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So We Pierce His Side … Again

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We turn away from the wink and handshake with nothing said,

Flee from the decrepit, starving man as if we had no bread,

Pretend we don’t notice the beautiful girl the monster has eyed;

So unsheathe the silver sword; once again, we pierce His side.

 

Merchant tyrants laugh and brag and swag at suave cocktail deals,

While babies die, bombs explode, whole families look for meals;

Churches with groomed pastors naively sing and never play their part;

So unsheathe the silver sword; once again, we pierce His heart.

 

Where are my children, my boy and girl; do I hear their silent cries?

Does the sound rise above the nooks, crooks and preachers of lies?

Or have they been deadened already, never the chance to start?

So should their father take the sword to again pierce His heart?

 

But I, I Prayed

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But I, I Prayed

 

Though mouths of deceit and slander opened wide against me,

Returning love with words of hate to cut me so spitefully;

Joined together to make war upon Your child without reason,

Raining down torrents of terror on my goodness; turning treason.

 

But I, I Prayed.

 

So they would see me, turn away and whisper and shake their heads,

Never suspecting they’d return home to sleep in such cursed beds.

While no one may see God, God sees all, and the Lord heard my plea,

Merciful to the merciful, God strikes down the unjust in divine decree.

 

Because I, I Prayed.

 

Now nothing more to fear,

In arms so strong and dear;

Melody surrounds all around,

And I sleep safely in the sound.

 

Note: Moderately Inspired by the 108th Psalm, NETS (LXX)
 

Afraid

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Afraid to love,
And love to hate;
We reach above,
And fall to fate.

Afraid to embrace,
We embrace the fear;
No hope to trace
For those so near.

Afraid to dream,
And dream so dark;
Not but the scream
Of truth so stark.

Afraid to walk,
We cower so still,
And never talk
In our hell so shrill.

Afraid to learn,
And learn to fear;
So do we burn
Our soul so dear.

And never we see
This should not be.

Written by noblethemes

October 10, 2014 at 7:34 PM

Hopes and Dreams

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Hope deferred makes sick, indeed, the human heart,

Always obscure no matter how hard we pray and play our part.

Sick, worried, bereft of dreams, aimlessly we wander

So long in the wastelands of despair, good we no longer ponder.

 

Dreams shadowy, nebulous, planted in the nether shallow

By other-worldly hands in the Garden of All Souls Hallow.

How do they take root and grow neath the ground of Mystery?

These hope-filled dreams, ever-growing so elusively?

 

How do we enter through the Gate of the Burning Unknown

To pull or pluck our hopes and dreams so vaguely sown?

Or should we wait outside the Gate, vagabonds in begging,

For the Gardner to give us such fruit without charging?

 

For what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?

Ah! But what is life without the Gardner himself to sustain?

 

Written by noblethemes

October 5, 2014 at 8:34 AM

How Many Times? Victims of Hypocrisy

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How many times shall we be empoisoned by the bite of Red Viper;

Now to be gunned down, too, by her husband, the Sniper?

 

And how many times shall so many be deceived by Folly Leaf,

Lulled into shallow relationships ere all so brief?

 

How many more blows shall fall upon us from Iron Hammer,

Hotter than the fires of hell, cruel in heartless manner?

 

Each one puffed up proud in Jesus’ name, a religious braggart,

Though everyone knows their filth and how they have staggered!

 

Oh, how they love you, Jesus, and don’t you know they’re right?

Or is it you see their mired souls, black and bleak as night?

 

What will happen, then, when they meet you face to face?

Will you vomit them into Sheol, leaving their lives without trace?

 

Bathed by the Divine

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In silver stream waters, refreshing, she bathed me, Grace Unbounded,

While singing her hauntingly beautiful song in hypnotic melody.

Ah! By trees, flowers, silk air and woodland creatures I was surrounded.

And Lady Beauty atop the hill joined her voice in perfect harmony.

With all of the muck and mire gently scrubbed away, I was clean,

As Grace and Beauty kept singing, but sadly now for souls yet to glean.

 

Lamentations 3

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(An Adaptation from the ESV)

I am the man who has seen affliction,

Neath the whip of God’s angry lash;

He bound me, drove me into seclusion,

Into the darkness beneath divine wrath.

He has walled me in, no more to be free ~

Heavy has he made my binding chain ~

So I cry to God from the pit with my plea,

But who am I to lift my voice to complain?

Like a bear in wait, or the lioness in hiding,

God turned me round to tear into my flesh,

Leaving my bones to lie in desolation abiding.

Is there any grace for restoration afresh?

Remember my pain! Consider my wandering!

And the jeering, sneering, wormwood and gall!

My soul will not forget, in shame ever bowing;

Yet hope, too, I have when this truth I recall:

That the steadfast love of the Lord never ends;

His mercies shine with every new dawning.

Even divine wrath the love of God transcends,

So till he redeems will I weep without ceasing.

For I called unto the Lord and, aye, he heard;

He heard from the depths of the pit my dying plea;

God came near to save me with His glorious Word,

Who looked like a shepherd, who said, “Be free.”

“For to free you I came, and free indeed you will be,

And do not fear, my child; I will always be near.”

Written by noblethemes

October 2, 2014 at 8:02 AM

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