Here, I humbly submit my own material
Ivin Viljoen
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For this
I will not stand down
I will press on
I will make it
I will pay it
I will lose my pride
We will march side by side
I will decide to ride
And glide 'till the cloud breaks
'Till the rain comes
'Till it's poured out
'Till I see you
'Till I know you
'Till we grow and show fruit
For this I cry
For this I will die
Ivin viljoen ©
Conversations of a cross
In darkness formed
In darkness scorned
In utter darkness
in pitch black born
A rare surprise
Wisdom to the wise
from lies to Truth
a new seed on the rise
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
from dry barren bones
death toppled onto trust
Four winds
four words
for me?
your hurts
First the grain
then the ear
first the pain
then we hear
Can they live?
Lord, you know
Can I give
Lord, Let's hope
Amounts are called
throngs thwart through thistles
a mountain falls
valleys rise as He whistles
The high priest prophesied
no one knows, or understands
a nation is saved
by death of One Man
A life truly worthless
without a guiding compass
will my holiness surpass the standards
making His death worth this?
I knew His Holy name
Hadn't considered Him
enduring acts this inhumane
Blessed with every breath
The reason for my life
Lived through all the seasons
Fear engulf my pounding heart
Knowledge of true Grace amiss
Rejecting death
requires reconsidering actions'
receding reasons
I failed to believe
producing lasting faith
So I failed to receive
an experience face to face
A simple confession
seems sans sanctifying power
I desired change for the life I lived
His message is the revelation I seem to miss
Light and darkness
a tussle between the latter and the former
my present and my past
may my repentance be my last
I stood on the mountain
I slip down the valley's slope
pushed away favor
holding on to hellish hope
Every tower, every friendship deployed
every heaven hope
in one moment destroyed
My love extinguished by my own imbecility
turned my back on love
caving into my own infidelity
One seasonal cycle my pivotal point
a shining shimmering extinguished
light removed from an anointed life
Looking through an open hole
Beaten and busted down
with a broken soul
One simple decision
freedom from hate and hell
by ample submission
knees knocking
broken, I'm beating my breast
failing fears
strange languages fills my ears
finally found
Abba Father
from heaven reaching down
Light reappeared
Music surrounds me
people dissapeared
a loser, but He found me
The image of your sacrifice
burns deep within my soul
vices and temptations
leaves in me a open hole
a mystery untold unfolds
wisdom sought withheld
as truth is a commodity
you choose, a life bought
with blood as currency
hair weaved by the wind
as friends leave,
cowards run away
ashamed of being revelaed
by the light of day
Overwhelmed, standing on my knees,
Frozen in a freeze frame
With death before you came
Disease ate away at our ways
It's a picture played, nakedness
And shame proudly displayed
My dismays may decay
A life bedridden, becomes good
With a reckoned cost
Appeasement fulfilled by a wooden cross.
Thirty nine
Sour wine
Nails and wood
Failing good
The road to Emmaus
Had the Lord glad He stayed
Only way our way could be paved
was that someone had to pay
Steel dug into his bones
Our marriage we forgot
He carried His own Cross
In blood drug me to the throne
We can't imagine His pain
It started in a garden
Blood drops like blood clots
stopped only if the Father
Smiled down as His Son looks up
While we may frown, we can't pass this cup
He drinks, we drink
He thinks, we think
He walks, we walk
He talks, we talk
Why with doubt, chances
and shortcuts we bother
He died, so we die
in obedience to the Father
Most see Him as risen
Who in darkness drew last breaths
They don't believe in Crimson
A harlot's death stopped by a
Scarlet thread
From Him
Closing dull eyes
I see more then deceit and lies
The Truth laid bare
Opened up
as I stare into horizons unseen, deep.
I wait for the call,
The vow to speak
is answered by a word to weep from
warnings to sleep on
Messages laid bare
Scarce or scared
It's prepared and attainable
everywhere…
What I see, I speak
I say what I hear
I do what I say
It all comes from Him anyway…
Ivin Viljoen ©
Prophets proclamation
"…like an eagle,
I stretch out my wings to fly.
Soaring,
I see the world
rummaging before my eyes.
I cry out God's Word
anticipating a vision of tomorrow…"
Ivin Viljoen ©
On the rise
I close my blinded eyes
To see
My own life I despise
To be
The lone Christ on the rise
In me
Ivin Viljoen ©
From the belt
The words I speak
Occurs in meek
Historic
rhetoric
so I could keep
walking with sheep
Who's fur is bleak
Talking
Distorting
Like roads I walk for weeks
blood flowed
From mud sowed
Creating a man who's dud showed
The cud mowed
Short and sweet
Disaster for evil
The carpenter with His work has meet
I stand and form
Faith
With the words I speak from the platform
A soap box
The road rocks
As sleazy snake oil preachers speaks
I walk a way of roads not easy
Vision in sight
Anticipation felt
Indecision might
Thwart the interpretation of truth from my belt
Will the world be warned?
Holy Ghost
If I don't speak will the world be warned?
The King is coming
Raise your fist
Some ministers miss the entire purposes
Of a Savior with splinters in His wrist
Like rice fillayed
Sin was laid bare
He was shamed
He shift the blame
The price was paid.
Ivin Viljoen ©
