Photo by Nadezhda Moryak
you say I know you but it cannot be
none can ever truly know what they cannot see
the inside lies that strike terror of ever being known
the inside lies that we cover with religious tome
we know all our finite minds can hold but no more
we profess our Faith and cry out to The LORD
for if The Blood of His Son could not atone for every sin
our inside lies would surely kill all infinite Hope within
Nostrils flaring like a dirt pawing Bull
oxygen to a flame it boils in its cauldron.
Feeding the raging fire it utterly consumes
annihilation of all in its path Anger has taken root.
The burden of Anger like a ton of bricks on your back
As it scalds your eyelids and your face is marred.
Anger screams , “you deserve justice and I will give it!”
yet it is only you who is poisoned and you who goes black.
…all civilizations, and ages both on earth and heaven hinges on them
…they profoundly transform those who hear, say, and believe them
…they annihilate shame, guilt, burden, loneliness,depression, and death
…they provide supernatural joy, freedom, and hope
…they expose and destroy all lies, suffering, and evil
…they hold all the mysteries of creation, time, and purpose
…they drag “lies” kicking and screaming into the light and banish darkness
…they wreak havoc on all evil authority and authenticity
…they redefine success and sincerity and sacrifice
…they are immediately understood and leave their mark when spoken
…they hold in their meaning all beginnings and endings
Three words…
“He is Risen”
her grey eyes so clear and intelligent
the unforeseeable future shadows our steps
her heart bleeds because others cannot see
the vast dark storm that will soon split the world in two
her ears hear the masses humming along
so immersed in their own lives that they are blinded
because she is old they do not listen
in the name of God receive the Salvation of Jesus
while you still can!
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I didn’t hit a single word today
My mark was off by a long way
I tried to reach you in my own way
But I’m three out of three today
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The Terror of The thirties, so say the Russians of old.
The Law of the first of December and no one could escape the woes.
Hundreds of thousands upon thousands dead in the snow.
The Linengrad devil tried to steal their souls.
Randomly killed for a quota and no outcry could be heard.
Stalin killed his own family just to feed his evil rage.
Rivers of blood shed we never seen to learn.
The terrors of the thirties let us turn the page.
The Sun has tilted and pulled all the light away
Her world is a hue of lavender blue
The dreams shifted inside her that day
and she stayed there all afternoon…
I am breathing underwater and not wondering how
I am praying to be rescued but not sure if the time is now
Gravity feels heavier than it use to but in the water I am weightless
I can no longer hear the angry world and could not care less
You are so close I can hear but not touch you
You are The Holy One well acquainted with Truth
Photo by Garon Piceli
It's gonna rain Glory, winds of this world are gonna blow away the chaff! He's a comin' to Reign, yes Jesus is gonna Reign! He is the Sun that warms the earth! He has put an end to sin and death! Oh yea, it's gonna rain Glory, Jesus is gonna' Reign !
Jill Autrey Dorman 