My Opportunity To Try
12-18-14
The saw to the limb of the burning bush
Is an opportunity to put it into practice
Come to goad to either pull or push
Taking up the plow that would crush one to powder
I see these signs as second chances
To live out my faith for what it is
O, I hope that these are more than just words upon a page
And more than just my religious ostentation
Of a parrot who prefers to perch on the top of his cage
O, how I hope
As another form of prayer in this writer's rage...
On Matthew 5:33
12-18-14
Hooray, the sun is down
Amen I am not as a man of renown
Abba, I still live out on the east end of town
Immanuel, it doesn't need to get me down
God's love ought to lift one up and not burn one out
By tiptoes in silence come the season of bass and trout
Hate not your brother without a cause
I have been guilty of this in mine flaws
Come perjury and retaliation
It only seems like I've got someone to blame
O, brother hate me not
Keep me in prayer by Word and name....
Callous
12-18-14
Nose hair I brush away from verse four
May your charity be performed in secret
And with bondage of such penitence
We seem to still be at war
As soon as you're born you're dying
To toss aside the apple core
Sowing seeds of plenty
But still left wanting more
To pray for them defined as to but bless
Still a weekend warrior
Seeing the future and its penetration
With my right thumb with its callous sore
Come the pendulum swing
How can we say that all of such is pure
I am one of many questions, so she says...
Not As Cords Of Vanity
12-18-14
So you tell me that I just use the bible
For my own cords of vanity
But at least I turn to Jesus for my sanity
Such is my second and third chance to practice forgiveness
And to pray today for humanity
Give us this day our daily bread
Not as a means of escape
But to do after what has been said
I still seek these answers
To be more than just music in my head
And now that the sun is down
I can be well fed...
On Matthew 6:19
12-19-14
There is a better way to live
Than to learn from suffering
God gives you one face and you make yourself another
He is not heavy, he's my brother
God guard my front door
Come the flame we hope to smother
Another day of Floyd bootlegs
In loving one another
There is a better way to but love oneself
And I love the God that makes it all worthwhile
There is another way....
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