Commandment: Act
3-22-15
Sounding out the Word
Making sense out of the song of a bird
In every place where your faith to Godward still stands
Ye are ensamples told to put a smile on your face for good testimony
Dancing in the streets
A chance for folks to meet
Going to battle with my refrigerator
For ill and good again
By his election, by his free choice
Accepting correction in my bearlike singing voice
I try to master the low octave
We are ensamples, God chose us and me not he
Sounding out the Word in every place
So that we need not speak a thing
Act upon what you know
And God will show you yet more....
Command: Exhort
3-22-15
As exhortation, utterance and discourse
As an address conveying urgent recommendations
I go to battle in my kitchen
And make my shelves clean again
By admonition, reproof in raising the roof
Yet remaining aloof
Shamefully entreated at Phillipi
I dig the old school sound made new to me
Seeing a need to pray some more
For things to get done
Thwarted by discouragement
Not as pleasing others
But as unto him with willingness
I quit for today
Because I have not the know how
In my seeing from this angle
Upon God that tries my heart
O, why
She said I had the gift of exhortation
In that I've been there.....
Command: Nurse
3-22-15
Turning to the living God from idols dead
Taking into my hand my pen, my rod
For there is so much more to be said
Girded with truth and with such a word well shod
It is such that I no longer dread
O, do we hide behind envy
In that covetousness is said to be our cloak
I ask how
And I am answered
Just stay in the Now
Nor of me sought we our glory
On the wagon willing again to pull that plow
To tend to the sick and infirm
She nursed me there
when I was still but a worm...
Effectual
3-22-15
We are gentle toward you
As a nurse that cherishes her children
But who are we
When all I can see is Me
Given a second chance and by grace three
Nor of men sought we glory
But to be as one to tell another story
All I feel to do is lie down and pray
In the mirror, in the glass
I see there is no other way
We are comforted over you in all our affliction
Hopeless I flow on beyond conviction
Do I have a reason
Save the changing of the season
Effectual ye are our glory and joy....
Soon 42
3-23-15
Begotten us again to a living hope
Two months to my forty-two
Not yet at the end of my rope
Foreordained and foreknown
There is much to be gained
As fish is scaled and boned
Live for the Now in her smile
Given the know how
Because such cheer will be my style
Before the fashion of the world
Let's stay a little while
To the pilgrims of the Dispersion
Champaign in your left boot
I am fresh and still a virgin
By foreknowledge and its summary
Of our sovereign choice and predestination
Based on his eternal omniscience
All flesh is as grass
And the glory of man as a flower...
On First Peter 1:7
3-23-15
You are a chosen generation
A royal priesthood
You reign as kings
To offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable
Therefore it is contained
Behold I lay in Zion a chief cornerstone elect
A stone of stumbling
A rock of offense
I'll take you up on it
My father according to the flesh
You are a chosen generation
As our grass withers and the flower fades away
But the Word of the Lord endureth forever
You will reign as kings with us
In such a newfangled and pristine endeavor
accepting the Word, hearing his saying
No longer absurd
The sunshine is staying
Tested by fire
In the light of assured salvation
And the glory of Christ's appearing
Whom having ye not seen
Ye love and rejoice with joy unspeakable...
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