No tears in the land.

Hard lines curve when they meet the verve of a prophet
Drunk on words burned in his heart's eye-sockets.
Fed by the bread of promised peace when he's dead
Led him to eat meat out of unclean beaks ahead.
Patiently waiting for more thoughts to resound in his head,
He's being carried along to speak God's grief in His stead.
Calling a people to their knees before there's no time for reprieve,
Still they wait for rain, when it's different water they need.

Jots

The five-minute rhapsody,
Wrapped up in my mind-mapped rap-city.
The composition commissioned by emotional effusion,
Cutting quick confusion, discerning truth from illusion,
Myelin-soothing, neural-network cruisin',
Defining new paths with renewal soothing
Regenerative washing, yeah, that old man's losing.
While the world keeps watching, fruit keeps growing,
Wait till it matures, reaping the church's former sowing,

The five-minute thanksgiving rhapsody,
Born from reflection of God's love's capacity,
To take concern for a man, how can this be?
Less than a messed-up, renaissance masterpiece,
Little worm rebel of audacity,
To stand against the World-weaver, that's blasphemy.
How can this be?

Faith primer

Faith is the wonder and believer's disposition
To acknowledge God's power and His Word's perfect precision
At defining the unknown and bringing to pass past decisions.
For God's acts and decrees were established pre-beginning.


Faith is the delight in the unveiling of the mystery
Being told the secret before it's man's history,
Still just as certain, but more rewarding for us, the finite,
Proceeding from and leading to seeking God and proclaiming the returning White Knight.

Faith is a gift God gives to illumine,
The truth about Himself, so that we're not consumed in,
The purifying blaze.
Instead, to reward us with the infinite gift:
The life from out of the tomb that forsook getting saved.