Sunday, July 26, 2015

Siloam

Siloam
7-14-15


Let it be the hidden man of the heart
May the saints all call out
Thou art in that which is incorruptible
Refusing to even regard today the weather chart
I'm up and I'm staying that way
Three hours to spare
I am clean again but not for long
Even the ornament of a quiet and meek spirit
I remember the joy I once knew when it was all so simple then
Who repays him for what he has done
In the howling wind
The sky is a ravening wolf seeking her prey
The weather has her own plans
O, how I want to step out and meet somebody
Referring to the notes I took thirteen years ago
There is so much to know
Our infirmities are for our testimony....










Basic Essentials
7-14-15


Like chaff that a storm passes away
The wind will steal it away
Given my basic essentials and enough to go on
Another prosperous week ahead of me
I know thy works, I know blasphemy
You broke the bonds
Your fathers, O where are they
And prophets, do they live forever
No man lives or dies to himself
Thou are called a Jew and rest in the law
They say God lays up ones iniquity for his children
And I wait without you
Your fathers, where are they
No man lives forever...


















Missions
7-14-15


O, arrow the cloud sheathed sky
I want to make it my own
And call it a new song
I scribble these lyrics and come nine forty I tag along
Pray about seeing the good in things and hanging in there
In spite of these conditions
With a pocket full of cards
I go on my missions
I can see those fighters' planes
I am he yet I am me
If Jews did confess Jesus
They would be excluded from the synagogue
Someone needs to speak up about him
Healing a blind man to spit on the ground
And anoint his eyes with clay
O, do you believe today that I am!
















Sheep Gate
7-14-15


Question
Do you believe on the Son of God
Answer
Who is he that I might believe on him
Here I am send me
And help me to spread the message of love
Blowing smoke refusing to stand still
I come into the world so that the blind might see
Starting out with a beautiful crescendo
Missing my Gloria
And we blind also
I take my chances
And step out in hopes for no more rain
But a man cannot contend with nature
He must just simply let her do her thing
For our Eliashib our High Priest
Building his sheep gate
So that we can walk on through the door
And get our quick fix...






On Job 22:3 (look this one up)
7-14-15


Is it any pleasure to the Almighty
That I suffer like I do
By the gate of my fountain
And my seven story mountain
So reappears Shallun as a ruler of part of our Mizpah
I wake up to tell my tall tale tried and true
Bono isn't the enemy
But an artist to inform me and you
If you were blind you would know not sin
In that you are not your mind
In a situation of win and win
In my spare time I am instructed to read again Nehemiah
I wait on the Lord today
As if he were my slow train
Therefore speak to them in parables
In that they see but not yet believe....













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