The Right Way

Jude 1:23 Save others by snatching them from the fire. To others, show mercy with fear, hating even the clothes stained by their sinful lives.

I think I know something of the human spirit
only those that have died twice can hear it
the beginning of the trumpet's call
for all those who've been standing close and far
those like me far enough
to feel the heat
the earth's spewing up
wake up with singed hair and feet

Then at some point you decide there's no doing
that won't lead to your ruin
as long as you're a truant
from the Truth

Waves and wells, waters in spells
all illusions
there's no light here
just a hungry night
no love
no purpose
no vision
praying for the next beat to end
of this chorus of wailing and then
I realize, this isn't a dream this is the afterlife
and hell has no exit.

I think I can write now

I think I can right now, but what about later...
I feel like I've been Obama slapped with all the closed doors
slammed shut
And it's funny, I thought I knew Your will
without asking

Give me my monthly bread, I don't want to have to wait on You everyday,
and You don't always speak
YahuShua - Jehoshua
What is your name!

Well...there at the Oasis, I hear You again.
Seems like I haven't been doing what I said I'd be doing.
Now, where is my guitar?
Where are my songs?
Where is my future?

Am I in business for myself,
while making notes about the Kingdom?

And these thoughts tormented me,
I was frozen, restless, watching the waking hours pass
and wondering how they went
so quickly.

Now, I know. Perhaps, one or two, the ones that make demons tremble
You told them to stiff arm me and push me back.
I meditate on the eternal, and scrounge for my fits | of | life
I hear this song.
I think I can write now.