conviction

Conviction
2-25-14


Unto us is the confusion of faces
By conviction by the author and the finisher of our faith
By which trust is ones addiction
Compassed about by a great cloud of witness
Where truth is stranger than fiction
Wanting such to be ones sweet dream
Getting on with the day in its friction
May us set aside every weight
As well as the sins that do not yet beset us
Yeah, unto us is the conviction of faces
Turning northward to make our way to higher places
Running with patience
The race that is set before us....












































Stoned And Sawn
2-25-14


Stoned and sawn asunder
By the pressure believers today seem to be under
Yet to know great spoil and plunder
Content with what one has not according to his lack
Dreaming again of ones Big Mac attack
Tempted and slain by the sword
Of our Word of God
That points straight to the Lord
Wandering about in sheepskins
Desolate and afflicted
Yet in their sins
Stoned and sawn asunder
So am I today
For the cause of all that is just and right....




































On Hebrews 11:38-40
2-25-14


Wandering in mountains, deserts and dens
Of whom the world is not worthy
Taking up today humble pens
Roving in caverns and in caves
Taking up the ark bourn of golden staves
Rambling in valleys by the muddy banks of fluent streams
Being today the prophet and the interpreter of last night's dreams
Obtaining a good report through faith
Receiving the promise
Where many are made perfect without us
In sugar packets and coffee creams...








Projection
2-25-14


Sabotaging the proposition
I go my own way for this well being
staying home to observe the snow plows
According to this visualization and projection at my table
Back in the here and now of where I ought to be
By the author and the finisher of our faith
Not according to what one can see
Having not resisted unto blood
Striving against sin
As a fighter in battle array
Lest I'd be weary in my mind
Resting assured that it all went this way for a reason....










Witness
2-25-14


Lifting up my hands that hang down
With feeble knees
Making paths straight for feet
Following peace with all men
According to all that the watcher sees
In high hopes for a heaven
Yet to know for myself
Asking a blessing upon the grass and trees
Where the lame are not turned out of the way
According to the prisoner that truth so frees
Being today as the vouyer and watcher
Of all my eyes can but witness
Lifting up hands that hang down
To be as one to worship...