Wait for the Lord, all you His people;
why do you hasten so?
Be like a wise farmer who tends to his crop,
or the birds of the air
who search for nourishment.
For what would be their profit?
If not the racing of their hearts,
bringing them to their end.
So trust in Him,
like the blind trusting their cane
to guide their steps.
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Lord, tears fall at night so silently;
people don't notice.
In the pitch-dark hours, no one can see
puffy, red faces in broken homes
or with broken lives,
where there is no peace.
They cry and cry till sunup,
and some fall asleep,
with no appetite to eat,
for their souls are hungry for peace.
They sing,
"Who really loves me?
Who can save me
from these thoughts that torment me?"
They all judge them, Lord—
their friends and family.
They have all turned
their backs on them.
But Lord, You see.
And You are faithful,
for You never sleep.
Show them Your never-ending love,
the power of a King clothed in majesty,
with a crown of thorns
and holes in His arms and feet.
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06-07-2022
My Lord
Why do I feel like You have abandoned
Me why do I feel like You don’t come aboard
When I ask to be pardoned
Do the sins I commit
Make You turn Your back
On me will I ever meet
The standard You set even when I lack
The ability to do so I pray I fast I sin
Just like anyone with flaws
Just like anyone who wants to win
You over and obey all Your laws
Without You my Lord You know there’s no life
And I can’t even for a sec a day survive
The Lord stood by me and strengthened me
this testimony all believers can truly know
in the most difficult and diverse situations
The Lord Jesus strikes our enemy with His blow
In you, His message might be proclaimed
so the Gentiles would surely gladly hear
that God seeks to save them from sin
drawing them to the saviour who's ever near
No matter the evil deeds against us
the Lord steps in to our rescue
such is our confidence in His love
this God will revive our lives anew
All of this is for one great purpose
to bring us into His heavenly kingdom
so His would be the glory alone
forever be this heavenly outcome
Through the silence, through the fears;
Quiet my heart, my mind make still,
Help me listen for Your will.
Like Samuel standing, waiting there,
Ready to hear Your voice in prayer,
When distractions fill my day,
Clear my heart and lead the way.
Create in me a heart made new,
A heart that seeks to follow You;
When You call, let me not flee—
Give me courage to faithfully be
Your willing servant, strong and true,
Ready, Lord, to follow You.
Teach me, Lord, to love and care,
To see Your image everywhere;
To serve with joy, to bless and give,
To shine Your light in how I live.
Let me not speak of love alone,
But make Your love through me be shown;
Let kindness guide the path I take,
Let every choice Your heart awake.
Though fear may rise and trials start,
Give me Samuel’s faithful heart;
Let my life proclaim Your goodness, too—
A living witness, Lord, for You.
So when You call, my answer be:
“Speak, Lord, Thy servant is listening—send me!
No star. No light. No candle burns.
The heart, once warm, is cold and still.
To rock, to lifeless stone it turns —
A tomb, shut fast, in night as chill.
And in that tomb, so cold, so bare,
Lies Love made flesh, and crucified.
No breath. No voice. No answer there.
The world stood dark the hour He died.
Then Joseph came, a secret friend,
And begged the Body, cold as clay;
He wrapped his Lord, and knelt to tend
The wounds, in grief and in dismay.
There Christ lay on the stone, alone
His journey through the world was done;
No warmth was left in flesh or bone;
The earth cried out beneath the sun.
No grief had ever pierced so sore,
No heart had ever bowed its head —
The dark that day was dark far more
Than any dark before the dead.
Yet lower still His spirit came,
Down to the deep, where dead men lay,
And broke the bonds of ancient shame
That held our father, bound for aye.
Far in the east, a light was born —
Not warm, not gold, but cold and thin;
No man yet knew, that fearful morn,
If Life could ever wake within.
I sought, in silence, solace and peace,
by which, my dank soul cried 'release'.
From pent up ridicule, guilt and shame,
long nights of torment, I wept Christ's Name.
I wept Christ, as lies pierced my mind,
my sombre spirit poised to - walk the line.
Instead I battled through decades of pain,
led now, to step out, and enjoy the rain.
09.01.2026
('The perpetual black dog, has one but cure,
That is, Christ Jesus, for that I'm sure'. - prayers welcomed )
If I am to remain
In this land, within this breath,
Lord, grant me permission!
The right to smell the scent of flowers,
The right to look upon those green hills,
The right to win the heart of a fair maiden.
Intoxicated by the ale bestowed by God,
Proclaim that I am truly alive!
When I open my eyes, my voice carried upon the blue waves,
Give me the divine right
To behold the smile of a fair maiden!
If You, Lord, acknowledge and proclaim my land,
I shall become an eagle,
Freely dropping earthworms to the cats of the seventh generation,
And at times, I too shall swallow that prey.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ this unseen messenger
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ between me and her,
¦¦¦ brings love’s precious merchandise,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the dew of sighs,
And the ¦¦¦¦¦ gentle thoughts ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Too fragile for the lips to tell,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Who art thou, unseen messenger?
I think, O Angel of the Lord,
You make our hearts ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ sigh for love as deep as ours;
And seek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
An Eden where the soul may live,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
From thee, O Angel of the Lord.
(Blackout of The Weaver of Souls by George William Russell)
Look there; see Noah's arc is going down!
N Its looking like we're all gonna drown
So what was the problem? The hefty cause?
Iceberg breach? Captain overboard?
No I wish, Noah just had too many sons
And so now the ship weighs bleeping tons
You see: Noah had SO many sons
That the bad ones ate the good ones
To make room for the bad sons to fit
(Was some proper soylent green typa bleep)
It's too heavy now, the ship's going down
We're the bad guys n we're gonna drown
Come on, shovel the water out, on your side!
It's over now, but there's still time to bide.
Yeah I know it might be in vain
N it looks like water's coming in all the same
But trying never hurt nobody at all
We got nothing to lose, I mean really nothin at all
And either way, Jesus is coming n judging tonight
So... Best look like you're at least trying to fight
Every day it is a hundred and five
very little outside survives
This summer heat beats us down
grass dead, leaves brown
Not a whisper of rain in sight
heat fatigue even in the night
Stay inside pray the AC blows
constantly on, praying it won't explode
To hot to eat to hot to sleep
drinking water hydrated keep
Dogs kinda mossy than lie down
on the cool tile floor with em I'm found
Gentle rain drops soak deep in ground
than let it pour so lower temps cool us down
Give us a reprieve from this summer heat
Lord let it rain we will celebrate, praise and eat.
Longing for faith, my soul beneath the veil in grief did pine,
Till Thou didst teach that Grace alone bestows this gift divine.
Nor can repentance bear its fruit, nor contrite tears impart,
Except Thou cast perfect brokenness into the sinner's heart.
In showing me the true beginning of the way to Thee,
Thou humbledst Thyself unto hell's lowest deep;
The fearful gulf yawned wide beneath my wandering feet,
Yet Thou Thyself – the only Way – dost safely keep.
Thy Grace alone sustaineth whom the deeps would claim;
Thou stayest him that else were swallowed in despair.
Thou askest nought but tears in true repentance' name,
And mind made new by holy change and faithful prayer.
From Thee all things receive their life, their breath, their being;
Thou bringest forth from hell, corruption, passion's night;
Revealing purity no mortal thought can compass seeing,
And givest Living Water, lest the seeing soul should die.
May each inhale be Thy cold fire –
Ineffable, unseen, without beginning,
Unchanging, deathless, never to expire,
Intangible, yet all my being filling.
Save me, my Saviour, by Thy Grace alone,
Not by the deeds my sinful hands have done.
Thou willest me to save: Thou knowest well
The way to rescue me from death and hell.
Save me as Thou wilt, as Thou canst, as Thou knowest;
By Thy known paths, Thy saving mercy showest.
Upon Thee, O my Lord, I set my trust,
And to Thy holy will my spirit I adjust.
Do with me what Thou wilt; Thy will be done;
I seek no other refuge, save the Holy One.
If Thou wouldst see me in the Light—blest be Thy Name!
If Thou wouldst have me in the darkness—blest the same!
If Thou unfoldest mercy’s door to me,
’Tis good and blessing; if Thou shuttest it,
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, whose just decree
Hath closed that door, as Thou dost see it fit.
If Thou destroy me not with all my sin,
Glory to Thy mercy’s boundless store!
If Thou condemn me for my sin within,
Glory to Thy righteous judgment evermore!
But as Thou wilt, dispose my path below,
That I at last Thy full salvation know.
Lord, '
Frees souls, almighty cord,
Chord.
Ode to Jimmy Smith: Lord of the Hammond
Man, this cat be swingin' hard/
In a smoky room where midnight leans against the battered walls, a preacher’s fire, a river’s blues, a man called Jimmy calls/
His fingers flash like lightning’s tongue across the B-3’s face—from gospel pew to backroom jazz, He sanctifies the space/Bebop’s quicksilver dances here, bold horn lines now reborn, yet every note drips gospel truth, and blues for those forlorn.
The Sermon! —twenty minutes long, a prayer that shakes the floor, while Midnight Special hums and glows with secrets, warmth, and more/ At Chicken Shack, the groove is deep, each riff a soulful shout, and Organ Grinder Swing lays bare what Jimmy is about/
He took a humble organ’s voice, and taught it how to weep—howl joy, confess, and testify, and rock the bones beneath/
O Jimmy, lord of drawbar dreams, your legacy remains: A Hammond roaring through the night, still pulsing in our veins.
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