-worship-

Sitting on this bed

Slowly filled with led

with a word floating down to me

A whispered wake up call

Push my dreams to fall

And sly complacency

Looking back to what

I fear was never luck

Was calling back to me

But I ran years away

Just From a solumn day

When my loves came here to sing

Their trite slow eulogy

And propose You marry me

And a joy invades my chest

To be the bride to be

A growing life to see

And ending in your rest

All That I see,

what you want it seems

Is just a little help

But news that screams to me

"how can a blind man see"

Was dead, now washed free.

tryin poetry,

it seems concise to me

but rhyme is just a word

Praising as an end

so throw an ear to lend

And grow from things just heard

no expert on the field

with a heart, soul to yield.

And well, that's all you need.

-trust-

-trust-

Simply just fall.
Is that so hard for you?
Or is the falling
Solely for sleep in an verbose surrounded pew
I just want to speak
Quiet enough to be heard
A screech of deafness
That imparts to the learned
Or so they think with a paper and hat
Well how about that
While I spoke universe into being
With, a, single, word.
So fall again, come on, just try!
Don't let thine fear come along your side
Whisper sweet vanities of safety aquired
By doing nothing.
So just lay in my hold,
Without waver
Is that why you call me your God
Saviour?
Drown in my words, never alone
Grant your heart; filled with shalom
Because I can be trusted. See?
My Pleas are small, finite prayers that hope to succeed
And what mine is for you:
To fall into the trusting arms of God
Not a deep stagnant sleep on a pew.

-Jealous Grace-

You take my struggle, you make it yours
Your take your love and show it more
You take my faults shored up with pain
You pour your blood and hate washes like rain

Sweet forgiveness, freedom complete
Never will I fall out of your reach
In the depths that I hide, you are there
You Burn down my pernicious affair

And now I find you as my friend
Your Perfect love never ends

I spit in your face
You rip off my sin
Slowly at times
I wish I could win
He don't give up
And He don't give In
He won't stop til he turns me from within
Hallejuyah

Chains and hurt do not remain
In your arms there's no pain
Forgive my week disdain
Crowns to your feet Ive lain

Glory to you
All praise is due
Glory to you
All praise is due

-Masterpiece-

My Dreams and hopes, they fall away
When I sit in your presence and you display
A lump of clay and the future that's gonna be
But I stare in shock and can't really speak
How your working, what you are making complete
the portrait in Your head, that I can't see

So I sit, and I wait, And I hear

That, you got a plan for me
That I cannot see, just yet
But that's alright
Your art to be
That's not complete, just yet
Your light's still burning bright

The easy comes and I wish it to stay
But the hard times come and push it away
And start to forget how the plan is suppose to be
The pain and strife seems to rip it apart
The trash and the sin that blocks inside my heart
And The sight comes near, now it's time to breathe
The tough is here to make this clear:
"I've screwed up, I've failed and I'm stuck right here"
But all is not lost, and you speak the words to me...

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-Anger-
I can't get with this
even with them in their place
they plan to fund murder
and then expect to find grace
I think not and I'm coming to see
that Americas God is clear to be
shown and glorified in all abomination
while the army of Christ shows no relation
to what they've planned and hoped and dreamed
because God was not in their sceme.
Sadness bulks in the pit of my heart
that this law could ever become apart
of our nation "In God We Trust"
but in our minds we say "Leave God to rust"
throw it aside and remove yourself away
but all God will know to say
"I do not know you for you hated me
and from my love all you did was flee
Love I am but Injust I am not
so join those guys in the melting pot and finally goodbye, well
just join America as it goes to hell.

-tangentism-

hello my darling, I missed you so
with your solumn grim and glow
the clouds so proud blocked out the sight
of plasma cascading into beautiful light
how I wish I could touch you
and draw from your heart
and become like a constellation right from the start
but I am destined here just to watch
shocked from afar like Sasquatch
sighting that are of no concern
but the scientist speak and then I learn
that no belch of the cosmos will discern
a mass of beauty none to know
you closely but One who makes the snow
and counts the sand and reads my soul
and cares for each need for that is His role,
so delight in Him and and joy in Him
or lift of a song or oldest of hymns
for it is all His, and his to own
for as He sits on his glorious throne
not looking up or to His side
but humbly to His feet, He spots the bride
droping crowns and millions at worst
just to beseech the Living Water of our thirst
and be fulfilled.
But the thirst is what draws, pulls us to Jesus
so that the world's pleasures will never please us
but recieve hurts from being a christian
and go to the loving great physician
sit on His lap, get some love
and then fall into the embrace from above
melt in his presence in his grace
and lose your mind while searching for his face...

-Atmosphere of Grace-

Wondering waves, peace crashes down
Grace oozes on Gods people all around
Nothing compares, the word is felt
The love of our Lord, makes our heart just melt
He forms that shapeless goo and has his way
And then his will is ours and ours to stay,
The sheep wait, rest and hear his word
and when he points, they run, as the herd
Sweet aquiesence
Its all in the blood
When sin quietly agrees
As its thrown into the mud
While we stand, holy clean and humble
the saviors coming is heard with a rumble 
''I AM VICTORIOUS and I AM God'
His people are his scepter and glorious rod
No will attempt, to even start to dream
How life without this Lighf could ever seem
Lifeless and painful
And nothing to show
but On that glorious day where our faces will glow
As we watch and stare as our filth burns up
And all thats left is a pure gold cup
That pours praise and worship from the lips of the saints
That no man's sin will ever taint
And His kingdom will be forever and ever
with absolutely no end
And the coming paradise that is too good  for us lowly sheep to comprehend.
But soon, and oh so soon

We will gather together to behold

In our newly donned bodies

 the streets of gold

And we'll look far back

And even if that, if we would ever want to

And see the things that filled our lack of "meaning" and "want to's"  

And it'll all be in vain

Except for what really came

To benefit the kingdom of god 

And I'll want to abstain

From being untame

And return to being His rod.

For that's our place, giving him glory

And if you say otherwise, go read a story

Of Gods will for us and you'll see you're wrong

So join me as I finish this psalm

Glory to God and Bless his holy name

Because that's is our goal, one in the same.

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