Holy War

God, when war was rising, You cracked the sky and at Your command, a legion of angels was sent to prepare for battle. When I was low and in trouble, my faith didn’t grow through resolve, but by Your presence alone. You entered the pit and became my company. Suddenly, I had a capacity to endure, a peace as smooth as oil. You sustained a troubled soul with more trials—another spark invoked to create pressure—to increase strength and to form a visionary. As I read the Word, it was like looking through a telescope. I found hope, a strong sense of breakthrough.

Matt Brown | Evolving Poet

Overflow

Rivers of living water outflows my dreams. My vision is a weapon formed out of the streams. A splash of paint on the canvas used to create the theme. I used to get lost in the dark, but now your presence glows deep into the night like beams—giving sight to the blind.

Matt Brown | Evolving Poet

Provision is on the way

Open the door—allow truth to enter. The King must be found among us. Awaken your heart, prepare the soil in order to receive seeds of victory. Allow your life to become a platform for His Glory—a stage that displays His unfailing love. Difficulty may strike and take root, but a harvest will spring forth—measured for those who believe and ready to receive.

Matt Brown | Evolving Poet