turbid

Turbid
9-17-15

Muddy and obscure
As Christ bloody and as pure
Vague as thought or expression
Making it turbid
God knows my thoughts
And he knows I don't really mean the words that slip
For he entered into his rest and ceased from all his works
The firstborn of the poor will feed
As Jesus still has need to bleed
Like the angry tigers that decide to make peace
Cutting off from Babylon the remnant and the name
This is real even when you might say it's a game
For the burden of king Ahaz
He hath not died in vain...





Of Who Shook Kingdoms
9-17-15

Have you also became as weak as we
Have you grown much too meek to simply be
No creature in his sight not manifest
All things naked and open unto the eyes of Him
Counting himself free
Piercing even to the dividing asunder of Spirit and soul
You will not be joined with them in burial
For your ashes will be scattered along the coast
For out of the Serpent's roots will come forth a viper....





Piercing
9-17-15

Pruning your branches one by one
The saw is at it again in a world full of lies
It is why I take up my pen
The rod that struck you is broken
Following dreams into the blue and of joints and marrow
Silent is the sparrow
Having a great High Priest passed into the heavens
Getting lucky in rolling sixes and sevens
As a discerner of thoughts and intents of the heart
The Word of God is quick and powerful
Sharper than any two edged sword
Today I must say Just will be the Lord....