If I were an alien raised in Kansas,
I’d lift the roofs off bicameral houses,
Speak to those below arrayed:
“Truth, justice, the American way!”
If I wore the flag and raised a shield
I’d rush to assemble on the field
With my remaining brothers,
Remembering the honored others
If I snooped with winged fangs
And a billion was pocket change,
I’d bam, oof, and pow my way;
John Q’s insurance would be paid
If I burned green with atomic rage
And bullets bounced off my fleshy cage,
I’d bust down the doors at House White
Smash sense into stalwart pride
If arachnids biting or steel claws fighting,
If altered genes or colored rings,
If armored suits or a thousand troops;
If I were super, if only I were super
However, there is one thing:
I can fall down, call on the King,
Use my knees to bow and pray;
Trust that real power’s on the way
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
"Purple"
Mountains speak
of knightly deeds
A king in robes
inspects troops—his own
More than one has fallen
Honor them
their courage
their sacrifice
their final cries
Prepare your hearts
and carry them home
of knightly deeds
A king in robes
inspects troops—his own
More than one has fallen
Honor them
their courage
their sacrifice
their final cries
Prepare your hearts
and carry them home
Saturday, September 28, 2013
"Fulfilled"
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!
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
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
finished,
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
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
finished,
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
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