Morning chapel
padre preaching
all new to me
came here for a natter
see what’s there to see
every hell has its angels
he don’t know ‘bout angels
how they fight
thrills of a motor bike
chariots o’fire
if he say he do, s’not true,
he aint read the manual
don’t know what a spanner’s for
he just know we threw it in
an’ it don’t work
I’d run out o’ booze
drunk as a lord
awake till morn
got no comfort
I ain’t weak
disinherited me
had nothin’ to give
always empty
it ain’t right
raised hungry an’ thirsty
plenty o’ scrapes
showed no mercy
weak for a tart
love n’ leave
that ain’t odd
yeah, was picked on
fight for me rights
they be-me-attitudes
an’ I’ll not change
bless ‘em they try
‘n they try
I’ll never change
if heaven is gained
through suffrin’
I’m in
man-ah never found
streets paved with bread
much less with gold
I looked for trouble
‘n found it
there ain’t no justice
tain’t no miracle
that’s why I’m here
tain’t no miracle
His light, falls gently
Erasing the melancholy
The summer’s grief
Restless praises, stirred
By the music of a grace
Beyond the heavens,
Where love can amaze….
Sweet notes of praise,
On lips of leaf and life
When starlight trembles
Keeping away this strife…
Autumn’s brisk light
Falls across the night
Where melancholy
Whispers to a moon so bright,
Streams of tear like dewdrops
Rest on the soul who knows
Whatever comes in this life
God above will exalt…
Every heart who remembers
He is One who knows me best
And, with Him, life is forever blessed!
Stalker
Revelation 21:4
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”
King James Version (KJV)
The scary thing, the scariest thing
Is it hell? Could be hell
For me, the thought of leaving this earth
Without Him…
To escort me from earth, to everlasting
To usher me from death, to life eternal
To shepherd me, from darkness to light
The scary thing, the scariest thing
Is the hell that is hotter than a fire
The hell where God’s love is never
A place where God’s light can’t fill up the shadows
Hell is a place where a soul will never know
The sweetness of peace that is death’s great relief
The blessing of a light that shines, forever bright
The beauty of heaven, where He is wiping away tears
Heaven, where He is there to reveal
Heartfelt joy, everlasting wonder
Melodies so rich, like honey, sweeter
Sweeter than the moment of birth
So that death, the dreaded stalker
Fades into the Presence who is eternal,
Full of love, His Son will comfort the soul supernal
As a violin cries, my voice soars
And as I move towards The Lord
With my chords and my cords
Singing of the heavenly rewards
(We are God’s instruments)
It is He Who invents
And uses us as His instruments
He produces with musical implements
Every instrument that repents
For The Holy Spirit (you see)
I am a wind wood who breathes
And gives up each breath
As the symphony will progress
So play on piano (ebony, ivory and hoary)
God has given us gifts for His glory
And God is instrumental in our salvation
(As He was also in His creation)
As the stars sang and in each angel’s refrain
Listening for the trumpet blast at the end of days
And we sing of (God, as He descends from above)
Jesus: The Way, Truth, and Life, The Ancient of Days
To all those fence riders
To all the Gospel chiders
Aspire to the Spire
To all those who besmirch
To all within Satan’s lurch
Aspire to the Spire
To all those fake fossil fans
To all those who don’t give a damn
Aspire to the Spire
To all those in quagmire
To all with a spurious ire
Aspire to the Spire
To those who have not been hopin’
To those headed for the gate wide open
Aspire to the Spire
To those first reading The Word
Don’t let your mind call it absurd
Aspire to the Spire
To all interests that (by The Holy Ghost) have been piqued
To all: take heed don’t let your seed become weed
Aspire to the Spire
To all who fall on the rocky, thorny or along the well beaten path
To all who act a fool for the king of Gath
Aspire to the Spire
To the prisoners and their lives
To those not putting up a fight
Aspire to the Spire
Resolution:
Why the spire (if it is true)?
Because it is pointing us to
(Here’s a clue for all in the convocations)
To be in[spired] by The Desire of the nations
There is a poison that has ravaged man
ever since creation
This poison deceived Adam and Eve
The poison pushed Caleb to murder
his brother
This poison was traced in the family of
Israel
I believe you know the story
This same poison pushed Haman to plan
The mass execution of Jews in the days of
Queen Esther and Mordecai
Now coming to recent times
Hitler and his henchmen planned the
extermination
of Jews during the second World War.
This poison is deadlier than that of the
Adder and the Cobra
The poisonous ivy is hate, now check
yourself if you do not have it reserved
There is an antidote for every poison
The antidote for hate is love.
God,
I don’t always understand Your plan,
and sometimes I question where You are
when everything feels like it’s falling apart.
But You have seen every tear I’ve cried,
heard every prayer I couldn’t finish,
and stayed beside me
even when I couldn’t feel You there.
I’ve asked You, “Why me?”
when maybe I should have asked,
“Why not me, if You’re preparing me
for something greater?”
So tonight, I’ll trust You
with the pieces I can’t put back together.
I’ll trust You with the people I’ve lost,
the pain I still carry,
and the future I’m afraid to face.
God,
if I forget that You are near,
remind me.
If I lose hope,
hold me.
And if I ever feel like
I’m walking through the darkness alone,
let me remember
that even there,
You are walking beside me.
This is it,
In midst of chaos -primal
Greeny bloom woods,
Riseth the morning- alive
Is Sunshine a freedom?
Or a journey - lone
Wandering on paths - stray
Desires went abode
Yet on lane destiny- future
Memories meeked all momentum
Yearnings of purpose
Contradict the broughtup- slavery
Of genuine home- egypt
Where needs satiate,
Desires met slight,
Blurred every shades-plight
Stationed present edged
the motion independence
Weaved enough - aggravated
To find a sight - right
Now, ye discern
Of way sorjournees
Who sought only physical
Lapsed away from the head - eternal
Me - desperately denied
as them few - natural
Looking forth unto hills - zion
On direction fifth
With faith bodacious - in above
Walking cadence towards
works which setteth- beforehand
Not to prove, but to love
As a faithful bride
In the end.
Dare to dream, to believe
A believing heart isn’t naive
Source of hope, promise to relieve
Every fear, each tear will leave
Wiped away – please don’t grieve
So soon, in heaven we’ll perceive
They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
I want The Rock
Turn a phrase you say
But all I got to say to you is time and time again I say No!
No, no ,no
Tell me not pray
Well all I got to say to you when you tell me not to pray, I say No!
No, no, no
So if you ask me why I like the Truth, the Life, the Way
There is only one thing I can say to you:
I want The Rock
There’s a reason that
I get from nothing else and there is Someone else in the world that makes it so
So, so, so:
Turn God’s power up
I’ve waited for so long so I could quote my favorite verse, contextual, know
Know, know, know
When I read It I feel the Spirit shooting through me
And there’s nothing more God can do:
I want The Rock
Christ wept real tears
for us all, for you and me.
We have forgotten
the true meaning of prayer
and the joy that prayer brings.
With fustigation to amelioration
We are led by The Law to The Gospel
And in turn The Gospel demands we keep The Law
No epistle of straw, there’s room in the hostel
(Because God’s style to the world is hostile)
We are led by the Spirit
To learn to endear it
Endear what? Is a sinful recitation
Learning to serve others in convocation
(God calls us and overhauls us
Whether one by one and together)
How do we inherit eternal life?
By loving our neighbor as serving kin
Who is our neighbor?
The one without (as in not having and not within)
The fustigation of Jesus Christ
Begs our amelioration of a fustigated life
And if a cruciform life is led
There must be blood, sweat and tears shed in stead
(Or instead of the evil in tow as is led here below)
Life is hard, there’s no doubt about it
Jesus’ words touted and shouted from the Cross
But serendipitously (and graciously)
When we lose, we don’t count it as loss
Are you willing to look like a hypocrite to the world without?
Are you willing to look at the hypocrite within?
(As He lived and then hung betwixt two of us)
Jesus took on this struggle without committing a sin
Today I travel back (in my mind) to Deutschland
I long to meet my younger self and gently reprimand
To say: “get saved and epistemologically understand
Accept the Christ who kept the law, bore the wrath, the tree
Who died for sin and calls for soul and mind to reprieve
To walk repentant, cruciform, and truly free
I would intercede for him as Christ has done for me
And wonder what that earlier Grace might let me be
But better late than never, thanking The Trinity
"For I am not ashamed of the gospel...".
Bible, Roman's 1:16.,
TELL and teach the world about God's love
HEAVEN awaits those who believe
ETERNAL life is God's gift
GOD'S good news to the whole world
OPPORTUNITY is available to all
SPIRITUAL invasion of the heart
PENETRATING power to save people
EXTENDED expression of God's love
LOVE that is incomparable, unmerited
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