Pillars

This is a poem about Sophie and Jonathan, David and Diana, and Peter, dearly loved friends that I may not see again in this lifetime.

I'm longing for the Kingdom coming for all to ones to whom I've had to say good-bye
my heart aches daily for them
I try to shake some sense into this love
this bond of love lasting beyond the grave
still it lingers
so I remind myself that these eternal beings
will again receive me with joy
when we walk into eternity

And someone told me that I could replace them with new friends.
Not so, not so--
It's just that each is so different!
It's like donning a horse-hair toupée
just doesn't fit
all their likenessnesses
all their differences
are so distinct
and wonderfully suited for the times we meet

Am I wrong for wanting to keep, their God-likeness near?
I feel as if I am a brick in His house
and they are the pillars
with the semblance of amber or fine brass
that He gives to uphold many
and because they are strength to many
I cannot hold onto them selfishly
their beauty is in their position and intention
to stand beside and underneath



Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, [which is] new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and [I will write upon him] my new name. (Revelation 3:12)

A rant about higher education and consumerism

whenever you go after the forbidden fruit
Knowledge that exalts greater than the One
Who formed it

You know, you find it sometimes in school
or self-help books
transcendental meditation
We can't help ourselves, can we?
the hunger for knowledge to find--
We can't help ourselves:
He can,
the very One from who we demand
every point of the plan
so that He can't lead us

Stubborn sheep, wait, guess I mean goats
If we can't be the center
then there's little hope
for the completion of the plan
Hey, God! What about me?
Where's all those promises? And, I need to eat.

The wall's up
constructed of every injustice we ignore
in favor for 2 cups of Stabucks and CrispyKreme hole?
All the while, He searches for souls,
who can be trusted with true riches and what He knows.

She drifts to sleeplessness

While listening to the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Soundtrack

I wait in a meditative state for You oh Ancient of Days
away from Eden
to hear Your counsel for these final days
Your voice walks between consciousness
I hear You when I think I'm awake
and to remember your words is life to my bones
Your words endure beyond them

Psalm 46

This is a song I wrote inspired by current
events and Psalm 46

Why do you fear, you who hope in the Lord?
These are the signs of His coming.
Walls fall down of great cities.
Great towers fall of the heathen.

Though these mountains are cast in sea.
I know my present and future is thee.
When I rise to the wailing of hell.
I will run to the Fortress to dwell.

My God. You are with us. (Voice 2)

You move with indignation.
The kingdoms here are shaken.
Oh the desolation!
The men of war are quaking.
Hear how they plead for peace.
You promised judgement.

Be still and know
that I, am, God
I will be exalted! I will be exalted! (2xs)

Among the nations, in the earth
the King who's coming, the last, the first (2xs)

My God. You are with us. (Voice 2)

Burning for Love - a song

inspired by my brother meeting his fiance
...definitely not one of the nicest things I've written, and it's incomplete, but...

tattoos up her arms piercings in her face
she's searching for the one that no one can replace--
and he says she's beautiful

what lies had led her there, homeless unaware
she's always bringing on these random love affairs
and she says she's beautiful

sex on the ledge, sex on the edge
she tells you all her partners, you should have asked her legs
and they think she's beautiful

This world's not yours
nor your body
The time's not yours
it's unwinding
and when it ends
will you be friends
or somewhere burning

burning for love, burning for love

(added this verse after I recorded it, ha!)
he looked in her eyes, he never saw the time
just took her in to see, if sex was on her mind
and he thinks she's beautiful

This world's not yours
nor your body
The time's not yours
it's unwinding
and when it ends
will you be friends
or somewhere burning

burning for love, burning for love
burning for love, burning for love,
burning for love

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Sorry about the muttering. I didn't want my brother to hear me:)