how classy it was. I wasn’t expecting them to be so well off, but whatever they were doing, it must have been working because their house was huge. It was a very old house, but still elegant; yet, at the same time had a spooky aura about it.

I knocked at the front door. Rosaline answered. “Vel, hello Nate. Just vondering vhen you’d be here. Come…come… I’ll introduce you to my parents. Varn you vo’, they’re little strange. Not used to America yet.”

I hardly heard a word she said. She was wearing a low-cut dress, and her hair was neatly done. I’d never seen her look so good.

Rosaline led me down the hall, past a whole wall full of family photos from Romania. I couldn’t believe the similarities between her family and her relatives. There were black and white photos from the old country, and if I didn’t know better, they looked identical to Rosaline and her family.

Her parents were already sitting at the dinner table. They both had jet black hair and the palest complexions I’d ever seen.

“Vel, how do you do?” her father asked me, shaking my hand.

“Good, nice to meet you. Thanks for inviting me over. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Our pleasure.”

There was a stiffness in the air I couldn’t quite shake. Rosaline and her family made eye contact with each other, smiling like there was some inside joke I was in the dark about.

The strange thing I noticed was that the silverware and plates were set out, but there was no food on the table. I assumed it was just finishing up in the oven, but I didn’t smell anything cooking either. There was an awkward silence covering the table, so I broke it.

“So what’s for dinner?” I asked.

The family members all grinned, giving each other peculiar looks. “Vel, I’m glad you asked,” Rosaline’s father said. ” A special dish – family recipe from Romania. But it’s been awhile since ve have had it ourselves. It’s our favorite.”

I tried to act interested and sympathetic to their heritage. “Oh, that sounds great. I’m excited to have something from Romania. Never had anything from there before, but Rosaline has told me all about it. So what’s it called?”

“Fresh blood,” I heard Rosaline’s father say just before they pounced from their chairs and sucked the life out of me.


 

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