A clown came by
saw the look on my face
and laughed
i guess i cant pull off the mask
A magician came by
told me i was a disgrace
and laughed
I didnt even try to ask
An emo kid came by
saw the tear in my eye
and laughed
i guess the hair in my face doesnt work
A demon came by
even he started to cry
but laughed
he knows in what depths i lurk
What ever will I do?
Repent.
A minister came by
into his heart i did see
i laughed
He has the same sin as me
I didnt laugh at him
I laughed at us
We are the wretched poor
the entire human populous
Lets go now
To an Eden not of earth
Free from evil
Free from mirth
The time is now
and we must go
removed from this
endless freak show
The circus is gone
our performance is done
lets live our lives
in the light of the Son.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Orchestra
The pointer is up
And conductor is poised
And isn't expecting
This type of noise
His plans were so simple
But now covered in sweat
As the "musician" blares on
His awkward trumpet
The cymbals now clash
The crowd jumps with a start
It seems just as if
They all forgot the first part
Of the beautiful music
They were all meant to play
I guess it just slipped their minds
To practice that day
A painful disturbance
The pianist is making
The crowd now stands up
Such a beating they're taking
It is terrible enough
To make a grown person cry
As the flutist suddenly groans
And immediately dies
But one musician remains poised.
He waited patiently still
Without the ruckus distracting
He wouldn't react
To the others contracting
Then the pandemonium ceased
The crowd leaving, was staying
As the lone violinist
Began with his playing
It was a pouring of heart
Some just wont understand
The precision, the beauty
The moving of his right hand
One cant help but just listen
If you don't want to, you must
Because it's the only true way
To be free and to trust
The people were moved
clapping in awe, very loudly
And the violinist bowed
And gave thanks to them proudly.
In the end was applause
For the performer, a win
Because he didn't give in
To the myriad of sin.
And conductor is poised
And isn't expecting
This type of noise
His plans were so simple
But now covered in sweat
As the "musician" blares on
His awkward trumpet
The cymbals now clash
The crowd jumps with a start
It seems just as if
They all forgot the first part
Of the beautiful music
They were all meant to play
I guess it just slipped their minds
To practice that day
A painful disturbance
The pianist is making
The crowd now stands up
Such a beating they're taking
It is terrible enough
To make a grown person cry
As the flutist suddenly groans
And immediately dies
But one musician remains poised.
He waited patiently still
Without the ruckus distracting
He wouldn't react
To the others contracting
Then the pandemonium ceased
The crowd leaving, was staying
As the lone violinist
Began with his playing
It was a pouring of heart
Some just wont understand
The precision, the beauty
The moving of his right hand
One cant help but just listen
If you don't want to, you must
Because it's the only true way
To be free and to trust
The people were moved
clapping in awe, very loudly
And the violinist bowed
And gave thanks to them proudly.
In the end was applause
For the performer, a win
Because he didn't give in
To the myriad of sin.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Forgive
I will continue on with a similar thought from Linley Jones.
Forgiveness, in certain circumstances, does not involve a "Man A" and a "Man B". In many scenarios there is but one party, and that is YOU and YOURSELF. Forgiving oneself is a difficult thing to do. There is no one else that knows your innermost thoughts but you and Father so it becomes rather hard to relay to yourself what needs to happen within yourself. It is difficult for one to put oneself outside of the body and see the true crisis going on inside.
So stop. Think. What is making you unable to look into the mirror? What is making your heart feel this way?
Once one finds out what the plague is, the only way to end the battle within is to let God forgive you. Let Father forgive you. Ask Him. Ask Him passionately. Only then will you be able to forgive your own self.
If HE takes it then you dont have it anymore, do you? So give it and be free. Please.
For your own sake, for ours, let your heart be clean again.
We are dirty, perverted thieves without it. I want a clean garment.
Lord,
I pray that were released from our self-inflicted suffering. we lift our broken and filthy hands to be cleansed. I know we dont deserve it, but please, forgive us. We are wrong without your presence. Your love. Clean us, Father, our skin is black with earth. Free us from captivity. Us Israel. You YAHWEH.
In your sons name,
Amen
His son.
Forgiveness, in certain circumstances, does not involve a "Man A" and a "Man B". In many scenarios there is but one party, and that is YOU and YOURSELF. Forgiving oneself is a difficult thing to do. There is no one else that knows your innermost thoughts but you and Father so it becomes rather hard to relay to yourself what needs to happen within yourself. It is difficult for one to put oneself outside of the body and see the true crisis going on inside.
So stop. Think. What is making you unable to look into the mirror? What is making your heart feel this way?
Once one finds out what the plague is, the only way to end the battle within is to let God forgive you. Let Father forgive you. Ask Him. Ask Him passionately. Only then will you be able to forgive your own self.
If HE takes it then you dont have it anymore, do you? So give it and be free. Please.
For your own sake, for ours, let your heart be clean again.
We are dirty, perverted thieves without it. I want a clean garment.
Lord,
I pray that were released from our self-inflicted suffering. we lift our broken and filthy hands to be cleansed. I know we dont deserve it, but please, forgive us. We are wrong without your presence. Your love. Clean us, Father, our skin is black with earth. Free us from captivity. Us Israel. You YAHWEH.
In your sons name,
Amen
His son.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Help
The LORD is our Rock, our strong fortress. We shall dwell in Him just as He dwells in us. Our Father comforts us in times of sorrow and woe. My heart burns with pain but the LORD, YAHWEH, restores me with oil and water. I cry out, and He hears me. Our God is YAHWEH and He watches over His lambs. My soul runs dry but He fills it with living waters that rush out like a mighty river. I bow down and you touch my head with your healing hand. Save us, and save us again. We fall into the raging sea again and again yet you calm the waters for us every time. Be with us in our hard times. Perseverance is our hope and prayer.
We love you Father for our hope is in you. I pray for a creditless return on my part, and that all glory is Yours my Father.
Who is God but YAHWEH? No one. That's who.
Sunday is soon.
In the good times and the bad, your helpless son,
Landon
We love you Father for our hope is in you. I pray for a creditless return on my part, and that all glory is Yours my Father.
Who is God but YAHWEH? No one. That's who.
Sunday is soon.
In the good times and the bad, your helpless son,
Landon
Monday, January 7, 2008
The March
As the crowd marches on in my heart i move on to one thing after another.
I look around and my friends are not gone but i find myself still undercover.
A low profile i keep as a wander about and i look for You day after day.
I notice my feet, they are stuck to the ground and i pray that i dont go astray.
The march, it moves forward and im caught in the middle, i see light but i hope it grows brighter.
I stand still in the crowd and it makes me feel little, if i had one i would hold up a lighter.
And maybe i do, its just deep in my soul, if i reach i will most likely feel it.
its the effort that counts, its what will make me whole, those who march will most definately see it.
To them, maybe nothing as i atand here exposed, but to you I AM complete.
You move in my heart and im collect and composed, with You i am not obsolete.
In Him,
landon
I look around and my friends are not gone but i find myself still undercover.
A low profile i keep as a wander about and i look for You day after day.
I notice my feet, they are stuck to the ground and i pray that i dont go astray.
The march, it moves forward and im caught in the middle, i see light but i hope it grows brighter.
I stand still in the crowd and it makes me feel little, if i had one i would hold up a lighter.
And maybe i do, its just deep in my soul, if i reach i will most likely feel it.
its the effort that counts, its what will make me whole, those who march will most definately see it.
To them, maybe nothing as i atand here exposed, but to you I AM complete.
You move in my heart and im collect and composed, with You i am not obsolete.
In Him,
landon
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