The National Doubt Crisis

The National Doubt Crisis

America,
land of the free
But home of the slave.
Can't move cuz you're bound
By question-marked chains.
When did your roots
Turn into flowers on a grave.
When did the Truth
Become just another debate.
He says, she says,
So you just call it stalemate.


Your eyes are so fixed on the ebs and the flows of the DOW jones
That you never even notice the blood from his bones.
Can you hear his cries, his moans?
Or Are you pleased with more earthy tones.

He did not come to take the keys
To conquer death, hell, the grave
For your degrees.
For six figure salaries.
To save the whales or the trees.
But He came and he died for the bending of knees.
For the mother who weeps for her child's miseries.
For the father who is drowning in lifes tempestuous seas
For the child who found no more hope, and in life no more peace.
It.
Is.
Finished. And it ceased.

I can hear him say It
I can gear him plead.
" it's a matter of national security
Get rid of your insecurity
And all your past infirmities
And put your trust in me."
You see
He is the president of this holy nation
And he governs all creation
But his capital is Washington JC
And his white house is me.

Four more years, four more years
Cuz I'm calling a ballot for reelection
Don't you see it's not death I vote for,  but resurrection.
Theres only one hope for the broken.
Only one choice for this land
Only one camapign slogan
And it's
"Yes, God Can."

The Ungrateful Blood Donor Recipient

Oh, if we knew the power of that precious blood,
what would we do?
Would we sit on folded hands?
Surely we would shout a mighty shout of thanks.
Or would we revell in our own demands?
When waters of life wash away hope,
would we trust the solid rock that stands?
Dost the Rock of Ages build our house?
Or we labor in vain upon the sands?

Oh, if we knew the power of the Blood of Christ,
what we would say!
Would to God, the lips of man be fresh with humble praise.
That glad refrain from our hearts would shine out like noonday.
"The perfect blood of the Lamb that washes all sin away."
Oh, how oft and ernest we would pray
if we really knew the power of the blood today.

Oh, if we knew that cleansing power,
how it would tear down the walls of apathy.
How we would trust that blood.
How we would live in that healing flood.
How thankful we would ever be for that precious blood.
If we only knew.
If I only knew.
If they only knew.

The Tower

Inside the name of Christ, the tower,
I am preserved.
Inside the name of Christ, whose power
I surely don't deserve.
Let me hide, Son of Man,
in the power of your name.
Let me refuge when the storms
come crashing in.
The tower of protection waits
for whom it may impell.
The song of redemption calls
for my weary soul.
This Tower stands as a beacon where
all of man can journey there.
I know not how or why or when
but I know my soul will hide therein.

Rags to Riches

My righteousness is filthy rags,
but you have made them clean.
It took the precious lamb and the cross he drags
to take away my sin.
The robes of white I wear today
are not of my own dye.
They're preparing me for the day
I meet my saviour in the sky.

The Voice is greater than the tree

Human excellence, like the dollar, is only as good as the belief in its validity. Knowledge puffeth up like inflation. Just doing "good" is like paper money not backed up by gold. Without the gold it is nothing but delusion. Delusion that you are close enough.

Human Abasement is what it is deemed. We draw different lines that are never equal but always crossed. To say something is evil is to imply that you know good for yourself. As if good is a friend and evil is that friend's worst enemy. Evil hates good and good hates evil; we all hide behind the leaves we choose.

But we have forgotten who has created the tree. Life is not about the tree but about communion with the voice who spoke all things to existence. We hide behind our notions of good and evil. We all mask ourselves with the belief in ourselves and what we do. We have become afraid of the Voice. Afraid of its wisedom. Afraid of its judgement. Afraid of its power. Afraid it will expose our cowardess and human frailty. Hiding from this perfect communion would be to deny our very purpose. And I, for one, am done hiding.

I am done hiding.

Windows

Like windows to my soul,
My frontlets need be closed
to the things that let in all the cold.
What I choose to see
is what I choose to be
and the choice is mine to uphold.

Wash my eyes, Oh King
from the dust and filth
that can distort my point of view.
Make the colors of my life
an acceptable hue
and the pupils of my heart
eternally see-through.


Psalms 101:3 says, "I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes, I hate the work of them that turn aside. It shall not cleave to me." That verse was written in a time when in order to see something with your eyes you had to physically see a situation in real life. It even more should be applied today in an age where television, the internet, and other forms of electronic devises can spue out so much filth that can be seen with our eyes on a daily basis by the press of a button. Our eyes are the "windows" to our soul therefore we should guard what we see so that our souls wont be effected. Not only what we physically see but also how we choose to view situations is also questioned in the poem. It is important for christians to guard what they watch. Windows are for looking out but also for looking IN. People need to see purity in us and not second-hand dirt that we picked up while watching something ungodly.

Advocate

I saw him.
I heard him.
I know what hes done.
Im a heinsight witness
and I pronounce him guilty of wrong.

If it pleases the court,
I call Caleb to the stand.
Sit alone, young man.
Judge on the left,
Prosecutor on the right hand.

Who here can deny his guilt?
Who here could defend?
Who here can speak on his behalf?
Who here could represent?

I can.
I am the Lord God Almighty
and I am his defense.
Died on the tree for recompense.
The verdict is sealed.
the eternal sentence
is life and life more abundantly.
With me.

Romans 8:18

When Im lost, When Im feeling all alone.
My strength is torn.
When my faith is weak
and the monkeys on my back,
they climb inside.
I know that you are with me,
but do I hear your voice?
In spite of all my pain,
despite of all this noise?
This wretched man with these
empty priorities,
is crying at his knees.

Its not worthy to be compared
to when I finally see the glory that is revealed.
and when im finally there
For all eternity,
My Savior I shall see.
Ill praise my God my king.
And on that glad morning,
all my suffering
was not worthy to be compared.

I used to live my days
for this present time.
Filling up my waiste
of Life's worthless rhyme.
But now I live my days,
my minutes, my seconds, my hours
only for your grace;
your redeeming power.
When your filled with strife
and the worries of this life
just remember Pilgrim
that this world is not your home.
This world is not your home.

Its not worthy to be compared
to when WE finally see
the glory that is revealed.
And when were finally there
for all eternity,
our Savior were gunna see.
Well praise our God, our King.
And on that glad morning
all our suffering
was not worthy to be compared.

The Laodicean "Faucet"

I use a faucet to wash my hands.
Turn the knob, turn the knob.
Find my desired temperature.
I need to be comfortable,
I need to be warm.
But He would rather me hot or cold.
He would rather me in or out.
He would rather me mild or bold
Refrained or ready to shout.
God Forbid we cower between the lukewarm
of ease and comfort and indifference.

Life, the Pyrrhic Victory

Prosperity is the wine of fools.
Drunk with the world and its
fortune and fame
You get the pleasures for a season
But the eternal season remains.
Reaching to attain
a prize that can never be gained.
A few good memories
of a life that will one day be undone.
Sand castles when the storms come
are only dust and earth.
You could gain this whole world
and lose your soul;
Tell me, what is it worth?

"<"

When the Sun competes for sunshine,
When even the air has lost its breath,
When a thousand birds stop their songs
to hear what's coming next,
When the darkness is afraid to stand
because light has shined intense.
When all nature is jealous of beauty
that has surpassed its greatest lengths,
When joy and peace and love
are spoken of in present tense.
I know what's next,
I know the rest,
It is you and nothing less.
Im blessed.

Abolitionist

I see chains.
I see the bondage of these reins.
Crack the whip.
Show the crimson man
who is master of days.
Master Doubt, Master Worry,
Master Guilt, Master Pains.
Slave masters to this generation.
It drains.
Drains it from the strength it contains.
But I hear a voice,
A sound of rushing mighty wind,
it proclaims,

Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
I'm an abolitionist.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
I'm an abolitionist

I can do nothing with voice, but deed
To save not a color or creed,
But a generation that is not afraid to be freed.

Watch these chains break.
Watch the slaves who are free.
Watch them dance in ecstacy.
Watch them become
All that I wanted them to be.

I'm an abolitionist
I'm an abolitionist
And I have an interest

In you.

Foxes and Frogs

I have sweet grapes
Turn it into new wine
I'll never thirst again
I'll never fail this time
Jawbone is my weapon of choice
Killed ten thousand infadels
But the lady was my vice
It was the cunning
The sly
The little foxes that spoiled the vine
Got the large mammals down
But the little creatures crept inside
Thought I was fine
Thought I was fine

Now that theyre here
I dont know how to recompense
Add up all my failures
And the sum is immense
They'll be on my bed
My floors
My house
My doors
you say
Choose your way
Why sleep with frogs
When you could leap for joy today?


This poem is about the two step process of falling away from God. You make sure and keep the "important" things in check but let the little things slip in and slowly those start to effect you. The little foxes that spoil the vine is made mention in proverbs. The jawbone reference is referring to Samson and how he was so annointed and followed after Gods plan for his life but let the little things slide.
The second portion of the poem is inspired by Pastor Robert Wahler. The frogs were a plague on the Egyptians in order to let Gods people go. When Moses asked Pharoh when he wanted to get rid of the frogs and pharoh said "Tommorrow". The poem is all about taking care of those things today and not pushing it off until tommorrow. "Today is the day of salvation".

"Precious" Mind

Who knew angels would have blue eyes?
Who knew my guard would have curls?
Who knew there was inspiration left in this world?
Who knew integrity and truth could be manifest in a girl?
Who knew that comfort and tranquility had fair skin?
Who knew that love was "next of kin"?
I knew. I knew.

No tumor, whether small or far grown,
Could ever damage the most beautiful
mind I have ever known.
Whether the good Lord heals your mind or no,
surely that selfsame mind
has been used to heal many like me
Who knew not all they could be
until you made them see.
Made me into the man I am this day.
Made my hands to speak
when my words couldnt say
how much I love you,
"Precious"

Hem

I've had this issue for years.
Pushing through the crowds,
Its time to conquer my fears.
Its not an audience that he wants
But the touch of the sincere.
I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy
But if I could just touch that hem,
I could be healed.
If I could just touch the end,
the tip of your grace would be sufficient for me.
I'm not worthy for the collar or sleeve.
But the hem is in proximity
to my bended knee.