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...

Reformed euangelist of higher beautie
And higher loue that springeth forth from Truth,
Thou didst amend, according to thy dutie,
Thine indiscretions born of lustfull youth,
And didst so well, with wisdom from the tooth.
Repentance liued will giue the liuer life,
But sinne, redoubled daily, death and strife.
I read repentance in thy later verses,
And see the visions of the heauenlies.
Thy poetry baptizes and immerses
The rapt reader in sights diuine who sees
Life and the vanity of vanities.  
Saluation doth belong to those who bear
Witness of Him, the liuing Truth, in prayer.

I know a bird
Who knows the Word,
And, Lord, I've heard
   Him share it.
He'll use his beak
The Word to speak:
He's (tongue in cheek)
   A Parrott.

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.