The Remedy
A world,
My own country
Awash with
New, old corruptions
Causing all these
Unfamiliar disruptions
To marriages
Governments,
Our born and unborn
Children
Perverting, wasting
Lives
Why oh why
Will we not accept
The Remedy
Stares us in the face
Instead of listening
To our foe, that
Ancient enemy
We destroy ourselves
With disobedience
Ingest contaminated
Ingredients
From a satan so devious
He rains filth
Upon our heads
I pray for my country
That I love so much
Our money states
'In God we trust'
Then let's do that
Return to Him
He will return to us
So let's arise,
Wake up
Give our best, strongest
Thrust
To save as many
As we can
As Christ holds open
With His own nail scarred
Hands
The gates to His Eternity's
Promised Land!
Bustin’
Massive, unstoppable
Almighty,
Owner of an
Entire universe,
Our home,
This earth
Powerful enough
To stop the dirth
Of Your own Spirit
Inside Your beloved church
You come
In all Your glory
All Your power
Double edged sword
In Your mouth
Let there be absolutely
No doubt
You will be
Bustin' down
The very gates of hell
So in this rhyme
I will say,
Let me tell
No one, nothing
In all Christ's creation
Will stop Him
Or Heaven's celebration!
Me, Why?
Someone who rides
Among the stars
On wings of the wind
Who has the power to transcend
Both time and space
From out whose face
Energy, heat, light, His Glory
Gush, pour out from
Are so easily traced
This beautiful Someone
From His golden throne
This Perfectly Holy Son
Wants to love us
Plural of the you and me
Sometimes as I sigh
I ask the question, WHY?
I look at our past
Track record
A history full of so
Many great transgressions
Committed most openly
With such small amounts
of discretion
Rebellion written on our skin
All done just to get our own way,
Some selfish lust to win
Destroying life, this has
To be the truest form of sin
But Christ chose to love
Us anyway
Never stops
Morning, night of every day
Praise God for that!
For He cannot go against
His own nature
And so
In an amazing act of pure
Salvation
Left His Glory's throne
His walks among the stars
To die for His created man
And now on His own hands
Still bears the ugliest of scars
Uncomfortable
This doesn't really feel like home
I rant, I rave
I moan,
Even give a little
Groan
It stirs in my blood
A longing, this need
Sometimes just a trickle
Or quite often
A loud, roaring flood
A need arises
Raises its head,
A flower's tender bud,
Then opens
Inside my deeper place
I start to recognize
That for which I hurt,
I sigh
I believe it is this,
This place doesn't fit
This world, this place
Well, it's just wrong
My heart, it misses
Dear Lord, Your face
My fingers itch, they burn
Longing to be allowed
Once again to return
Close enough to trace
Your beauty, Your love's grace
But for now I must live here
This becomes ever more clear
Until I leave this fragile shell
However, for today,
You desire others of You
I must tell
This world's pain,
Which we all daily see
Was never meant to be
Christ's Reconciliation
My Faith's Compensation
A Return to Your perfection
In silence I stand & wait
As one of your heaven's gates
Swings slightly open
Daring to call my name!
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