The Fatherless Redeemed

 


This is the cry of a generation of fatherless men…

1. Is There Anybody Out There?

I was born as a bastard, no father, no master,
A shadow in silence left searching for answers.
Put up for adoption and left with no option
Another kid fostered to fester forgotten
Take a look into these desperate eyes
As they’re cast into the wretched hive

But I ain’t going down alone

Is there anybody out there?
Anybody listening to me?
Is anybody else scared?
The paranoia, drops me to my knees
Does anybody feel lonely?
Disconnected from the things I see
Is there anybody out there?
Anybody out there just like me?
I’m choking on these words and I can’t breathe

Now I stand as a father, to men with no honor
Ashamed of the racists I used to call brothers
Cause no flag can mean bravery,
When bloodied by slavery,
The rebel, a devil, disguised as a savior
And the sickening feeling in the air
Is the fear to speak that no one dares

So will I stand here all alone?

Is there anybody out there?
Anybody listening to me?
Is anybody else scared?
The paranoia, drops me to my knees
Does anybody feel lonely?
Disconnected from the things I see
Is there anybody out there?
Anybody out there just like me?
I’m choking on these words and I can’t breathe

[2x]
Live my life like I’ll die tonight
Dream like I’ll live forever

I have roared at the world for years
Doesn’t anybody hear me?
This burden suffered, I’ve paid the cost
Not all who wander are lost

Is there anybody out there?
Anybody listening to me?
Is anybody else scared?
The paranoia, drops me to my knees
Does anybody feel lonely?
Disconnected from the things I see
Is there anybody out there?
Anybody out there just like me?
I’m choking on these words and I can’t breathe – Machine Head

No hope, no direction, a body that cannibalizes itself. I was part of this generation of men confused, depressed, afraid, constantly looking for something tangible to place my confidence in that was perpetually dead or dying, but then I started to see the heart of the father as I sought his face – Yahweh and His true heart for me, that we would be a generation of men that would break this curse of fatherlessness that has plagued this American culture for far too long. The son’s of Yahweh will take dominion over this curse and stamp it out. Selah

Being like Christ?


“For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant, And as a root out of dry ground. He has no form or comeliness; And when we see Him, There is no beauty that we should desire Him.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭53:2‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Ive thrown around this idea for years that “we need to be like Christ”, without really even thinking about it, but Yahweh gave me revelation that Jesus didn’t specifically mean for their to be a bunch of Jesus’s,  but for us to be like him in the sense that we are (uniquely created) to be unique and have an intimate relationship with the father… and to fully operate in that uniqueness, fully lead by the father in Holy Spirit. We know Jesus displayed the father Yahweh through family and worship but we know nothing of his personality, we know nothing much about his looks, other than that he “wasn’t a comely man” we really don’t know much about him period in that realm, he was was a carpenter, what did he build? I’m sure he may have had some epic achievements in life but We don’t know and obviously they are obscure for a reason.

It Is Finished.

 

For 51 years I’ve celebrated Easter in some way shape or form, I’ve considered deeply the pain Christ went though for me, I’ve thought long and hard about why God sent his son, I’ve piled guilt on myself blaming Christ’s suffering on my failures, I’ve thought about how the disciples felt as he laid in that tomb silent, wondering if they had really understood if Jesus was the Christ, but I believe through all this we have missed something pivotal about what happened through the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ… He won, and through his victory we win and have access to the spoils of his victory, he walked out of a tomb alive and breathing. Some of us need to get a good look at what the victory on the cross looks like and live and love radically in that celebration daily, the world needs followers who operate in victory worse than they need a theology…. hell has lost, they’re on the run. We can rest in Jesus’s victory today.

“Therefore David ran and stood over the Philistine, took his sword and drew it out of its sheath and killed him, and cut off his head with it. And when the Philistines saw that their champion was dead, they fled. Now the men of Israel and Judah arose and shouted, and pursued the Philistines as far as the entrance of the valley and to the gates of Ekron. And the wounded of the Philistines fell along the road to Shaaraim, even as far as Gath and Ekron. Then the children of Israel returned from chasing the Philistines, and they plundered their tents. And David took the head of the Philistine and brought it to Jerusalem, but he put his armor in his tent.”
‭‭I Samuel‬ ‭17:51-54‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Faith. Family. Friendship. Forever.