Chasin Lighting

Chasin’ Lighting – In Honor of the CUA Crew! Several rickety rides held together with the faith of the ages, Sages some might say, turnin’ pages of things old and things new, The chosen few, riding with the storm, Lighting flashing on all sides, Switchin’ gears from fears of repeating histories to mysteries of new days dawning, Spawning day dreams of elastic electricity, serendipity, As Barack ascends, Inspiring men, They fight the darkness of hail ridden windshields, Toggling between the unknown and highbeams of luminescent knowledge, Chasing a faith strong enough to free the fatherless and set the captives free, Wrestling not against flesh and blood, But wide turns of satanic deception, With weapons of light like mad max before them, They wage war on the dark roads of Memphis, searching like alley cats like Thunder Cats, For stitches of acts like koinonia, Chasing a faith in persistent praya’ for a different tomorrow. Sorrows fading beneath the commitment to serve a God beyond the schizophrenic nightmare of human imagination, Sorrows fading beneath the elation of love and mercy eternal, On their way to Oklahoma City, Fighting for that Jerusalem which will stand forever, Caught in the obsession of one singular endeavor, To redeem the minds of our time, and see a renaissance explode out of the womb of suffering, 7, several, 70 times 7 rides, held together with the faith of the ages, Chasing the courage of Baptists, Chasing the justice of quakers, Chasing the wisdom of Episcopalians, Chasing the unity of Catholics, Chasing the power of charismatics, Chasing the stillness of the upper room, Chasing pentacostal fire, Chasing a fire strong enough to speak in the language of doubting atheists, To speak in the language of agnostic scholars, To speak in the shalom of the Torah, To speak in the illumination of the Bagadav Gita, Convincing Hindus of the ultimate avatar, The Bodhisattva the Christ, Converting crack heads into prophets of a blessed age, They rage against disbelief and catch hold the rhythm of heavenly praise, That all will be saved, Several rickety rides, like Battlestar Gallactica, a rag tag assembly of apostles, Chasing the end of paranoid hatred and the daydream of life eternal, Several rickety rides, Chasin' lighting