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

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

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

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

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

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

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