"His Story Repeats"

Every time a sinner repents
Every time an addict quits
His story repeats

Each time you’re touched by the Spirit
And when you do the Word after you hear it
His story repeats

Read the Bible say a prayer
Love someone show them you care
His story repeats

It started with twelve
Get your Bible off the shelf
His story repeats

His story repeats
would you like to hear it again
for the first time?

"Spirit Poem II"

This is you Lord
What would you have me say
I write as you speak
I’m yours
Speak Lord speak

You make me strong when otherwise I’m weak
I love you I love you
You love me You love me

God is good all the time
all the time God is good
Jesus is Lord Jesus is Lord

Where’s the reason, the rhyme?
What, Lord, should I type?

I let my fingers flow as I yield to you
What are your words, Lord
What are your words?

You inspired men of old
and now you inspire me
With pen with keyboard
I write for you
for you are worthy you are worthy

Where’s the message? What’s the point?
I write for you instead of smoking a joint

You are my high when I am down
You are my low when I am up
You bring stability, firmness, foundation
No drug can match you
No drink can touch you
No substitute compares
You O Lord bring breath to my bones

I don’t want a new drug
I don’t want a huge hug
unless it’s from you unless it’s from you

Only you are a good Substitute
for me on the cross
for me in the grave
for me

in hell

I rise with you Lord I rise with you
Death could not hold you
Hell lost its grip
You are free you are free

and so

am I

"Bride"

Arrayed in white

Loved by Light

Known from of old

Sparkles like a diamond

Beauty thrice refined

Crowned with gold

Bride made glorious

Bride victorious

He gave up His life

All bloody and red

Then raised from the dead

Purchased He His wife

Sword on hip

Hand on hilt

Ready to be engaged

Bride of battle

Dowry of cattle

A thousand hills grazed

Resolute she stands

With upraised hands

Ardently yearning

Her heart ablaze

With fixed gaze

Awaiting His returning

"One White Throne To The Other"

John asked you to come quickly, to come with haste
I ask that you wait until I’ve dumped my waste

O Lord please don’t be in a rush to capture
I would prefer to flush before the rapture

And when comes your determined day and hour
Please let me have finished taking my shower

When those left behind have time to think of me
I’d like it to be without the stink of me

"Call Of The Great Sea"

To me! To me!

Beckons the Great Sea

To me! To me!

You ships of Tarshish

Return to your vows

You prophets errant

Keep your new vows

You pagans penitent

The time is near

The time is come

It’s been three years

Bring your sons

Load your silver

Cart your gold

Bring your apes

Shine your stones

You kings of the isles

You merchants of the sea

Higher than any mountain

I wish you could see

Search the whole sea

Seeking the city Zion

Never will find it

Unless you’re right on

To me! To me!

You sons of Tarshish

Even with your expertise

Repent! Turn to Me!