Burn Babylon, Burn

 It's time to disable Babel,

Satan, your kingdom shall fall,

To topple your tower,

Unplug your power,

The hour is here for you to answer to all,

Time to tear down your toy towns of treasure,

To rip up your playbook and rules,

To revoke all your pleasures,

And every half measure,

To expose the wolf 'neath the wool,

Time to expose your lies for half truths,

That you twisted as you thrusted them in,

Dipped in the poison of guilt,

Driven up to the hilt,

The wound seeping sin upon sin,

Time to search and destroy the destroyer,

The poisoner at the well,

To force it back down his throat,

Every last gloat,

Remind him he's going to hell,

To smash down the idols he sets up,

To cut them down at the root,

To burn all the wood,

For the undone good,

The tree that prevents all the fruit,

It's time then to bow now to Jesus,

Time to bow, yes bow down and fry,

You'll hiss and you'll spit,

As you're thrown in that pit,

But no pity, not even goodbye,

Burn then you kingdom of Babel

Burn brightly, burn Babylon, burn,

You've spent your entire,

Time setting people on fire,

And finally It's now your turn,

It's the end of the year of God's favour,

It's time to call in all grudges and debts,

He's kept his account.

He knows the amount,

I think you'll find it's you that forgets,

The end of the year of his favour,

The great, terrible day of the Lord,

His tool belt includes,

All the tools he will use,

The Fork, the Hammer, The Sword,

He's held it all back for so long now,

His anger is stored like a flood,

On the day it's poured out,

Don't be about,

On the day of the vengeance of God,

He's held it all back for so long now,

Stored up his wrath like a flood,

Against every misdeed,

And action of greed,

The only thing that can save is Christ's blood,

Burn for the blood that you've spilled

Burn then Babylon burn,

Burn for the lies,

Let your smoke fill the skies,

Burn now for the love that you spurned.

 

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I See You

As you sit there stewing,

Brewing concoctions of revenge extractions,

Of prolonged explanations

Vitriolic justifications,

Fire breathing soliloquies that are as likely to appear,

As the dragon itself,

In this circle of chairs,

As you steam and stew,

I see you

As you struggle to not let them know,

As you can't take it up, but your mind won't let go,

As your voice is dulled,

As you feel robbed of choice

As for my sake, you hold your peace,

Though the tide's not yet turned,

And release is a lifebuoy ever edging away,

I whisper to you,

And you hear me say,

I see you,

In your anger do not sin,

This saying nothing, 

This sitting here,

Is not a loss but a win,

And being angry is okay,

Just keep watching what you say,

This too shall pass,

Though it will smart,

It will not last,

I see you,

Take your pleasure not in them but in me,

And practice intensive caring unity,

I see you,

And now, 

You see me.

Hold your peace,

Peace,

Be still,

Remember what we are speaking of,

Not yours, but my will....

Strange Lament

 As old as the universe itself,

Older than the bricks on which it was built,

The solid cornerstone, from which all vibrations emanate

And in turn, return to.

His Love,

Is steadfast.

It has never changed nor wavered,

Kick as hard as you like,

It won't wobble.

It never ceases, depletes or decreases,

Through trauma and trial,

Eon upon eon,

Mile after mile after mile,

Add infinitum,

His love wont be moved 

Or be undone,

He is love itself,

The Ancient one,

Yesterday, today,

Ever after, the same.

Steadfast, stood fast.

It was never rocked,

And it shall never change.

But let me tell you,

Every single day,

His mercy,

Is born anew,

Like dew,

Fresh every morning.

The way in to this unmovable castle,

The mighty fortress of his love?

Every single morning,

The Mercy gates open,

And let the wanderers in.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.~ Lamentations 3:22-23

I do a Dance

 Every now and then,

I do a dance,

That only you would understand,

 An enacted memory that cannot be changed or altered,

Or ever forgotten,

It did not exist before you, 

And it wont disappear now I'm gone,

It's a piece of you

I carry forever,

I see your your smile when my shoulders shake,

I hear your laugh when I wobble my head,

I perceive your  playful pout,

When I looked to you for approval,

And it makes me want to do the dance,

All over again.

Sweat Like Tears

 

Hands and knees,

Down in the earth and mulch,

The roots of weeds weave,

They duck and burrow and break off,

To live and fight another day,

But the rich soil of the Kingdom,

Is worth working for,

And sweat forms on my brow,

And wearying I bow my head

And the drops run freely now,

And one in particular, leaps somehow,

Over the ridge of my eyebrow,

It hits my highest point of cheek,

Cascading down towards my mouth,

It feels like a tear,

A tear that comes from a deeper  and less emotional place than the ones from my eye,

This too, is a kind of cry,

And I,

Am digging,

Am weeding,

Am sowing in sweat and tears,

And knowing I've been sowing in the wrong kind of tears,

For years,

And years,

And years,

Maybe this kind,

Will bring that morning joy,

I'm fighting for my land now,

And the dirt is beneath my nails

Resurrection days

Every time I fall
Every time I fail
Every time I find myself
Chasing my own tail

And I hear your voice
Calling me back to life

That's a resurrection

Every time I let you down
Every time I sin
Every time I sell you out
To be saving my own skin

And I hear your gentle voice
Call me back to life,
Call me back to faithfulness

That's a resurrection

Every time I'm deserted
Each time  I'm betrayed
Whenever I am let down too
And I've got down on my knees
And prayed

And heard your loving voice
Call me to forgiveness

That too is a resurrection

And at the end of every road
That's led to a dead end
I've found the strength to turn around
And start all over again

Well that's a resurrection,

Each time I turn to Jesus
A kind of resurrection,

A resurrection
A new-life connection
A grave rejection
A forward projection
An insurance, a protection
A dark-to-light defection

Switched sides,
from dead to alive

Resurrection
Sown into the DNA of earth
In the shadow of every death
The dawn of a new birth

Each night we sleep, as dead
In the morning we arise
And the sun appears to rise
From the ground up to the skies

All around us
Resurrection

From the death of a single grain
Comes a harvest you cant contain

With Christ we're never dead and buried
When all is lost there still is hope
When down and out, we're never worried
There is always resurrection scope

We worship a living, risen saviour
His name is Jesus Christ
Victor over death and hell
And he holds the keys to life

Internal reading

When words are things I cannot feel or see,

And "I cannot read inside of me",

Or begin to describe the message my feelings send,
"I push my lungs up and pretend,

I pretend to be fire at them."