Enoch, prophet of the Living God,
Enoch, walker with God,
Seven generations from Adam,
Prophesied,
"The Lord,
With thousands of holy ones,
Came executing judgment.

"All unjust and ungodly ones
Whose unjustified castigations
Against God Himself
Have reached His ears
Stand now in judgment."

Their motives are exposed;
Their grumbling arrogance,
Their cavilling fault-finding
No longer hide
Their flattering lies,
Their avaricious lusts.

They are exposed.

The reason of life is for me to make
What is right, what is wrong
Only the ubiquitous gravity can regulate
My own assessment it cannot break
The outcome of choices is never in vain
These lessons, these trials that destine my fate
Define the greater demons I must burn behind the gate

I know my own treasures, I know my own thorns
There is little disparity among them
A treasure is never found, it's always made
And for a thorn, it’s just as the same
To assess them apart
I continue feeding my treasures and thorns
And discard the most malevolent of these ugly thorns

Good morning
Pink raised sun
Shine vibrant
Sun rays or is
This
Good Mourning
In beams to hope

Jesus will return clouded in glory
Eyes burn multitudes more than morning sun
Cloaked in purity
One Word in holiness
Helpless all will bend at knee shouting unworthy pleas
The time is nearing
His spoken sword piercing the just judgement
Can you feel the edge?
It cuts in the mind.
Either uncomfortable conviction
Or peaceful praise in His promises to come

it's nice how we all came together
to have this reunion day
a lot has changed since we've seen each other
but some things never go away

eyes look toward the lesser blessed
without understanding of their soul
we think we know a lot about each other
but some things we will never know

disgust on faces and ***** looks
she will never be our kind
voices mutter words of judgment
from behind the defining line

a woman walks off into the rain
as a Cadillac pulls away
they will never know her pain
at least not on this reunion day

If you've fallen short
You are not alone
If you are dying
It is we who must atone
For the failure of our disapproval
Because it is man who casts the stone
And not our God
Who invites you home

The scariest thing in life;
                      is not trying,
                      and being tried, then
                      judged on your action;
                      of inaction.