I am the Manifesto

Dear Father,

I am the Manifesto.

If what you called me to do is to create the extraordinary, this done. I have a path worth fighting for, please give me the tools, the voice to raise a nation of Creative Disciples. There will be many missed opportunities. I for one know this to be true. So, many times I have started and stopped, but this is a time I will begin again, and again and again, if I have to. I have purpose. I have strength. One may say to just let it be, to let my call die! I simply can’t do this, this is in me, ingrained within my soul.

I will encourage; give life, to the one who is hiding, afraid to live a life of purpose and meaning. For the ones who wake up in the middle of the night and hear your voice.

“You are worthy of so much more, rise my King, rise my Queen”. - God.

That is what happen to me Father, you brought me comfort and abilities that I could only dream of. Do you remember? I write because it’s who I am, truly a writer of the soul. The clock stops for no one. You gave us a gift, and we must, it is our duty to use it. I have sense learned that I can’t please the many, many have turned from you Father, but not I. I know there will be many who will wish to see me cease, give me courage Father to keep going. I will look for the one, the one who is waiting for their tribe, the one who will dare say… I am the Manifesto.


I am looking for the one. Is it you?

Hidden Shadows

Hidden Shadows

Imagine a soul, flaming like a roaring fire, up and down with each breath. The sweet crackling of a kindred power, His word gives. What I’ve leaned up and till now. I’m a vessel to hold such a power. The hidden shadows beneath each flame; charring the wood like the blackest of nights, the flames dance before for your eyes.

Hidden Shadows

I have prepared for such a time as this, gathering my wood and making sure it piece is exact.
I’m a man of such precision. Is that a flaw within me? Only time can tell of such mysterious, feeling the warmth of the flames. There is a certain satisfaction that comes from putting together the perfect soul.

Hidden Shadows

From within the ashes, a slight breeze keeps it going. You must always tend to your soul. The warmth glow of the fire is only as powerful as the source of ignited it, Let it be God.

God Rocks My Soul

Hidden Shadows

The hidden power, if tamed, can be handled but never touched. Have a pure soul. This is the type of fire that keeps God’s people warm. Be a builder of such fires. There is power beneath the hidden shadows.

Eye Of The Storm

Every man must face his eye of the storm and live to tell, all glory to God.
— God Rocks My Soul

Eye Of The Storm

My journey begins...

I am God Rocks My Soul.

My alarm goes off at 5:30 every morning and I habitually hit the snooze. This begins now, I continue to say to myself every morning, but still I struggle! The eye of the storm is coming. No one can see it, just me and my God. I must wake up with a since of urgency, sending shock waves within the spirit world every time my foot touches the ground, shaking the earth to its core. I’m a man of war.

For centuries there have been whispers of such storms. Thousands have died, unable to handle or embrace such power. It has brought the strongest of men to there knees. If it were up to me, I would vow never come face to face with it, never! but it’s a choice I must take. I’m a son of God. I’m a man of war.

So, what is the eye of the storm? The eye of the storm is the focal point in ones soul, that if walked through, and defeated. One can become all God has called him to be, joining the ranks of the many Kings of God.

Today is my declaration of such duty.

Dear Father,

I know it appears to the word that I’m just an ordinary man, but if one could look within the spirit realm, one would see, that I am etched in armor from head to toe.

I am made for spiritual warfare. I am made for such a time as this.

Every man must face the eye of the storm and live to tell, all glory to God.


Prayer is the beginning of such wisdom. One must spend time with God to gain the strength needed to defeat the eye of the storm. Writing is my strength. My sword. I wonder what such a storm looks like? What it feels like? I know there were many times in my life that I’ve brushed up against one and it nearly cost me my life, only to be in the loving hands of the Father. His promises have stood the test of time. If one wishes to battle the eye of the storm, he will be with you. All you have to do is ask.

Father, I am ready! Please take me to the window of my soul. The eye of the storm.

God Rocks My Soul

The life of a writer is a hard endeavor, its hardly about the writing itself that stops you, but the battle that rages within ones soul. I am enough. I am a writer. It is done.
— God Rocks My Soul

God Rocks My Soul

God Rocks My Soul is a state of being.

It’s who I am. I was born for God’s will. I was born to be God Rocks My Soul. I was designed by Him for this unique purpose. I am a creator.

God Rocks My Soul is a state of power.

He leads me into all things creative. The way I should live. My life is an exceptional experience. The very essence that I’m alive and chosen by God to create the extraordinary. I am all powerful beyond measure.

God Rocks My Soul is a state of knowing.

I know who I am. I know who’s I am. I do not live in fear.

I am. God Rocks My Soul.

Having the weight of purpose on my life brings a tremendous strength and weakness at the same time. I am flesh, who longs to live by the spirit. The days of horses and chariots, used by the soldiers of God, are long gone. How can you tell who is a soldier or not? Action. The fight remains.

I am a man of war. Here is my story.

Man Of War

Man Of War

I walk through the vast chambers of my kingdom. Its 2:30 in the morning. The night air is still and without blemish. I await orders. The dim light glows off the frames of my family. The family I’ve sworn to protect and uphold. I grip my sword tightly. Not today satan! I whisper, as to not awake the household.  

This is what it looks like in modern day spiritual warfare. 

My chariot, replaced by a Lincoln SUV. My kingdom, a typical home in a suburban neighborhood in Frisco, Tx. My land, small in size, but it’s my territory in which my kingdom lies. My armor, replaced by sport coats and designer clothing. My shield is my laptop bag. My weapon, an Apple aluminum computer.  

I’m a modern day warrior. Exodus 15:3: Jesus is a warrior. 

I am a man of war. 

I fight for truth and honor. I fight principalities and strongholds. I fight for division amongst nations. 

I fight for freedom and justice. I’ve vowed to protect my family against all attacks of the enemy. I fight for the sanctuary of my marriage. I fight for my kids. I fight, and I fight, all attacks from the enemy. 

I am a man of war. 

I’m a king in the spirit realm.

In the flesh, My name is Christopher. I’m a carrier of Christ our Lord. He named me, shaped me, since the beginning of time. Millions of God’s soldiers are awaiting orders, unable to see themselves in this modern time as true soldiers, like the Joshua’s and Solomon’s of their time.

My duty, is to equipped His soldiers with new eyes and perspective.

These are my orders for God Rocks My Soul.