Hadn't
Wishes in a wishful God's voice
Risen hours, reminding worth asking
World's to weigh, wait on misery's choice

Found two, by myself
Remember, to linger with prayers legend
Twain, a salt between here and health
Is still you, a requited vanity to mend

Mercy, with an opinion longer
Than a tongue has a right?
Imagine a halt of habit, stronger
And the seldom of heaven, is why might...

Has don't for a friend
Speed and vehemence...
Special to me, a future to lend
A chaste works like my time, sincerity

Time to show the truth...?
A good time, that leads happenstance
To a whole example, of pride becoming couth
Share the eye's of youth; before a stare becomes age's heaven...

It says,

“For all have sinned

and fall short of the glory of God!”

So, I ask you,

just how much have

I sinned in comparison

to the pedestal you

set yourself upon?

How much have I plummeted

beneath our great Lord's

merciful feet,

when I dare to challenge

the oppression of earth's

white-man evangelist bigotry?

I ask you,

most wise and knowledgeable

devoter,

just how far do I fall

from the Lord our God's

reaches of heaven

when I have questioned

on the magnitude

of our fellow man's

prejudice and injustice,

and you have not?

If you stay in my corner?
God, what is there to fear?
You have that power to stop envy?
To stop hate, to correct mistakes
God, stay in my corner and stay great.

You see through falsehoods and pretense.
You're a wise spirit about pretense.
You make the liars' man up and use common sense.
God, stay in my corner?
Through wars you my force field and more.
You're the CREATOR of love.

We just need to use it, promote it, and show it.
Even in dealing with certain idiots.
To which we all are one.

God, stay in the World corner.
Love us, instruct us, teach us everything you request.
We owe you our best.

The best men and women
in this life are not the
holy
or the righteous. They
are not
found in the
church or temple.
We live in a world
where religious
virtue
is conflated with
bigotry, racism,
and hatred.
Only the godless are truly
good.

Once my heart was dead
Then You revived it
So now it is desiring this
That I will hear its beat with the same rhythm as Yours
And its pumping will go as fast and slow and hard and flowing
Longing for that joy when a soul comes to their knees and pleads
May it break for what is breaking You, seeing this world so lost
Then loving, truly loving
Them whom You gave your life on the cross for
Because my heart started living
When You first gave life to it
Now my heart is alive like never before

Your hands, they're trembling again.
Mine are too.
I reach out to save you,
but suddenly I'm grasping a ledge.

I didn't ask for this, but somehow,
I gave myself a role.
You didn't ask for this, but somehow,
I claimed you as mine.

There's so many of you!
What am I supposed to do?
Can I even do anything?

No, I can't.
I can't save even a single life.
That power doesn't lie with me,
not in the least.

Yet there is a hope!
A hope beyond me.
A hope that transcends time;
a force greater than I can imagine!

On a tree, this hope was hung.
A man judged for all time,
A God who sacrificed all he had,
for the sake of monsters like us.

Yes, this hero, this God-man, this Jesus
died and was raised to life.
This Savior who came for us,
who claimed His children's lives as His own.

He will save you, not me!
I have no hope to give on my own,
but that Jesus died, bearing your sin
and killing it forever.

He will claim those who are His,
and He will save them.

I'm no savior, and I don't have to try to be.

God will love us all
If we stop doing ***-sin;
If not, he'll smash us.

Sin-free to Heaven
Sin-laden to deepest Hell;
So, burn baby burn.

The birds in the sky
Watch sinners going to Hell
And go tweet tweet tweet.

Thus: all ***-sinners
Get your rocks off pretty sharp:
Hellfire's on its way.

Is she a pretty hippy
coming at me with that "you're a fine piece of meat" smile?
Flowing long dress c. 1873
wild hair twisting to her *******
Gracefully she shuffles, feet never leaving the grass

She hands me a pamphlet
I see a ragged leather Holy Bible in her hand

Do her eyes wish I was her husband:
born again Christ Man first, and lover later?
Do you imagine our wedding was today:
communion first and consummate later?
"No thanks, I'm sorry darling"

She and her friend get kicked out of the fair
and she probably felt bad *** for it

They run and run and run
It seems, with little time to feel the sun
And yet, what they have begun
Is something that can easily be undone.

Dodging the trees here and there
They run through this thick and heavy air.
An end to this overgrown forest do they give silent prayer
But little do they know that they’re on the path to despair.

They hide from the sun’s bright
For they know not of its delight,
And instead they run to the darkness on the right
Thinking they will find some light.

However, their path is crooked and steep
As they run through the forest deep.
They are like lost sheep
Not realizing they need to awake from their sleep.

They see others running passed the trees
Dodging them with ease.
They wonder what makes the others so pleased
To be running through this breeze.

The others also fall down,
But they get back up and help those around.
While they run through darkness abound,
The others run through bright clearings round.