Job's Song

In broken, beaten words and sobs
I bring you all I am.
One heart, two hands, one weakened voice
A poor, disheveled lamb.

Life has left its livid scars
And love left naught but pain.
The sun is hidden, wrapped and cloaked
In endless, drenching rain.

But still I cry, before the world
That tries to bury me.
And still I stand and still I raise
My arms in praise to Thee.

And though, Lord, I exalt You
Through one thousand streaming tears.
I will sing in adoration
For the next one thousand years.

Vanity Fair

Jeweled color, bright night
Buying, yelling, laughing, dying
This is where we sell contentment
Happiness and love and lying.
Living stupefied and numb
To danger. Grasping, twisting, crying
Locked together, held by fear
And desperate to drag the
Pilgrim into all the whirling
Color, down into the pit and
Hold him, silent and secure.

Yet he fights the hollow voices
Holds his ears, continues walking
'Til his steps are stopped by ropes
And all is clamor, Screeching, squawking
Judging, hating, hurting, beating
Then he hangs and whimpers. Mocking
Fills his ears and pain fills up
The empty spaces. Suddenly a
Flashing light that drowns and smothers,
All the colors.
Pilgrim falls.
But Faithful rises.
Safe and sheltered, after all.

What a Difference a Day Makes

With terror and perfect peace waging war in his mind
He enters the chasm of despair
To the joy of those who put him there.

As the stone covers the entrance The last rays of light
Glimmer into the eyes of ravening death
And hope, precious hope, holds its breath.

Then absolute darkness is pierced by power that knows no bounds
And puzzled death is left to hunger
Empty, angry, powerless, in wonder

And when the stone is rolled away, and earth's light returns
Hope, substantial now, iron-strong
Is Faith, and lifts its mighty song

Oh King, live forever!

...wait...

We live in hidden Love.
It has been eclipsed,
And the world is dark,
Cold, grievous, stark
Full of the deafening echos
Of pain.

But when the shadow has passed
And Love is revealed,
It will blind our earth eyes
Burn through the doubt, the lies
And leave only the holy sound
Of His Name.

And we will see what was there, all along.
With the light of true love - Clear, Pure, Just, Strong!

Joie de Vivre

We
Sit here
Waiting for
The rising sun
And breathing in joy
With great lungsful
Of precious
Morning
Air

Rooftops and Shepherds

The clean, cloudless skies
Bless the shepherd boy's eyes
As he walks tall and strong,
Poor, humble, Invincible!

Oil that's falling
Down hair,
Over cheekbones
That glow with the fire
of the calling.

Then cries, and shouts
War, blood, fear
Guilt...and the world
Stops.

While the chosen one waits
With a dull, nauseous ache,
For redemption.

Painless

Can a life that feels no pain
Be taught to suffer?

Can a belly that has never ached
Learn to fill those who hunger?

I am surrounded by the richest of Love's treasures;
My man, my children, my family
How long have you given them?

Yet, I rest in the
All-consuming joy of my Savior.

And I wait here, and
Pray in my comfort-

Lord break my heart,
Before life comes to
Break it for me.

While the choice is mine,
I beg for a heart like Yours.