Saturday, September 28, 2013


Ancientest laws:
Waving of grain,
Wilderness feasts,
Meeting in tent;
Jesus concealed—
   Later fulfilled

Ancient of Days,
Lifting love hands:
Holiness Lamb,
Temple is bod,
Christ is revealed—
   I am fulfilled!

Friday, September 6, 2013

"If It Were Up To Me"

Spines ripped, rusty blades
Throats plugged ‘til they wheeze
Limbs lopped off and tossed
Eyes grated like cheese

A dissecting tray,
Flatten their limp pricks
—A pin here, one there—
What makes these guys tick?

My dearest Wesley,
Dread pirate you claim,
Please, please consider:
Render them The Pain

Screams of innocents
Blaring in their ears,
Boil their bloody hands,
Magnify their fears

If it were up to me,
Karpen and Gosnell
Would burn infinitely
In the very hottest of hells

If it were up to me,
If judgment was mine
—But it never will be;
Any mercy must be divine

Monday, September 2, 2013

"With This Armor"

Surrounded by truth,
Knowing it deep down inside,

Covered with God's righteousness,
For my own heart deceives,

Standing on the Rock,
Steady and unafraid,

Protected from accusations,
For it was

Knowing that
I am in His arms,

And grasping His Word
  with hands
  with heart
  with lips,

I stand ready for battle
I stand ready to defend
I stand ready to stand