Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Of Christendom

the ever absent freedom to choose
the right to be wrong is what we lose

when we will seek God praying, ever
when we we will love God wholly, never

...but He loves us.

Paradise Needs Hell

Solid fire
Pillars in I and you
Then the conclusion that permanence is an illusion
Just like solidity

And if it's false
Then He can touch
And He can heal
And we can fly and be moved

When you're walking on plains of existence
on Solid fire
and all above is liquid earth

Frightening isn't it?
To be a creator.
Every absent sound
You were dreaming up.

Every lacking detail, you held in your mind.
You made paradise to love me.
Paradise needs hell.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


when I'm looking for a shield, praise
waiting to be healed, praise
searching, truth concealed, praise

when I'm in an open field, praise
freezing, blood congealed, praise
fainting, test revealed, praise

Then suddenly answers hit my soul like lightning
As I surrender the cause, lift my eyes, stop fighting

when everything's alright, praise
laughing, heart is light, praise
all answers in sight, praise

when succeeding knows no height, praise
feasting in delight, praise
resting, life so bright, praise

Man this was a time to unreason reason,
and this is a song for every call and every season,
When you're praising and praying to a God like Jehovah
You need to stop chasing time and see reality is over.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Cover Me with Your Love - a song

Cover me, cover me with your love,
shelter me from above,
Cover me.

Cover me, shield me from evil thoughts,
mourning all that was lost,
Cover me.

Chorus: Wherever it ends. Wherever it ends.
May our hearts be closer to God.
Wherever it ends. Wherever it ends.
May our lives bring glory to God.

Cover me, deliver me from myself',
trusting something else,
Cover me.

Cover me, lead me into your rest,
carry me through the test,
Cover me.

Chorus: Wherever it ends. Wherever it ends.
May our hearts be closer to God.
Wherever it ends. Wherever it ends.
May our lives bring glory to God.

We're not fighting anymore.
Just don't leave us to endure.
All the mess we've made alone...

Cover me, cover me with your love,
marry earth and above,
Cover me.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Waiting to be Heard

There was a sound, a war cry about to go out--
one that all the people were gathered around with icy fingers to hear.
The promise of a life, and full suit,
The bits and pieces had been arranged.
And whispers year by year, the name...
of the one they feared.

Locked out;
And the walls are too high!
Who will let us in...
Driven out;
and our clothes too thin--
the base too deep,
the times too hard.

And they're waiting.
They're waiting within.
With warm feet, chords...and winning.
'Till He steps in.

This cry was waiting to be heard--
existed before fight and word.
And here with blistered fingers, tired feet and moans,
We've begun to turn and topple stones.
Crazy, hungry eyes, determined.
Every battlement is learning He is the Lord.

(Based on Isaiah 42: 13)
Jehovah as a mighty one goeth forth. As a man of war He stirreth up zeal, He crieth, yea, He shrieketh, Against His enemies He showeth Himself mighty. (Youngs Literal Translation)

Saturday, September 5, 2009

A Poem at Breakfast

Forever, never--you had both poles of my soul
Love like a guinea pig, cute at first,
but then such a chore.

Funny. This is how I'm remembering you,
After you were that inquisitive smile on my face
for so long.

People never know why I didn't need new clothes,
Starbucks, or executive pay to feel special.
Guess you too never knew, until I said
I was in love with you.

Too bad that was the day I also said goodbye;
I'll wear your memory like a yellow ribbon;
you'll wear mine like a tie.

The illusion of sophistication always made you look good;
too bad I had to be knotted up and twisted awkwardly
to realize it was for show.

Maybe 30 todays from now you'll have a new tie--no commitment-
which one looks better, which one suits my mood,
which one makes me feel more secure,
which ones do my friends like, which one thinks they're my only