Such misery In the mystery Gunmen shoot cops down Satan tears the Bride's gown Children missing but alive Forced to do things, to sexualize Inside His church Hands grope, evil searches Jesus is under no veil Victory is His sail Eternity is not available For those who run with evil His banner is lifted high … Continue reading Harmony
Forgiveness When left in our weakness, an abyss Such fear To admit wrong and come near Oh the pride inside Whispering lies About running the race a loner bonified "strong" never needing atonement Here's the thing Whatever song you choose to sing Your life, as is mine and all, is an issue Our Father in … Continue reading Forgiveness for All
Can you see yourself at the well? Out in plain sight at high noon Hurrying the task as someone may come soon Your life at home a shambles A man who rambles Expects you to cook and have sex But has no plans to marry you next A life of shame, the yoke around your … Continue reading Can You See Yourself at the Well?
The wind bit my nose I tightened my scarf, you know how this goes False protection against winter's abode A truck parked smack in the middle of the road Leaving us with no where to go Whirred, spurred, droned on A noise not a sound Repelling not drawing round Dissonance Reminiscent of sin Where faith … Continue reading When God is Distant, You Call
What can we learn from the rain? Pelting the ground Puddles deepening Gutters need sweeping What can we learn from the rain? Its pitting Hitting tough spots Even flooding What can we learn from the rain? Is it possible to drown in pain? Never letting go Guilt should be done and over What can we … Continue reading And the Rain Comes
Let His fire fall Embolden leaves At the tippy top of His trees His message Bow down to your knees And pray As it if it were your last day Your heart's condition Listening closely Eyes search for eternity Spears of regret Aimed and deflected Through your tears' admission You have the privilege Of knowing … Continue reading Forgiven
Happened again She fell asleep on the couch by 10 Awake to return To her bed Only to burn The early morning oil The kind that draws the bats Happily flapping Their way In the night bay The place they call home Where little distractions roam The moon shares its glow Whispering dream-dripped secrets to … Continue reading Jesus, Pull Me from My Past