Two lines are carried up the hill
Your Father tells you it's his will
to struggle with the wooden "x"
Spit, rocks, and taunts are filled with hex.
The prophets' words are now fulfilled
Two lines are carried up the hill
Nails pierce your feet and hands
Your home is not on sea or land
In clouds you sit and will await
the day you come to cast the fate
two lines are carried up the hill
the books are old, but followed still
We know "why" you have summoned us
to live with hearts and faith and trust
Love pure like water that's distilled
Two lines are carried up the hill.
7/22/09
Oppression Sweater
Pulling woolen sweater over
Shielding my body; this cover
From Chinese factory I see
The pangs of guilt engulfing me
Do they love or hate the owner
Pulling woolen sweater over
Sweat trickles down, giving a kiss
on foreheads as they choke stale air
Inspecting stitches that they miss
Workers need money; they persist
Pulling woolen sweater over
Impatiently bosses they hover
Pricking fingers; crimson, red blood
Begins to trickle then to flood
Bigger than the Delaware's Dover
Pulling woolen sweater over.
*Note: After several discussions about modern-day slavery over the course of a year or so with my pastor, it dawned on me that most of the clothes I own come from countries involved in the hiring of child slaves. This had a huge impact on me, and shook me to my very core.
Shielding my body; this cover
From Chinese factory I see
The pangs of guilt engulfing me
Do they love or hate the owner
Pulling woolen sweater over
Sweat trickles down, giving a kiss
on foreheads as they choke stale air
Inspecting stitches that they miss
Workers need money; they persist
Pulling woolen sweater over
Impatiently bosses they hover
Pricking fingers; crimson, red blood
Begins to trickle then to flood
Bigger than the Delaware's Dover
Pulling woolen sweater over.
*Note: After several discussions about modern-day slavery over the course of a year or so with my pastor, it dawned on me that most of the clothes I own come from countries involved in the hiring of child slaves. This had a huge impact on me, and shook me to my very core.
7/21/09
God's House
Bright, peaceful meadows linger
Glancing beyond the serene, peaceful calm
witnessing the tortured, bruised, and broken
faces of mother's and daughter's coerced
Sold into UNgodly perversion;
acts of sexually glutenous world
The Creator Extends his welcome; radically life-changing
Life-giving
Christ brings us all to honor
His Love is unconditional
War, poverty, and famine
Knocking on the door of our hearts
We have refused to answer
Bound and enslaved by wicked oppression
Comfortable beds and a place to rest our heads
Guilt pours over us, and washes our souls
with fallen ashes of transgressions
We bathe in the white glow of forgiveness
As we remember those who deserve a voice
Glancing beyond the serene, peaceful calm
witnessing the tortured, bruised, and broken
faces of mother's and daughter's coerced
Sold into UNgodly perversion;
acts of sexually glutenous world
The Creator Extends his welcome; radically life-changing
Life-giving
Christ brings us all to honor
His Love is unconditional
War, poverty, and famine
Knocking on the door of our hearts
We have refused to answer
Bound and enslaved by wicked oppression
Comfortable beds and a place to rest our heads
Guilt pours over us, and washes our souls
with fallen ashes of transgressions
We bathe in the white glow of forgiveness
As we remember those who deserve a voice
5/21/09
Easter Service
White lilies wafting
Perfume,
Filling the air
Sweetly
While loving hearts
Freely
Profess His name.
Perfume,
Filling the air
Sweetly
While loving hearts
Freely
Profess His name.
5/23/08
Peaceful River
Upon the banks of a peaceful river,
submerged in the purifying waters as each and everyone is
baptized in the name of the Holy Ghost.
Tranquility of the babbling brook overflowing
Doves descend upon everyone who takes the plunge to follow
The saving waters that have cleansed the souls of men
Forever indebted to the Creator
The beginning, middle and end of what was, is and soon to come
An eternal sacrifice that followers must endure
The power of the Spirit that is within each person’s grasp
We cling to the Heavenly essence beyond the white moon and
twinkling stars, which measure innumerable in the clear night sky
Walking in the footsteps of the Messiah
We walk in the path of righteousness
Holding steadfast to the promise that
The Christ, the Almighty Savior, was sent here to protect His people.
His return to the Earth is imminent
He has walked among the living, and will soon raise the dead
To the Peaceable Kingdom.
The River overflows abundantly
With grace, majesty beauty divinely inspired
It flows in perfect harmony
It does not cease for anyone or anything
As one by one we take our crossand diligently trust in Him
To guide us all with his mighty compass
From East to West and from North to South
The River flows inside all of the those who abide
In the ever patient love that surpasses
All earthly understanding
We are all born in a life renewed through Him
Like newborn babes in our basinet
A gentle hand rocks our cradle
As the peaceful river of life everlasting, lulls us all to sleep!
submerged in the purifying waters as each and everyone is
baptized in the name of the Holy Ghost.
Tranquility of the babbling brook overflowing
Doves descend upon everyone who takes the plunge to follow
The saving waters that have cleansed the souls of men
Forever indebted to the Creator
The beginning, middle and end of what was, is and soon to come
An eternal sacrifice that followers must endure
The power of the Spirit that is within each person’s grasp
We cling to the Heavenly essence beyond the white moon and
twinkling stars, which measure innumerable in the clear night sky
Walking in the footsteps of the Messiah
We walk in the path of righteousness
Holding steadfast to the promise that
The Christ, the Almighty Savior, was sent here to protect His people.
His return to the Earth is imminent
He has walked among the living, and will soon raise the dead
To the Peaceable Kingdom.
The River overflows abundantly
With grace, majesty beauty divinely inspired
It flows in perfect harmony
It does not cease for anyone or anything
As one by one we take our crossand diligently trust in Him
To guide us all with his mighty compass
From East to West and from North to South
The River flows inside all of the those who abide
In the ever patient love that surpasses
All earthly understanding
We are all born in a life renewed through Him
Like newborn babes in our basinet
A gentle hand rocks our cradle
As the peaceful river of life everlasting, lulls us all to sleep!
4/12/08
'61' (Under the bridge
I see the desolate stares of the poor huddled masses.
Clothes piled in a corner, a woman stirs as each person passes.
The putrid smell of weed and urine fills the air, I choke on the smell.
I search my soul and my heart cries out to those that live in this Hell --
An abyss where people go to get away from the harsh realities of this world.
The grief I feel for those who lay upon the ground, with sleeping bags unfurled.
I listen in earnest to stories of suffering and pain that seem to fill this place.
I see the lines and creases upon the brow of a woman with haggard face.
*The Lord has brought the good news forth to those poor, broken spirits.
Isaiah, humble prophet, summoned to preach to all who'd hear it.
Sweet Jesus, send fourth your love and mercy to those under the bridge
and Lord I pray that the words I write will summon faith and courage,
to those who attempt to turn blind eye to these poor souls in need.
America, cover not your ears to the poor, and my words I beg you take heed.
Clothes piled in a corner, a woman stirs as each person passes.
The putrid smell of weed and urine fills the air, I choke on the smell.
I search my soul and my heart cries out to those that live in this Hell --
An abyss where people go to get away from the harsh realities of this world.
The grief I feel for those who lay upon the ground, with sleeping bags unfurled.
I listen in earnest to stories of suffering and pain that seem to fill this place.
I see the lines and creases upon the brow of a woman with haggard face.
*The Lord has brought the good news forth to those poor, broken spirits.
Isaiah, humble prophet, summoned to preach to all who'd hear it.
Sweet Jesus, send fourth your love and mercy to those under the bridge
and Lord I pray that the words I write will summon faith and courage,
to those who attempt to turn blind eye to these poor souls in need.
America, cover not your ears to the poor, and my words I beg you take heed.
*Isaiah 61:1*-
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me,
for the Lord has anointed me
to bring good news to the poor.
He has sent me to comfort the brokenhearted
and to proclaim that captives will be released
and prisoners will be freed. (NLT)
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