The Clash

In response to the solemn assembly called this month in Texas by Rick Perry, Governor of Texas.



I saw freedom fighters without guns.
The swords of their mouths destroying self.
Faces deadpan.
Warriors bearing the mark of Christ.
They came first on their knees, pleading to the Judge to suspend all unrighteous deeds that vex the spirit and wound the soul.

He stayed.
They rent their hearts.
He waits.
They rend their souls.

Oh God is all that is like You soon to be lost?!!
A dark tempest rises.
A storm of impenetrable darkness.
He shines.

They say we have freedom to determine how to live.
Fatherless children...
...look what they do.

The Star-gazers left their Bibles at home.
Carried in the Spirit to a war they could almost understand.
Give us eyes to see.
They roared and praised the One, the only Son and Father.

At last. At last He came like a flood of lit waters.
And everywhere His glory was seen.
In those like Him and those seeking.
I saw the final sweep to victory came suddenly.

Creation sighs -- eternity.

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)