baptism

Baptism
3-12-10


When I was baptized
I was terrified about not knowing
How to put on the blue suit
In the days before I knew of grace
And before I knew the meaning of fruit
And still I wonder
Did I step into the right pool
But I didn't care if the whole thing was uncool
I would have done anything to be accepted
As I find that all sheep
Have a need to be sheered of their wool
As in such a spiritual bushwhack
I am still quite behind....








Born and Died In Seventy-three
3-12-10


In Tolkien novels
The prize was annular
And shaped like a ring
Just like the hungry
And those who would sell their souls
For a dark meat chicken wing
As we are inclined to dip these in blue cheese
Like trying to get to the honey through swarms of bees
As we produce our product in getting stung
As we have thousands of songs that are yet unsung
And Tolkien died the same year I was born
When in the night I partake
In a morsel made from corn...










Taper
3-12-10


Consider the taper and the slender candle
To know that God doesn't give us more than what we can handle
Consider the flame and the thin wisp of smoke
Consider the pipe from which we can take our toke
As we have creature comforts
In being creatures of habit
Led once more into a snare set for a rabbit
And still I chase after that which is not ours....








In The Scratching Post, I Boast
3-12-10


I don't mind the work
If indeed I'm equipped
When my computer chair is scratched
Of cats and chipped
And I must say that I am proud of this
As I learn how to say that indeed knowledge is bliss
Hoping and praying that I will do all there is to do
Upon even scales
The balances I am weighing
As my work is cut out for me in something new
But I don't do all of this for the pay
Where I still have balances and weights to yet weigh...








Parley
3-12-10


At the congregation was a discussion
A conference and a parley
As sermons were told by a preacher that had a Harley
And I have everything a man could ever desire
Yet I still walk through the ice and the fire
And the snake can be seen as a loving creature
As the serpent can become as the most wonderful feature
And I wear a silver cross with a chrome chain
Able to say that I've seen fire and I've seen rain
Yet the yoke of Christ is easy and light...










Not By Skill Lest Any Man Should Boast
3-12-10


Saying a prayer for my tomorrow
That indeed I'll come through
And that I will
As intermingled are my joy and sorrow
As such will come about by grace and not by skill
And I don't care about stinking to high heavens
When I remember the joy of stops at seven-elevens
Saying a prayer to make good use of my time
To accomplish more than just my rhythm and rhyme
And a four cord strand is not easily broken
Where brotherhood will serve as our true token
And this is all that it takes to make it....