Empty words won't move inside
The way love does.
To learn this disparity
Is to throw oneself open.
Then the true account begins...
Love took as an opened
That was set upon a table - enabled
To be articulated and conceived.
As hints of imprints
Seemed attached to your
Once sinking, we are recalled to surface.
In confessing, "I don't know why?"
There awaits a defining reply.
In stepping toward Love's Door.
We are finally found inside...
We reach The High and lofty One
Through Christ Jesus alone - 'God's own Son.'
Viewed that 'Tree' on bended knee
Secured our ticket for eternity!
Yes Jesus, we yearn to 'follow You.'
'Till our walk in faith is found true.
As we cross the Jordan river - yonder
To a reemerging trCrossing That River Jordonof life tree of life (I ponder?)
Our heritage awaits us - upon a tranquil shore
As a 'cloud of witnesses' cheers us on - at 'the door.'
When that angelic 'trumpet' blasts
He's returned for 'His Bride' - at last!
'No more tears', tares or snares
As all regathered - banquet prepared.
At last; loved one's - embraced !
With shadows of grief - forfeits all trace.
In 'one accord', with joyous praise
With upright hands - we will raise.
We sought, "this Jesus" - as the Bible portrays
As our Savior and Lord! - there's no
Smooth slabs - staged as ageless granite
Hover above trembling tree lines.
Stands firm regardless of exposure.
Exploits over - head, undaunted...
Scathed, fragmented spoils - regrouped to mourn.
Where fractured stones adjourn,
Voiceless as epochal forces moan.
Deemed hardened soldiers of valiant campaign
Commended by an unstately foreclosure.
Who's to utter - regressed in vain thought
When raging elements may rest as aught?
Summoned in season, at that triumphant regathering..
Of the well renowned "ROCK"!
Blind man grapples in the chill of darkness
To the Truth proceeding becomes his prey.
Searching… glimmer of Light emerges
Hands attached to an opened Book.
Resonating inscribed glory!
Flood light emerges - 'The Son' portrayed
Well conceived from Divine Seed.
God's radiance conveyed from a Son of Adam!
Arrayed with Majesty - latter known as "I Am He."
As a gathering of coal that glows to gratify
Truth annuls evils' icy glare when testified.
For now creation groans for an enlightened spring
To be vaulted unto those eternal arms of "The King.'
A Working Man's Blues
Alarmed to awaken
To a bed half taken
Shirked to be prompt at work
Wife and kids to support!
Drags comb onto once cropped dome
Endeavors not to scrape his face off
Barely takes heed of others presence
Is shackled to duties - in essence.
Once revived - slams car door
Groans to duty of his daily dirge
Of eat, work and off to sleep
And never mind liddle bo peep!
Now compelled to the essence of his job
Big picture awaits coffee fixture
Onto one duty of display
But "The man" has nothing to say.
Out to lunch he hears his peers drone
Of what "REALLY!" happened at home
Dreams of an idle retirement
Above all times and dimes ill spent.
Truly ticked off - punches out the clock
Spells the end - dinnerware around the bend!
Family pays homage with a customed nod
Questions - whose that stranger so odd?
Worn with fatigue
Remotely channels T.V.
And views the frightly, nightly news
To witness wars, famine and feuds.
Dozes off in his daily dread
Of another day - back to bed
Eat, slave and sleep
And never mind liddle bo peep!
As he mutters good night to family
And awaits another day of drudgery
Questions - what`s his life's calling?
Surely the sky is truly falling!
One weekend - lost and found in church
In riddles exposed his life quite clear
Gave ear to the preacher that sounded profound
And was confronted by his aimless fears.
Next morn' in the awakening dawn
Spelled the melody 'of "a new song."
And purposed to incite others to sing along.
Taken up to peak - new heights of delight!
No longer in bondage of slave, sleep and eat
As their was a new bounce to his feet.
Freely gified with with a new song to sing
'Cause he was now working for 'The King Of Kings!
The Defendant - "I petition you Lord this dim day - Pease take this habit away - no delay
."The Crown - "There are matters more pressing. Consider... I Am The Potter - you are the clay.
" The Defendant - "As You observe those tears that spout my fears; no one loves me - as far as I can see!"-
The Crown - "I forfeited my life as love offered - nailed to that tree"
The Defendant - "Alas! People view me as refuse - ready for the heap.
"The Crown - "Take heed! I didn't create refuse -" I am the 'Good Shepherd,' you are the sheep
"The Defendant - "But what if I'm not one of the flock?
"The Crown - "My Spirit called ample times but you did not take stock.
"The Defendant - "I've done so much harm to my fellow clan - I'm conceived as an arrogant madman!"
The Crown - "Then spin the compass within Span your recourse as planned-and you will portray the Son's ray.
The Defendant - "As death's trap door draws near - could you undo my deeds?"
The Crown - "Recall the thief on the Cross with me? - a contrite heart was his only need as I secured his step into eternity."
The Defendant - "The grim shadow of death stalks me! - as you see our tears and lengthen my ill-spent years?"
The Crown - "Is not life without end your fate that nears- sufficient to console your earthly fears and fortify those that mourn in tears?"
The Defendant - "With my last breath, I confess you as Lord and Savior and in remorse - repent of my wayward behavior."
The Crown - The judge finds you... "not guilty" - witnessed by the tree on Calvary. Son, your new life has just begun!
Hope In Hymn
Storms never last
Their upheaval cast
Upon devout pilgrims - stationed within
Hinging on that hope of a sacred hymn.
Forces of rage have no allegiance.
Reason prevails but for a season.
Does not discern upright from evil,
But ploys its torrential reign of upheaval.
Whether you ride the tempest at best
Or seek refuge as a welcomed guest,
Elements are called for the betterment.
Lent to try an innocent's intent.
After all in balm is goneOn bended knee - we regather
The puzzled debris.
To rid oneself of that ghost
Of which daunts within memories host.
As solace calms - morning lifts in.
Secured in our hope of one promised "HIM"
"To Learn War No More"
Relationships within rhythm - offense ignored.
Amidships sheltered harbors - in one accord.
Living in harmony - not discord.
Vessels reel in - barbed bait of targeted peace
Cannot truly be acquired - deployed in the line of fire.
Our blood bought freedom sheltered on lease.
Conceived kindred - steps on another's shoes!
Evil plants untold thoughts - that feed the feud.
The plot harrowed into drab lots - as if construed?
Boys employed with frenzy - in the line of fire
Sought by the glitter of a general's attire;
"Aught not to be caught in crossfire!"
Who fired the first round - history negates
Spilled crimson seeps - mingled with mire
Where only remembrance remains...
Satan lies prone with disgust - rank in the dust
Amidst corroded rifle barrels - wrought with rust
Relationship's restored... as once before?
Recommissioned 'Prince Of Peace' and 'Lord Of Lords.'
'As King of Kings'- 'To learn war no more!'