The Resurrection
Will give you direction….
To play the chord for the Lord
And sing out His Word, The [S]Word
His grace has no delay
His pace will play…..
The chord for the Lord
And sing out His Word, The [S]Word
His eyes too pure to look upon sin
He keeps His promise to bring you in….
To play the chord for the Lord
And sing out His Word, the [S]Word
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me
And the Gospel goes with the beautiful feet
To play the chord for the Lord
And sing His Word, the [S]Word
Copyright 2023
Aug 5, 2023
Aug 5, 2023 at 5:28 PM UTC
Oh young woman still searching for love
Oh young woman reaching for what’s above
Now young woman what’s out in front of you?
Now young woman what are you to do?
So lovely that the men won’t leave her be
So lovely for that one man ought to see
See her not feeling her best today
See her later when she needs to get away
Be with her when she needs someone close
Be with her when she confides in you the most
She can afford a smile but you can’t with a dime
You would know this if you’d take the time
Take the time to know her and show her
What she means to you
When she leans in towards you
Just let her know
Jul 30, 2023
Jul 30, 2023 at 3:40 PM UTC
He is to the Father
As sunlight is to the sun
The Light
Which enlightens everyone
He is the risen Son
With unlimited candle power
So be ready, He comes
At we know not what hour
Of books He wrote none
He wrote in the dirt, but we know not what of
But He hasn’t left us invictus
He has illumined the convicted
God will save with few or many
Through the narrow gate
Some will be granted entry
To the estate
Now few or many are not enumerated
He’s not a mathematician (not here)
Love and grace are not gradated
He’s not a statistician (not here)
From the first Adam to the penultimate Adam
We’re all stained with sin
But because of The Last Adam
We get to win
Copyright 2022
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 4:39 PM UTC
How do you know what you know?
You know by stubbing your toe
Induction principle
Back to the future go
It’s epistemological
Is it all empirical?
Is it all observable?
I’m asking how
Atheist’s count
With numbers being abstractable
The induction rule
Is a Christian tool
By stubbing my toe
Against the bedpost
It comes into view
By stubbing your toe
Extrapolate, tow
The past is not material
In motion, or emotional
It’s not biological
Whose brains do we use
To arrive at truth?
No matter how hard you strive
Atheism’s a lie
Given an internal sleuth
We move from the toe that’s shod
To the toothpaste proof of God
Is insistence matter or motion?
This only causes commotion
To insist that you can live like a god
To persist that is false
It's to stumble instead of waltz
Yeah, there’s a dichotomy
And it’s a lobotomy
Reasoning becomes schmaltz
It’s tautological schism
An unreasonable prison
To assume atheism at all
Isn’t reasonable
He exists and that’s not fideism
Jesus the reason for reason
The fool only causes commotion
In everything you contemplate
Even Pyrrho and Descartes can’t help you escape
Because doubting isn’t matter or in motion
So don't assume like Hume
Or become a skeptic, that's hectic
So how do you know?
Thank God for me stubbing my toe
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 7:47 PM UTC
The silken curtains blowing in the wind
Two hearts turned towards each other
Gosh you smell good
And to see you from where I stand
I am thankful to be your man
Honesty from a spark
In a posthumous ****** sight
I replay you in high heels
Wondering why I can’t stay longer
Yeah why can’t I stay longer?
In the dark and light from lightning flashes
Two become one, yours and my heart crashes
And talk until the dawn
And the watching of the sun
I never want us to end
And as I yawn, it must seem
This is a dream
And you’re not really here
And yes it’s sad
A love kept dimensionally unrequited
You are Shalla-Bal and I am Norrin Radd
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
Let one thousand flowers bloom
But choose one to your liking
What a beautiful watercolor loom
Where we can intertwine our lightning
The sepal pedals must unfurl subtly
(then supplely) handle the pistil
Stigma, style, pollen so lovely
As is anther and stamen to fistle
We are told to talk lovingly to our plants
No trashing
I want to give this flower
A good tongue lashing
Then I’ll bump a daisy
And for her garden an Arum Titan
Flowers blooming and nothings hazy
As we sail on to the horizon
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 5:04 PM UTC
Grab for all the gusto you can
Because TV and beer are all I need, man!
Weltanschauung? Yes, it is one
Not a real complex decision
So, let us for a moment, and as we are able
Look at what hedonism brings to the table
Epicurean hedonism of the quantitative type
It’s what I mean to be more precise
If all there is, is pleasure,
And that’s what’s buried in your heart as treasure
Then you can't turn and be indignant
About anyone else who is just as ig’nant
After all they are just grabbing gusto
Maybe in a different form
But who is the hedonist?
To expect others to conform
to non-rationality
to being arbitrary
So what are we left with
When we look and see?
You can’t go beyond and seek a conception
When all is physiology,
and empiricism
and behavioral biology
And it can't be psychological
Because psychology is not made of matter
But these things do matter
How do we get to the ding an sich?
After all we don’t all share the same brain-ium
In fact, many don’t even use their cranium
So, we must challenge all the gusto grabbers,
Who’ll get upset
When others don’t live up to their double standards
Special pleading may sound valid
But if all there is, is motion and matter
Then it’s melancholy salad you’ll be served on a platter
So, let me say there’s nothing wrong with TV and beer
But that won’t lead you to the ding an sich
Or from the phenomena to the noumena
You need a Weltanschauung where the abstract can fit
and that helps us make sense
To have an apologia (a coherent defense)
How do we do it?
We intuit
As God expects us to think thoughts after Him
As the Father of lights enlightens a world so terribly dim
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
My first recollection of life was "Hey Jude" on the car radio
I thought that was the coolest thing I'd ever heard
But at three years of age how much living have you really done
And from experiences what have I learned?
Looking through electric blue
Then I was ushered through The Seventies
Outside a world in turmoil, inside me a battle raged
As this introvert digested all that he's seen and heard
And at decade's end was coming of age
Still looking through electric blue
So came The Eighties and poser's dues were due
This dillatante joined an air band every Saturday night
Loved'em and left'em
Does that light have to be so bright?
Still looking through electric blue
Through the Nineties and as the Millenuim approached things
seemed out of place
Kids are kaliedescoping everything
A change of guard I suppose, but I don't leave my post willingly
But I do leave a legacy in my poem tome
Still looking through electric blue
I forgot to mention the most important event
And before I close it must be said
That even though one day I will die
I will not be dead
Now looking (with a new perspective) though electric blue
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
I try to escape
From you there's no place to hide
Following me from the inside
I rub my eyes twice
Your walkin' through walls like a ghost
How do I let you go
Along comes silence
And the prison that that brings
Time to think of things
Got to get on home
Falling down the well beaten path
Fallout aftermath
Catch me I beg you
Don't just stand there and wait
In cadence of gait......
do something
Sinner and saint
Struggles writhing in my head
Are you really dead?
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC