NATIONALLY CHRISTIAN

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WORD

GOD'S WORD

Not laced in hidden meaning

but made known

so that creation would know it's place of meaning

for the Father

stays close to His children

AMEN

Praise the Lord

AMEN

WHEN the light goes out

and the hope still resounds

AMEN

PRAISE GOD

When there's hurt pouring

and ripping through

And the threshold can't take too much more abuse

PRAISE THE ONE

I AM

AMEN

When we've all gone silent

due to the horrific

silence.

There's peace

Be still

Don't run

or take flight

For thy God

doesn't dwell far off

He's here

not in a temple

Praise GOD

AMEN

When the broken

and abandoned

have no home

and people are fleeing

from abomination

THERE'S HOPE

IF you can't see

and if the church, the bride

doesn't come

God annoints

not with Church budgets

but Blessings and Inheritance

The Sermon on the Mount

isn't dead

BUT IS CUT DRY TRUTH

PRAISE JEHOVAH

AMEN

IF you don't know a name to call God

See that He gives names

and He has called forth you into being

Simply being

Praise God

AMEN

When you think that there's nothing to look forward to

YOU, you Christian

Become hopeful again

Cause you need to see heaven

DEAREST FRIEND

For thine assurance

let it be found in the cross

In He who made 

a symbol of a sinners death

A Patrayal of Praise

He DEAREST

Praise God

AMEN

 

BUT NOW,

RIGHT NOW

backs to the wall

blindfolded

with scarlet letters

telling tales of the old self

over run by sin

The small foreigners
Sent out by the Lawless

have become invading giants

and everyone will recieve lashes

by which our burdens run deep

PRAISE GOD, LORD ALMIGHTY

For these people are citizens

dutiful til the end

and Patriots carry banners of MARANATHA

towards the HELM of APATHY

At the gates of our souls

We have lit torches

Calling at the KEEP of LIGHT

Saying the Sacred names

that our Fathers

could not have said

For we now walk with the Almighty

RISEN LORD

when this time comes chants of Praise

IN ALL OF OUR DAYS

HALLELUJAH TO THE HIGHEST

for our lows were not

far out of His reach

His love is far and wide

and exceeds the boundaries of our unbeliefs

We never knew to the extent of how you loved me

BUT NOW

NOW BRIDE

COME AND SEE

PRAISE GOD

AMEN

AWAKEN ME

And you cracked yourself into broken pottery

Caving into blindness

For you didn't see the mockery

In making God's image sightless

Who gave away free life for complaints

and Living Water for fine luxuries

Laid bare for...

You once fell prostrate before God

But now stripped of innocence

Let God, I AM, profess this

To THESE struggling

I AM says this

For God doesn't wish to oppress thee

But oppose the sin inside of me

Would you discredit my justice bride?

Church, would you condemn me to justify yourself?

I AM

Did I not form you?

WHo is this who won't move...?

WHo is this who obscures without knowledge

When I AM declare the means

Not to harm you,

To give you a hope and future.

Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation

Tell me if you understand

Who determined it's measurements?

Surely you know!

Can you lift up your voice to the clouds,
   that^(AI) a flood of waters may cover you?
³⁵Can you send forth lightnings, that they may go
   and say to you, 'Here we are'?

And how many times

Have you looked for me

and not seen this

and said "Now I see"

Have you even given orders to the morning

Or shown dawn its place?

That it might grab earth from the edges

and shake the wicked out of it?

The earth takes shape like clay under a seal

Its features stand out like those of

a garment

in these, I AM, I MOVED

DO you remember, Church

The Young, The Growing

The new you...

Or did the New Self once again become the Old too?

And you gave, caved, became broken to...

depression, peer pressure, negativity,

business, friends, drugs, cutting, pride,

anger, distractions, fears, and disturbances,

clicks, hate, selfishness,

CHILD, I AM isn't done with this

sports, perfectionism, prosperity, noise

And I AM has become a white noise

For you made a veil of distractions

But for you

I'm not done with this yet

Church, I'm still here

You're Dad's still me

You made the decision a while ago

To be free

THEN I WILL BE INDIGNIFIED
From the inside

Something felt once before
And this grace
will not be contained
I'll be aflamed
AWAKENED LIKE NEVER BEFORE

poem for the song Awakening

I REALLY DID IT THIS TIME

I... am a son of Adam.
She is a daughter of Eve.
Evil is the Cain that we shall concieve.
I am slave
Mastered by my likes and dislikes
I prescribe and ride waves on the island called, "god is ME"
But let's be real... at least pagans pretend it's spelled lowercase  "g"
I know the uppercase so I like to pretend that's me.
Even though I didn't die for anything
But this Sunday service communion cup was handed to me freely.
I can say, "Today I bear this fruit. A token of my pledge to say that, HEY I'M OF YOU."
But my ambitions and vision of my personal GoD... says I'm just what only I think that I can only see.


I... am a son of Abraham.
I lust open wide with incest
But if I see an abortion sign, truly I would protest.
But how many times to a feeling or urge have I regressed.
No, I haven't had sex.
Not with another woman
Not to make an offspring
But I'm faithless enough to let sex urges spring
Spring from my conceptions
And pretend to make misconceptions...
that maybe God didn't see the screw up.
Yeah, I really screwed.
Yes, well, this time I really did.
HONESTLY
But shhhhhh that's only for the concience to know.
Yeah, but I REALLY DID.

I... am a son of David
But not like David
Just of the royal priesthood
A fine line of Soloman unto Rehoboam.
My royalty makes everyone sucumb
You sucumb to this
This wish
This whining
This overall of  complaining
I wrote songs that contradict the book Psalms
Prayers drawn out long
about needs and wants
 Fine dressed royalty.
No tithing necessary.
Cause my religious aptitude comes with blessing and accessories.
On the package written in bold PRINT "FAITH'S NOT IN INCLUDED"
I buy mine with acts of kindness and a heap of piety.
My selfrighteous bigotry has protruded.

MOVEMENT

The great fragment of mind.
Hopefulness.Hopeful in the ONE WHO SAVES.
Turn over the Lifeless Graves.
ARISE NEW SELF. GOODBYE OLD SELF.
ARISE CHILD.
GOODBYE COMPLACENT WANDERER.
HELLO TRAVELER.
GOODBYE FAITHLESS.
HELLO GENUINE.
TENDER HEARTED.
Goodbye Quiet.
Hello bold.
Goodbye to the cold, a movement has provided warmth.
A soul moving towards goals.
I'm a movement. I'm sacrifice. I'm a voice in the wilderness. I'm a temple of action. I'm a moved heart. I profess and I'm a non-proffitt giver. I'm peacekeeper, not a redeemer, but we'll be moved and made whole by the resurrection til the very end.

I'm ascending because I'm done with descending. I'm done falling down in anything but reverence. I will not turn to be blind. When... I've been sought out, reconstructed, loved, appealed to, placed upon, poured into by grace. I've been reconstructed not for my ownself, but to glorify.

Do you hear it? DO you hear it? -There's a voice calling out in the wilderness... prepare a way for the Lord. This is the temple, this is the church and we through our movement and actions have become an opening for other. We will be a part of the baptism, preaching, and teaching of our sisters and brother. Cause I am the voice. I am movement.
BEHOLD, THE BEAUTIFUL FEET THAT MOVE.

THE LAST SUPPER

Inside the upper room of a one house they checked in. The Son of God and three men. Filled in around a table rather than nice pew rows. AND THE SON said: Take this... eat in rememberance of me. In rememberance of what? To what could you possibly mean? TO twelve sitting around a table that in the garden will get up and flee... Is this truly to show YOU... how you are forgiving?

Calling Young Sinners, Come Home

          White noise for promiscuous girls and boys. New toys made the sky rocketing of the pick pocketing brought to you by such and such fads. Call collect so that marketing can collect while you collect your new sense of identity and worth so that you can find a false identity, hoping that in four years when you finally reach early adulthood you might meet and become the real you. The presumptuous immoral compass... we put labels saying not for those 12 and under as if that which is not beneficial is a game to play with. But hey, you can legally become an alcoholic when you turn 21. And when you’re eighteen legally have as much sex that you can to deem kinky and as excessive fun. But really if you aren't caught Hollywood and golden globe nominees treat such touchy subjects as a playful strip tease that you, the general audience, can indulge in. No one's knees have to bow to moral and angelic decrees. We've kicked our next generation’s knees down to where they can feast the delicacy of infestations, pig slops of disease. Feasting upon what drives our culture in which the media prostitute sits her unGodly womb upon. That which fifty years ago was frowned upon. We are rolling around up and down in our dung pile of happiness... as if our own cheap occupancies can satisfy and quench such a royal and eternal vacancy. And such a God was mocked, defied, crucified. Pierced in the side. A prince then wrapped in cheap linen in a rich man’s tomb. Clothing for a dead man left in perfect order as evidence of a resurrection. And yet as we're inspecting we are still holding unto the earthly garbs of the evidence of a resurrection. We wear the cheap linen even though in our own guilt we bleed. We bleed out in our subconscious. We are soaked in things of a spiritual battle indwelling that some would call faulty apparitions or a blind, conceited, depleted hoax... but I tell you, this... this is no joke. Inspect. Inspect and interject in my indecency. Cause from far away you truly thought I was me. But really what I preach is only what I tell you to be. I'm the teenage day dreamer. Youth, which I think is stuck in a standstill. Look at me. I got all the time to kill. BUT!!! IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO FIND ANY FAULT ANY CRIME!!! You'd see that I have lied... that it's not after I was baptized that I had resurrected all these things. Those old ways! I've just turned the page to new days. BUT!!! Please if you would just look at this... touch this with compassion that I got a glimpse of from some scripture that painted my salvations picture... If I saw the Christ in you that was calling me home... Maybe, finally I would stop this promiscuous roam... If you calmed the current in this black hole...  And made adventures for a citizen’s soul. Then maybe, just maybe I would finally learn which way to go.

Pale Skinned Infant

I'm an infant of pale white skin. Bones scattered and thin. As if my own flesh and bones had no reason to move. This world being the big blind canvas. Shaded in a dark blue. Left looking for that which through my humanity I have been called into existence in a cracked, broken stance.
I'm the frail stance, saved by Mercy Hands over the killing of some merciless men. Body covered with telephone ads. Ads coated to the skin like a paper mache. Body tied by the coating of such a mache. Only the lips left to move... enough to call out this way.
WHERE'S THE FAMILY... that we once had... should have had... I thought I was born from a mom and a dad. But that ole abortion clinic made a one spouse a hopeful cynic cause boy you where no twinkle in that daddy's eye. And though God's made a miracle of you, the autism has still made you, by mother’s arms, casted aside. The cutting of the umbilical cord of this son... a proclamation, a celebration of the family... it's a shame it won't ever be done.
If only those bandages could speak... if only those telephones ads could really speak... if one unborn child could show the will to love and to hold and to feel. I wonder. I wonder if the stirring of the womb... if it would have ever been stilled. If we saw the dreams of an unborn before the curtain was torn and the injection was poured into the already living form. Abortions are not the answer to carelessness, lust, or rape-date-porn.
Telephone ads make for nice gauzes and pads. But the addresses of numbers tell of hopeful lawyers and practicians that I wish for my own sake could petitioned a better deal. And the rest are these: Those careless practicizing the American ideal that you can have what you want. Sex is the fast food train of society. Brown paper bags holding leftover burger scraps. Our new morality using dirty rags to cover up the 3 to 22 ounce life-stripped meat bags. The end result bringing two things shame and being sad.
And if we don't like the way that feels pop a morning after pill. The 21 century steal that won't change the way your stomach projects or the morning sickness you really don't wanna detect.
The 21 century abolitionists think they have saved young women from bondage and slavery, rather than having them take on the responsibility of pregnancy God gave thee.
I don't think the case for the woman carrying some extra baggage around for nine months will cause my mental structure to heal... or the dead to be able to taste, touch, and feel what life must really offer.
I am getting a taste of the life I thought I was to live.... because when I was casted and molded I was already confounding the laws of nature... that soul would be put in a single cell XY chromosome. Smaller than your doting of that i on that piece of paper as you signed that waver.
That new generation having a dependency even before the start of infancy. And yet because of a clinic souls live in fear of being put into a genocide... where the dependence on a physically mature shell is all they have to hide. But the fetus is too unformed to kick... isn't capable to yell. So how do you let them know that you confide in them before they rectify such a earth based hell?
Please someone... open up a census. Look at the names missing. Do you really get the idea? Are you sensing what I'm sensing? Or look at the empty desk seats in a school and then look at people like me who's protectors became fools. Our desires can become weapons, and hands unGodly tools.
I'm sorry I wasn't in the plan but it could have panned. What happened when on those supposed guardian wings of parenting that folly would rip a tear into understanding instead one shedding one single tear on selfish planning?
But please don't assume I think we should lock up the mothers of church's sisters and brothers. It's our societies teaching on morality that is on the decline. I'm just trying to spread some Godly wisdom. That maybe you too would see that when it comes to the responsibility of caring for the unborn he's and she's that from the genetic code at conception has already been planned 9 months before infancy. I hope you take the situation more delicately, that you are nursing the next generation. That your womb and your seeds create a place for the sacred, holistic plantation. Sins do not carry unto offspring. Only the consequences the choices bring.