Inspired utterances—more than a smatter
High, high hopes, e'en from pitter-patter
His preaching made the hatters madder:
"The least yeast makes the better batter"
Rumor mills and flattering chatter
Cousin's head served on a platter
Palms and coats and praises slathered
A right-now king they would rather
Closest friends, their feet he lathered
Then one betrayed, one denied, and all did scatter
His body crushed and torn to tatters
Climbed a tree without a ladder
Drip-drop, drip-drop, red holy splatter
Conquering death's venom spitting adder
Now he's dead and now we're sadder
Two days pass: Mary, what's the matter?
Fifty more, then we'll gather
To glorify Him, our pattern shatterer
Friday, January 28, 2011
Friday, December 17, 2010
"Across From Jericho"
What's that?
Milk and honey
Been here before?
Only saw it then
Time to claim it
Time to taste it
Gotta fight for it?
Yes
Lay down your sword
What!?
That's right
Just obey the Lord
When we cross over
We'll march
And march some more
Silent as a stone
Then we'll march
And march some more
And lift up a shout
The wall will fall
The wall will fall?
That's crazy
I'm staying here
Your loss
Me?
I'm following Josh
Hooah!
Milk and honey
Been here before?
Only saw it then
Time to claim it
Time to taste it
Gotta fight for it?
Yes
Lay down your sword
What!?
That's right
Just obey the Lord
When we cross over
We'll march
And march some more
Silent as a stone
Then we'll march
And march some more
And lift up a shout
The wall will fall
The wall will fall?
That's crazy
I'm staying here
Your loss
Me?
I'm following Josh
Hooah!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
"Dear Aunt Linda"
I have some things I’d like to share
About a man who laughed and loved and cared
He taught me about the lights in the sky at night:
The differences between a star and a satellite
Baseball? I knew a little about the game
But after Wrigley, it was never the same
He bought me a cap when the Bulls were gung-ho
(I gave it away—to a boy in Mexico)
I remember holidays when we honored the Lamb
And a Thanksgiving with a turkey and a ham
I think he was there when I tried a snow sled
I’m very blessed to have seen him when I wed
It has been way, way too long
And now, our beloved Bruce is gone
Please forgive me for not being by your side
While you grieve and mourn and celebrate his life
Many a person called him Boo
And for this poem, that’ll have to do
After all, nothing rhymes quite right with Orange
About a man who laughed and loved and cared
He taught me about the lights in the sky at night:
The differences between a star and a satellite
Baseball? I knew a little about the game
But after Wrigley, it was never the same
He bought me a cap when the Bulls were gung-ho
(I gave it away—to a boy in Mexico)
I remember holidays when we honored the Lamb
And a Thanksgiving with a turkey and a ham
I think he was there when I tried a snow sled
I’m very blessed to have seen him when I wed
It has been way, way too long
And now, our beloved Bruce is gone
Please forgive me for not being by your side
While you grieve and mourn and celebrate his life
Many a person called him Boo
And for this poem, that’ll have to do
After all, nothing rhymes quite right with Orange
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
"An Exclamation Of Praise"
Hallelujah!
Jesus is alive!
Hallelujah!
He has made me right!
Hallelujah!
Daddy loves me!
Hallelujah!
He paid to set me free!
Hallelujah!
He took away my sin!
Hallelujah!
Now I live for Him!
Hallelujah!
Jesus loves you!
Hallelujah!
You can know Him too!
Jesus is alive!
Hallelujah!
He has made me right!
Hallelujah!
Daddy loves me!
Hallelujah!
He paid to set me free!
Hallelujah!
He took away my sin!
Hallelujah!
Now I live for Him!
Hallelujah!
Jesus loves you!
Hallelujah!
You can know Him too!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
"Esau"
The hairier of the pair
Was selected to be heir
He had the right of birth
But his mind was e'er on the earth
Thus, he was quickly and easily duped
For naught but a single cup of fresh-made soup
Was selected to be heir
He had the right of birth
But his mind was e'er on the earth
Thus, he was quickly and easily duped
For naught but a single cup of fresh-made soup
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