Friday, August 29, 2008
God's Will
As I wait and listen for a word
To come and stop me, from a bird
Or message or letter. T’is absurd
To hesitate… my mind is blurred…
God in heaven! I pray to thee hard.
Send to me your Will through a Bard,
Who is Your Spirit, perfect, unmarred.
Heal my war torn heart, shard by shard.
What is Thy Will, mysterious, true;
What is it that you’d have me do?
To speak my mind, or to see it through
One road to me, another, You.
Thus I lay, then with a start
I grasp how dark is my heart
Patience! God will soon impart
His Great Will, His Perfect Art.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Requiem of the Dark
Feel the wind? T'is strange today,
Thick with the smell of the rain
For the waters are filled with blood.
The vials have been poured in the flood.
Angels cheer, for the Lord is just.
They cry, "They have killed your prophets!
Let the vials flow into the dust!"
Our prayers of peace are as forfeit.
For the world does not repent,
Nay, it curses God's own name.
And so the sixth vial, it is sent,
Alas, our answer is the same.
Feel the wind? T'is strange today.
The sixth vial, it has flowed away.
The final pours under the sun.
A voice is heard; hear? "It is done."
Thick with the smell of the rain
For the waters are filled with blood.
The vials have been poured in the flood.
Angels cheer, for the Lord is just.
They cry, "They have killed your prophets!
Let the vials flow into the dust!"
Our prayers of peace are as forfeit.
For the world does not repent,
Nay, it curses God's own name.
And so the sixth vial, it is sent,
Alas, our answer is the same.
Feel the wind? T'is strange today.
The sixth vial, it has flowed away.
The final pours under the sun.
A voice is heard; hear? "It is done."