Exposure So I will lay myself Bare I do not care If they stare If a glimpse into My soul Will bring them Into your fold then God, Let it be If looking into My heart Will get them to Start Seeing you better If it be ever so clever Of You to begin then may You win them on their journey closer to your Son bright, blazing glory of your face joy unbounded found only in the grounding of each soul in your great power and self!
The Flying V It flies, zooms Moving so fast At first I cannot see What this flying Abstraction, monstrosity Must be It is a flying V! It moves, zips With so much speed I cannot see Its shape So I reach an arm Upward To reach for its tip At firsts it eludes But I continue to Pursue Until I reach Triumphant Into the air Then turn to stare At what lies Trembling Within my hands It is the letter V Well, this was not Within my day’s plan! Never would I have guessed If I had been put to the test That such a symbol Would belong To such as I What could this mean Then I too began to tremble Until a hand Reached from behind It is for you a sign A man smiled As he spoke Do you not see What this flying V Stands for? I shook my head No. As He spoke His Words were slow Listen carefully He said And I will show Its meaning He removed His robe His body was scarred His perfect flesh Had been deeply marred Yes, my flesh was Defaced I died in disgrace For you Yet within my nail-scarred Hands I hold the Promised Land Waiting for you It takes a deep belief Faith in me This is for your Most sincere relief From your own Sin No more will it win Control I destroyed that Darkness The hold It had on you This V is a sign Of my complete Victory Over all that enslaved Each child of mine I saved the day No more will hell Or death have its way With you As I watched His arms He raised In that perfect stance Of old It took only one glance For me to know Over His head His arms they formed that Perfect V On display For everyone forever & always to see!! And I could see Of that which He spoke He had removed Destroyed That darkest of yokes My sin
First True Renaissance (Re-creation) After a dark period It is told in books There was a Renaissance, Reformation, a Recreation, Of culture, societies Even of Religion But I will argue It had already occurred At an earlier date before those books’ words Told of it. On a cross in a small back country, Judea An explosion Unseen but felt After one insignificant carpenter Was crucified Because he testified To a new way of life Born in blood, sweat & tears Why? satan has no peer For evil destruction His desperation Was showing A new world, Kingdom, New way of living Was ushered in For all who would choose Their life to lose Inside of His Built upon a Foundation of the old Refined, purified Like the rarest of golds For the sake of man He took our hand And led us to His cross Meant for all Not just a few A new earth order If you choose Of faith, belief So on that Day And in that way His new earth kingdom Started. Change has Happened Time for it To spread To all places For the good Of all faces Death defeated satan exposed for the liar he is time for the world to know it can change, grow, because Christ says so! Do not have to wait For a distant heaven New kingdom life Is now for the taking Now is the time for the slaking Of our undiminished Need for God For every man, Woman, child To take us out of our wild Unruly state he found in us Return to us His paradise for all Please I beg of you, do not refuse His holy, righteous call!
Buildings Buildings Scraping the sky Tall Virtually canyon Walls Of concrete, steel Glass, stone I look up to feel Microscopic beside Them Cold, impersonal Hard Where is the soul Not within a shard Of them We have lost our Way Giving sway To concrete Looking into the sky I cannot help but Realize This world, culture Has denied The one who made Us Loves us, cares for Us A holy, magnificent God So we would not be lost Daily, over our heads He pleads, begs Pursues Me, I, you & you & you But our hearts Lay hardened Rebuffing, Rejecting The One who Loves the most Father, Son & Holy Ghost Our souls lay hard, buried Within, beneath the concrete
Me on A Cross? I see a lifeless form On a wooden beam It groans Mouthing a bloody foam Another useless dream Or message to be seen? Maybe both Dream and message It raises its head Showing sweat & Tears it has shed Staring into the sky It carries the face of I! It is me, Me on that cross I am where we all Surely would be If not for the other face That took my place, Jesus of Nazareth! Sinner, rebel, Against a one true God & Father I deserved that cross Perhaps in celestial eyes Only another piece of human dross. In pain, As I cursed His name Jesus, son of God Tore my flesh from The nails Put himself there To complete Heaven’s Most loving job Christ took my place That place which belongs To each & all Wicked rebellors Against our Father Now we sing a new song Of Christ’s love God’s forgiveness, Freedom, From a worn-out Worldly kingdom Captives to sin Set free by his death Breathed upon by a fresh breath Of life’s new resurrection!
Only true remorse
Causes the flower of God’s grace
to bloom more fully!
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