Let go my love
and you will see from me
all the things I promised thee
when all the world has turnt to black shrinking spire
come
make the darkness a liar
6.16.2011
6.11.2011
Thought Raid
No matter what thought
doth come to me
the strange and ill
or what fall oversteps me
there is one thing I know
and will always posses me
his grace it does
and is now me
I will look upon it as a stranger
the wackness of my mind
the green and odd color
which always arrives in due time
I'll send it to the corner
accepting my Jacob's wall
are you ready to be you
says my savior
come one two and all
together we all since
one enormous song
because of my hero
pause
cry
joy
my Lord ... such a dance...
6.09.2011
http://relevantrevolution.com/mp3/piper-glory.mp3
Glory
Dusty road
marching on
a soldiers burden
is to continue on
wreckless is my mind
feet be worn
still I go
singing a soldiers song
it isnt pretty
on key tune or point
it isnt always exact
if given flight
it couldnt sit perfectly on a perch
my soldiers song
my soldiers song
all it does
is march continually on
Glory
Dusty road
marching on
a soldiers burden
is to continue on
wreckless is my mind
feet be worn
still I go
singing a soldiers song
it isnt pretty
on key tune or point
it isnt always exact
if given flight
it couldnt sit perfectly on a perch
my soldiers song
my soldiers song
all it does
is march continually on
6.07.2011
Lovers cosmic moon..
(listen to the music while reading :))
my lover said to me
today you don't love me
but when you do
ill trade you those two smooth rocks for the moon
sure I said for I'll have you both
cake I will cherish, have it, then eat it too
then my lover said
this cannot be
our boat will sink
cake plus us
in my mind this I cannot think
but I will tarry here
every day God sends
I'll sit right here
waiting for those two round stones
all for me
for my wages are the moon
all for you it seems
so the lover said to my soul
but I could not hear
so my lover waited
and waited
and waited
we both grew old
grey and weary
then one day
I could see the moon
big and bright
so huge
overwhelming me
perplexed I said
how on earth could my lover promise this to me?
for two round stones?
madness describes this thomas crown affair
for 7 sleepless nights did I wrestle
sleeping awake
thinking of my lover
then one dawn right beore the sun rose
my lover did I meet
my weary heart
collapsing at my lovers feet
and we melted and kissed
floating far away
leaving my stones by the river
you wouldn't believe how quickly
they floated away...
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I love you Jesus. Thank you so much...
Mere Words
The only words that matter to me
are the consonants and vowels my heavenly father spoke to me.
from the dust I move
dance myself awake
his aroma I smell
its his love I take
put it in my minds repository
keeping it safe
no more satisfaction for my enemies
no pity no fate
I stride down that chiminey alter
this ended
all made right
bought
purchased
proud owner of this estate
Break thy schemes of earthly joy
John Newton. Olney Hymns (1799), Book III, 36.
I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek, more earnestly, his face.
’Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
And he, I trust, has answered prayer!
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.
I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once he’d answer my request;
And by his love’s constraining pow’r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
Yea more, with his own hand he seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
Lord, why is this, I trembling cried,
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
“’Tis in this way, the Lord replied,
I answer prayer for grace and faith.
These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may’st find thy all in me.”
John Newton. Olney Hymns (1799), Book III, 36.
I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek, more earnestly, his face.
’Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
And he, I trust, has answered prayer!
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.
I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once he’d answer my request;
And by his love’s constraining pow’r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
Yea more, with his own hand he seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
Lord, why is this, I trembling cried,
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
“’Tis in this way, the Lord replied,
I answer prayer for grace and faith.
These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may’st find thy all in me.”
6.03.2011
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