The Loudest Shout!
The loudest shout ever heard
Around the world
In desperate need of a cure
For its illness
A bloodied, beaten Savior
On a cross
Trying to restore God’s favor
To His humanity so lost
It was God’s shout
Of His intense wrath
Against our sin was it about
to gather us back
from down a forbidden path
of our indolent selfishness
So listen to that shout
From a cross now heard
Everywhere
It was His final proof
To deface all doubts
Meant to instill a deeper faith
More holy, more devout
In His loving grace
Shown deeply through the
Beautiful yet human face
Of His Precious Only Child!
So,
Do not deny it
By not listening
Of our spirits
We need a quickening
A re-positioning
To stand up
& listen
& no longer condone
The darkness ofOur own restless sin
Dream Followers
Was this all before it came to be
Only for God an idea, maybe a dream
Until He was actually fully able to see
His universe, our earth spinning
His green ball,
Pure, holy in the beginning
Seeing our first steps, first words
Before the lines between good & bad
By us were so badly blurred
I guess you could say
God followed His dream
So,
Should today we say
Follow your own human dream
If we are created in His image
To us we hear that this must seem
A good thing, a right way
To try & live each day
Under our own imagination’s spell
But wait,
We are not our own god
By us was not created
This universe
This earth we trod
We’re part of a creation
Not the Creator
Let us not turn our lives
Into an even greater aberration,
Or abomination
Seek God’s dream for our lives
Thus, truly can we daily strive
And find
Truer joy, peace, contentment
To give us more of this
Was our Savior born & sent
To show us the truly greatest way
Over a lost world to hold full sway
And more purely daily dream!
Imagine
Imagine,
If you will,
A group of people,
A church,
Not too far a stretch
Calmed into a sleep
By
A lullaby
Of a distant world’s drums
Soft, at first,
Then suddenly
Exposing sharp teeth
Gouging out eyes
Seeking souls to blind
Demons everywhere
Pulling out the eyes
Unaware, blindly people will stare
How, oh, how will they awake
From what they believe to be
Only a blissful state?
What catastrophe will it take?
This lust for comfort’s sleep
How will it be slaked?
Perhaps only a great pain
God may have to use
If from this dulled sleep
They do not rouse,
& reach for eternity to gain
We will need help
So,
Watchmen on the walls
Ring out in a strong voice
Sound out a great call
We need no further debates
To save one and all
Before it becomes indeed
For our country, this world,
Much, much too late!!
Somnambulant
(sleepwalking)
Somnambulant, (walking while asleep),
We walk by
While in most of our cities
Our children lean & cry
Rivers of large tears flowing
All this pain & fear now showing
Rearing its head in lives
No longer afraid, feeling no need to hide
A black mist covers our senses,
Our hearts & cities’ walls
Deceived, most do not even know
The direction in which to call
Until,
Come, Lord Jesus, Come
Ring out those words
Only with Your power
Can we stop this deceiving hour
Of our own demise
In this land, this country
Please, Oh please, do not
Our desperate cries deny!
Roaring of The Seas
This was never meant to be
This raging, crashing roaring of the sea
Foaming waves of so much disharmony
Meant were we herein to forever see
Only the calming ripples of the gentlest of peace
But
As it seems to inevitably come thru man
A rankling, stirring of our calm waters occurred
By a troubled, darkened wind were they stirred
At once, a rising discord by all was heard
& our peace to that moving storm did fall, defer
Until
One day almost unannounced a calming hand
Reached down into all the chaos so unplanned
A Christ, Messiah, Lord, Son of Man
Came to walk upon our troubled shores
To break the back of that satan’s discord
Touching,
With only one finger calmly did He come to restore
His original peace by His blood was freely outpoured
And returned to us was the complete & holy cord
Of our God’s Love
And,
Forever restored
The stilled waters to the course of each eternal soul!
Dragonslayer
Dragonslayers
Are brave
Coming only to slay
The great fire-breathing
monster
His destruction he spreads
Creating only dark dread
Within the human heart
Breathing out, creating
Our end from his very start
But
There is a power
Overhead
That can bring back
To life
The dead
Christ can create
a Dragonslayerwithin you
He will give you
All the tools
Meant to be used
Not hidden away
On a shelf
So
Rise up
Go forth in His glory
Name,
Honor
Power
And take that strong
Word’s sharpened sword
Stop that evil’s discord
And help Christ’s purity to live
Within each heart to rise and soar!
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