Captive Mind

Pointless: the worlds ways.
A million hours, and a thousand days.
A ticking clock is the heartbeat,
of people, in there greatest time of defeat.

I have looked threw the hourglass.
How funny is the pattern of patterns?
Mirrors and hearts hold one purpose:
WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE WE?

Held captive to long,
my mind restrains all sense of hope.
But I’ll make you the prisoner.
It’s now time, the next 40 years, you will sit and watch.

Reestablish honor in ones heart.
Realign the sails, for the storm is here.
Wash the blood off your hands, it can be done.
For the great one, is near.

FOREVER, we shall put that idea to the test.
I seek a glorious kingdom in which all, soon shall rest.
Dead men seek graves.
But I, seek the will, I seek the will.

-By Chris Cameron

What About Israel?

When preparing for a trip of a life time I knew it would challenge my views, I knew that I would be different, I even knew that I would be better equipped for ministry; what I wasn’t prepared for was the depth of spirituality I was going to experience, and the realness of my faith that would transpire through my travels of the land where my savior walked.

Israel is a land that has been continually in a transition of power since long before Christ walked across it’s landscapes. Yet it still holds strongly onto the sense of promise given from Yahweh to Abraham, and then again unto Moses. From the vast differences in religion and political ideology found in the land, there is a continual sense of holiness that seeps from the soil and waters of the land. 

What I had expected was nothing close to the reality of what Israel was. The biggest disappointment of the trip had to be the Jordan River, or as I like to say, the Jordan creek. The humbleness of the Jordan is a precursor to  everything else in Israel. Not that its not an amazing place, but rather everything is smaller, and closer together than I imagined. God’s Promise Land for the Israelites wasn’t the nicest or most beautiful land, rather it is a land where they would have to struggle to survive. Where they would have to rely on God for their safety, it would be where they would have to live their lives in obedience to God in order to even have a grasp on the land.

The people in the Holy land have vast differences in theology, which dictate every aspect of life for those who live in Israel. It’s amazing to see people who are so confident in their faith that it dictates there political stances to a degree unheard of in the States. There is absolutely no separation of Church and State. Religion dictates all of their decisions, Jew, Muslim, and Christian alike. 

Jerusalem is the home to three of the worlds biggest religions, all three of which we are told are based on the ideals of love, yet there is no place on earth that I have experienced such signs of hate. There is not trust, love, or grace shown outside of those within their own religion. It reminds me of Christian churches that all preach the same thing, yet compete to see who has the most people, and try stealing members from others. It often seems like there is no faith, no love, no God. How is it possible for a place such as Jerusalem to exist? There is not a place on earth that has seen as much bloodshed as Israel, and it was all done in the name of religion. When religion is controlled by humans it causes a rift between one group and the next, it causes hatred, and ultimately it causes death.

Since I have been back in the States, I have had a very difficult time explaining what I had experienced in the land. Even now as I dictate my thoughts I can’t express the feelings I have. I love the land, I love the people, both Jews and Muslim. But the hate found in the land baffles me. How is it that this country even exists? And what is our role as a Christian? I have no idea.

To A Demon

To A Demon

I hold you now in vivid color,
I see you, for the perfection of darkness, in which you have become
And I must admit, that you are truly a worthy adversary.
But none the less…. you can be defeated.

For this is no longer a game of right and wrong.
What value you have, if any, is not outside the mind.
Therefore…I can control you.

You’ve harmed many in your wake.
And yes, at times I have been at your feet.
But in all my weakness, and in all my hopelessness
…I did not give up on God.



So here now in this dark room,
you and I shall be at each others throats.
You cannot die, and you simply cannot go away.
…But you’re afraid.

For too long has my mind been a home,
a comfort, for your lusting thoughts.
For too long, you have been at my side.
But now… your home, will become a prison
And you will watch, as years to come, I will bring glory to his name
For that is a truly the hell of a demon:
…To see hope rise from the ash in which you’ve created.
You…will lose.

From The Servant

The Smoke, The Kiss, The Drink, The Change

I am running this addiction into the ground.

The smoke runs threw the veins, and the blood turns to ash.
The liquid to the head and all go mad.
A blind kiss, leads to the grave.
And all amounts of money make the millionaire insane.

Fight want you want,
with what you so desperately need.
Dreams VS Nightmares,
why not be addicted to all good in the world???
Why color yourself green with greed???

Knowledge can hold back these waters.
She should be the only thirst you need.
The makeup of the others,
amounts to nothing in the end.
It amounts to nothing in the end!

And are you drowning,
in your own pool of foolishness?
God made you a good man, a beautiful woman,
but you chose to drink it all away.

The body is already disappearing.
Dust is not meant to be ash, dust is not meant to turn to ash.
Do not let this temple,
disappear into nothing.

Oh Ghost my body, my mind, my heart, my spirit, is yours…..

-By Chris Cameron

Horns Against Heaven

And I have failed you,
like I have never failed you before.
And it is only now, that I search for light,
when darkness is at my door.

To the arrogant I say
‘Boast no more’
And to the wicked,
‘Do not lift up your horns’

Do not lift up your horns against heaven.
Do not lift up your horns against heaven
Do not lift up your horns against heaven.
Do not lift up your horns against heaven.

But there is life, here when I am choking,
on the water that surrounds.
I have made my heart, it is apart of you ,
upon it is, holy ground.

No more, playing around,
with this voice.
I will abandon the addiction,
this is my choice.

-By Chris Cameron