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All Yours

I.

Gray dusk, chaos, grave loss.
All yours before divine blood came
Walking amongst the rot, rumors and tumors of the wild and tame
In quest to satisfy their wame
To take them from valleys to peaks by a flesh littered cross
That salt who cursed fruitless trees
And revealed sepulchers filled with dead men's bones
All beneath heaven's thrones
He gave his words to troubled seas that their winds should preach his peace
And his blessings are all yours indeed to keep


II.

There's a place in time
There we'll find the chief cornerstone a worthy sacrifice
There we'll kneel and bow, never to behold his eyes
We'll cry glory, glory to three grand kinds
Elohim, our love is all yours
And we pledged against the falls
Never to go back the way of the sinful and slug
In search of victories that be all yours
In search of answers from one great source


III.

I am of he who made the years
I am of he who hung up on the cross for my sake and cursed my fears
His head bore a crown of thorns, laden with cares
But he still arose a king crowned with roses and stars that never die
So I fall on my face in his courts and there offer through grace
Sincere praises from my spirit, a living sacrifice
In his kingdom, you'll find a tree with twelve different fruits
You'll find his many doves that eat from his hands
You'll find his worshippers empowered
Unraveling mysteries, dwelling in his secret place, enshrouded by his shadow
Frowning at the things unsaved men do first become
Just to end up at square one, unholy and loathsome


IV.

When men, like deer, drink water from his streams
When we dream and walk in other worlds
What do we make of the unending clips of life?
With all her coffers full of gold and her mines full of treasures
What do we make of all her knowledge unsearchable?
What becomes of things even we can not decipher?
How do we enter the gates our fleshes can not go through?
If all of life and these worlds were yours
What would you do that would be better than the source?

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Enemy of Good Fate

I climbed the peak and you pulled me down
You could have helped me stay rooted but instead you frowned
Frowned at my success, frowned at my pace, frowned at my place
You wished I had drowned
And so, you pulled me down
Down into waters I couldn't swim,
I was trapped behind error's door
Drowning through freezing cold, unfriended bodies as I sunk
You prayed I would
Let go off the ropes, see the light
I saw it shine, felt it's warmth embrace my skin
That light was my saving grace, it still is
The reason hell dreads me and God's waters rebirth me
I was revived in his presence, bought by his blood
Brought to your consciousness, unbowed from the dead
Dead in Christ, yet you yanked and yelled
Yelled and kicked
Kicked for the same air you wish to breathe
You tried to push me off the ledge
The same ledge you wish you stood
You couldn't keep me bound in your darkness
Chained by your ignorance and callousness
A great evil I could have never known resided in you
You fed it your fears, fed it your guts
You fed it your pride, envy and lust
You fed it your will, veering off the trinity's course hoping you fed me to my pains
My soul being, your favorite delicacy - you portentous cynic
Men's cries of torment are your favorite music
You tried to cripple me before I could take my first steps
You tried to cut off my wings
You tried because you couldn't stand to see me fly
You're the capricious devil in my life, the thief of my time
You call yourself an angel, trying to be like the maker
But you're just a fallen imposter determined to see my end
Shaitan!
You're my enemy of good fate

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Eternal Sacrifice

I.

I had the son for a sacrifice
Proffered in faith and joined to love
My covenant with him is eternal, sealed by his blood
And his fire consumes what he pleases
Though the waters be deep as the abyss,
they sink not his foundation
Though death be black as night
It dims not his light
For he is eternal
The chief high priest and king of life
The first born from the dead
He was my sacrifice


II.

I am a sacrifice
Laid by the cornerstone
Drenched in blood that atones
I know the way to the father of all spirits
I have the sought revival
And if men thirst, there's a fount I can show
One with great fire in his bones who had gone below
To the very end of the end, even hell
Setting bond men free from sin's cell
He's a liberator, the very resurrection
All roads lead toward him, crooked and straight
From him, there's no escape
For he is the gate and the keeper, 
A molder, holder of the keys of life and death
He is a helper, your answer to fervent prayers
Your salvation to be treasured above shine and acres


III.

I know the portal through which all stars must come and go
It dwells on that old path where all sojourners must pass
It's pull none can resist and it's call none can ignore
I know a fountain set out on rocky hills, ever lasting
Moated by a scented garden valley of olive groves
He cries your tears and pleads your causes
He dies your deaths and wins your wars
He bears your crosses and whips as the truth
He is a sacrifice


IV.

His luscious fruit trees are like pearls colored as the rainbow
Exceedingly blessed by his heavens at high noon when they weep buckets
Gracing the realms their sterling roots possess
And though few leaves be fated to fall like giants caught in quick sand
In grief and bloodshed, laid on their backs
He stays eternal, engraved with his seals as creator
He is who he is, whatever he pleases and I tell you
He is eternal, a king forever
The way, the truth and the life
He is a sacrifice


V.

Knowing man's thoughts and conversations
He hid secrets, kept them away from the sons of earthen nations
Entombed where only his visions can take vessels he chooses to honor
His sheep are soaked in glad oil
And their cups overflow with blessings
Their joy shall never cease for so long as he is eternal
Their feet are guided by his light
Away from vanity's dangers,
Their hearts will he sustain by the wealth of his life
Fall for the spirit of his love, for he is our eternal sacrifice

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A Symposium

I.

Come my son, sit
Join this party in a remembrance feast
Take part in our holy communion
Come, take part in our joyful tears of merry union
Sit with us and speak as one mouthpiece of the spirit
And pray against the times of ill
For the sake of your days of youth not yet lived


II.

The strength of the farmer is the maker of the elements
And the soldier's companion is his sword
For you my child, your greatest gift is the fruit of the spirit
It is of the Vine of God
The light of his word will guide you away from evil
It'll bring you to wealth and bring wealth to your banks
Like precious metals in merchant ships
It'll bring you wisdom like the bloom of cedars
Your pleasures will be hard to number as the stars


III.

I challenge you to speak with God's spirit
And see whether his still small voice be as many waters
For with him, there's nothing impossible
See how he summons mighty thunderstorms
And see how he calls forth fire and smoke from the Earth's core
He is one with the power of all
By him are my generations blessed
They walk and possess wherever the soles of their feet shall tread


IV.

Come my son
Sit with the elders and learn
Learn of the stages and cycles, and even how to be a man
Learn of our moral codes and rites
To be carried by his spirit great warrior prince, yield to his plan
Learn to defeat the wiles of she all men should flee
Learn how to live, love and laugh
Hunt, grow, eat and drink, you must
Work harder than your peers, even till the dust


V.

Learn the mysteries of the lamb's shed blood poured out for us
And his flesh broken up on a cross
Learn of those who battle you, uneven friends
And though our lives become hardened
You must learn to ease it with Yahweh's love
Learn how to win without your might
Without chase, learn to give flight
Learn to dwell in the house of the Lord
And to esteem his shelter above all others

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Sunken Halo

I.

They burgeoned above my nostrils
With buds that obscured my visions
They walled my head with fences
Towered above my five senses
Distant from myself, things looked too low
Until I drew closer, I couldn't tell
Just how down I was
Just how far God's love had to come for us


II.

They soared above my perception
Shot beyond my wildest imagination
Exceeding stellar peaks
Like pilgrims on the way to the wailing wall
Tearing up at the dandelions and grains in lesser dawn
I thought, if I could give life to these flowers like the sun,
I wouldn't hold back my light for a second
Behind each ear of corn I'll send whispers
And whispers of the spirit's songs to heal my broken frond


III.

What shall be said when the Lord and his hosts cry?
Woe unto those for whom he draws his battle lines
Peace shall be far from the wicked
Where Jezebel vying, wills and grows horns 
There shall be her vanities to call down falsehood upon thorns
In the midst of the wolves shall be a lion and lambskin adorned
Adorned in truth to slay artifices
There shall be love's fire to receive our sacrifices
And by the words of a king, put Baal's children to sleep


IV.

So long as God's dome is heavenly
The best chalcedonies grace his twelve gates in majesty
So long as the seraphs do praise him
The four beasts continually bow in his presence, crying holy
So long as angels and elders forget stately thrones
And cast their crowns face down in white robes
Sunken halos shall break free from the hollow
With the righteous lifted, cast the dragon into the bottomless burrow

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A Vision On An Island

Nested like treasures priceless, eagle parents watch over the brood
On an island far away from the city, I beheld in a vision of azure blue
A rural settlement in waste laying, arid with black bile
A desolate, decaying riverine pride
Above sunken war canoes and ores only dead men mine
Tricked and deprived of life, 
Numb but not from the rum they had drunk while on Earth
Now with the blood drained from their faces and their skins ashen
I saw nearly all their sinews rot away in split seconds
And their peaceful joy was pillaged
Yet unerring, inert, and grave quiet
In abundance of wealth they stayed barren
Cold, and stalled
Never had I seen such looping stagnancy,
Their fire had no warmth or vigor
Never had I seen such perfection made otiose by life's rigor
I asked the meaning of the spirit who carried me and one vocalized
Your ancestors require light they cite
The blood of brothers and virgins recite
Tears that never dry until honor is given to their sacrifice
And their bones are brought up to rest through rites 
Shall there be feasting made to honor these who fought for heritage?
They knew not Christ
Gutty in the face of drowning deepness
With none to cheer them on with sweetness
If their lives become a graceful adage
Shall they also be examples to our young?
Shall their stories not be told around great bonfires?
Shall their odes not be sung at evenings?
As they dine with the gods by whom they're sired
Who shall reverse their unworthy demise?
Who shall carry them to sleep in the warmth of the land they sunk for? 
They who stood to hold the bows for their hearthstone
And suffered the ravaging of foes, even reptilian fate
Possessing virtues in excess yet killed like beings worthless
Dying with seeds unplanted, and many wrested
Their houses are like deserts, their fields are barren and corrupted
Their spirits are rejected for the paths they travelled
Who shall lift their curses of hell and squander?
Who shall reach them now?
Who shall heal their broken spirits in the world after?

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Angel of His Presence

I.

There's a phantom closing in with the tempest
There's an all seeing eye in the wind that knows best
There's a voice crying in the wilderness without rest
Repent! Repent! The kingdom of Truth is at hand
The knights of Zion are almost done with their quest
The raving dusk calls dawn and her dewy companions
They beseech the Lord of the light full years who paid the highest ransom


II.

Listen to the cornerstone speak
He holds back the blooms in seasons when he pleases
His words are lustrous and his voice is still
My heart will hold his secrets
Like the heavens hold the cluster of stars
When all their forces and courage in radiance they muster
Their tolerances and desires to utter
Deep-seated on high with the twenty and four elders


III.

Indulge me, Lord of the cross
The battles wouldn't engulf me though my life seems to hang on a toss
The storms I seek to quell will never overwhelm me
If I stay in the hollow of your hands, your spirit will protect me
If you let me down, I may end up with the lost you count
So please hold me now and let me drink from your fount


IV.

Your elements of time no other can device
Lord of the Earth, seas and fire
You hush winds and here in the midst of uncertainty we build what's certain,
Lo, I'm forever strong on your wings
Knowing you're the true Lord of the spirits
Your will for me is written
By the angel of your presence, it is fulfilled


V.

There are beholders with beauties, all yours
And windows blinded by superstitions hearts nurse
Dreaming on a journey that never seems to end
Only Jesus can hold us firm when that thief comes to rend
Blaming God knowing there's nothing without the maker
And he brings forth all put down by the undertaker
All cast in one image by the angel of his 
presence

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Little Oil and Five Stones

I.

I dreaded those days before they came
When I had to look at you laying down, weak as I stared at your frame
And many treasures that couldn't make you stand up
Glory is nothing to those gone, packed up
And I prayed you would make heaven upon your return
Thought nothing about the weight if I had to carry your bones to the promised land
Having no power to call you back as I listened to life's crude tones on command
I'll bring you back in grand style if God willed it so
Though all I've got is a little oil and five stones


II.

I'm not that king of ages
I'm not that old widow miraculously made rich
I depend on God like they did
A light reborn without doubts and dismay
I carry my cross, following Jesus
Without any more dallying, I win every course
Running to win against hoarse waves
I'm neither the wisest nor the best
Neither the bravest nor the greatest
I have nothing else to give but all it takes
No other show of faith and grace but my little oil and five stones


III.

I have a hope and a song for my times of trouble
I have a shoulder and a gong for my times of pain
I'm not that king of ages
I'm not that old widow with gained heritages
I'm not better than they all 
But in the midst of dirges and storms of tears
My little oil will overflow
And by one from my stones, these giants are overthrown
I'll be made whole, transformed in God's tomorrow
Separated from tares the evils have sown
I'll be counted amongst the holy seeds, a godly breed
Bald as a rock with the Spirit of the ancient Word
And I'll still relish the peace bought by a blood stained sword

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In Love With Freedom

I.

Seeds for the Earth, bread for the early
Vines for the fields, their fruits for the ones ready to perish
Gates for freedom, walls for a cover
Portals unclosed at king's pass
They bring us the way forward
As ashes of totem gods we renounced
Cladding ourselves in God's armor, we peacefully march
On our way home to the source, in love with his freedom


II.

New worlds reborn with no order
No laws, no form, no potter
No rules, no religions
Is this our sketch of freedom?
Moorish dooms rehearse themselves
No locks, no doors to keep out the legions of wars
Is this our portrait of freedom?
Knives for claws, guns for unbridled tongues that scourge
They speak abominably, they slander, they frame the innocent
Their only meditation is grave sin and gloom
Who could ever be in love with such a vignette?
How could this ever be the true picture of freedom?


III.

No water, no blood, no sun
No life, no spirit, no vessels to run
No fire, no drive, no light
No healing, no beauty, no revival
No joy, no glory, no memories
No battles for overcomes that crown us victors
No knowledge, no truth, no testimonies
No source, no men, no cherubs
No love, no energy, no miracles
No way, no signal, no time
No, how could this ever be freedom?

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Stricken Flags

I.

Wave the white flags
Hold on!
Wave them not until we strike the tents of the arch opponent
Bent crooked like hell to cave in the rights of pent up souls, rent
Who can fix them but one heaven sent?
Blessed and crucified, dead and resurrected
And all to fulfill the will of the father of light;
That all men should repent


II.

Sleeping temples dreaming of oblivion
You're never too tender to pull down altars
Never too dead to be raised
Shut the mouth of hell at night and keep the devils abased
Hold them off until dawn,
When it's Michael wrestling with Persian princes drawn
By stricken flags, they'll lie in wait and hope in deception
They'll dance in vain as long as your prayers go on


III.

Let us brave the rush hours
In stout frames
Climb through to the mountain tops where love's stricken flags still tower
Let us project Christ, the prince of peace
Onto crushed hopes and prisoners of chaotic desires
All bane and sired by evil, destined for wild fire
Let us spread out in our numbers and walk by faith
We'll never get burned so long as we remain one with the spirit


IV.

Watered through a month of Sundays
I cannot help but bless he that brought me the glaze 
Even for eternity, I'd pray for him to stay
Salvage the moments when I watch the lavenders in freshness
And receive what the Word says in graced tunes
While the canary melodies rhyme with her flutters of colored jewels
Each flapping note softening tones
until she sleeps well
I'll mine eternal treasures to be stored up in Zion
Sell the chords fashioned by your hearts behind flags
All stricken by the hands of bond men with no tags