Daniel Paul Jesse‌Warrior Poetry
From The Book Warrior Poetry By Daniel Paul Jesse
All Washed Up The Man of Sorrow and The Servant Man I was in service. The Supper Room and The Upper room was in my keeping. I also held the bridle of the colt. I stood by and never heard, nor had I ever seen Such things take place. Never was there such kindness. As in His summons for me. Come to me, I have water, and wine Bread and life, food for your soul. He spoke and love was heard. Behold the power that was told. The towel and basin I brought to Him. His eyes deep and full of life's sorrow. This same man is the one who turned the tables on the money changers, and cleansed the Temple. Removing man’s sin from the porch. Now He asks for towel and basin.
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Daniel Paul Jesse‌Warrior Poetry
Who is this man of sorrow? Who carries the world’s release within Him.
I was in Bethany Near the window at the house of Simon the leper. Where the woman broke in and fell at the feet of this man And at great cost and rebuke, she anointed His feet for burial A costly fragrance, a costly salvation, souls harvest. Her worship, her memorial. I was near the door way as he passed. It was near the time for Unleavened Bread. The time of Passing Over. His gaze found my heart and stayed there. He called my name and gave me a new one. This is the place that he first called me. Sent one. This I remember and wrote down. Towel and Basin He was knelling now and speaking words I have never heard from mankind. He had already spoke of the bread and the wine, And the body and the blood it Was His and was given. The room was full of heaven and earth and hell. How can this be, I feel it all as choice has come close. And the decision valley just ahead. I see darkness coming, yet held at bay. Just beyond the horizons morning. He knells before each one, they are his... Sandals of the world that will carry heavenly feet. All sit silent as Holiness has come near. But one speaks in fear and dread And knows not yet what will be said Gethsemane waits.
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Savior watches my heart and eyes, as I see Him Hands of heaven holding flesh and blood Feet made of clay He remembers the garden days. Creation in the hands of God, the earths potter wheel It turns. Cleansing water flow, the sands in the basin glow A Dead Sea basin bowl Nowhere for sin to go, sea of forgetfulness In a basin bowl. Nowhere else for sin to go. All washed up, all washed up Heavens hands holding flesh and blood. The towel of tenderness toward man kind Male and female He made them. Loves mantle for humanity. In the hands of and un-angry God. Blood will flow from Calvary and remove the curse from its tree. Among the stones and rocks of life He is sown. Harvest waits, life longs for love. Hands feet and water all touched by the Holy One. Humility touches humans. One by one they follow the Holy One. Light leading them out into darkness, but the light is greater. The room now empty, but full of the weight of His Glory. I stand in trance of loves after glow. Should I move closer to the towel and basin? Holiness has not been my friend. My flesh is weak. I am drawn, my sandals left behind in candle lights dim. The glow of water touched by the masters hand. Still full as I had first drawn it for the Holy One. Not a single drop gone are wasted. My flesh wants to draw back, to run. From even the essence left behind of His heart broken. The fullness of the Godhead in human body. 3
Daniel Paul Jesse‌Warrior Poetry
I am near the basin, I see His reflection not mine in the water of life's time. How can this be? The water is troubled as the pool of troubled waters but no angels troubled this water. The Master of the sea His presence in the basin. What shall be done with this water? My hands my feet and my face All washed up, all washed up. I lift the basin and pour it over my body head to feet. All washed up, all washed up. The towel in hand I hold the glory of the Holy One. A mantle of glory covering. I knell to worship in the closet presence of the Holy One. I am not the one I once was. All washed up, all washed up. Servant man... I saw the alabaster box in the house of Simon the leper. All poured out, all poured out. I held the colt’s bridle that the Holy One rode into glory. I gathered the water and the basin and the towel. I saw the dark one leave. I was there in the afterglow of His glory. I was in the night shadow of the garden as He fell and wept. Tears of mercy and grace and truth. Covered the ground beneath His face. I saw the angels come and bless Him from His Father's Heaven. He was taken, forsaken I was among them. I touched the cross where He bled and gave His life. My tears fell on His bleeding feet. I was among those who searched for Him day and night. Yet He had never left my heart. On the mountain side. I stood by, in the crowd near the back of the crowd, but I could hear. The words of Holiness and Life loud and clear. Wait. I saw His garments whiter than snow. Shining as pure golden glories gold. 4
Daniel Paul Jesse…Warrior Poetry
He was taken ascended to the Holy Of Holies. He saw me. All washed up, all washed up. I was in the Eastern corner of the upper room. Curled up weeping with fear and dread I was as dead. The light and glory approaches I sense the power and the glory. As the mighty rushing wind came to me I was the last one. A servant man filled with glory and power from on high. Because I was there I was all washed up, all washed up. The servant man All Washed Up The Man Of Sorrow And The Servant Man The Holy One Is My Friend From the Book Warrior Poetry By Daniel Paul Jesse All rights reserved 2012 Life House…http://thefamilybook-book.ning.com/ Web Page…http://danielpauljesse.weebly.com/ Amazon Authors Page… amazon.com/author/danielpauljesse
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