City Girl Angel

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Photo by Keenan Constance 

 

He said he could never forget his city girl angel

under the silver moon of the Lone Star state

A fast moving Angel with lightening in her eyes

she could never abide anyone being fake

 

She loves the deep blue sea and the endless Texas sky

She is not a big crier but doesn’t like goodbyes

Sunday morning Allelujahs  clear through Saturday night

She is his city girl angel with honey in her smile

 

He said no one can forget his city girl angel

She is kind and funny and wild

So the night she died on that Texas highway

She simply smiled at him and took her flight

The Boulevard of Paper Chains

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Photo by Jou00e3o Cabral

 

There are no more people on the boulevard

they have been locked away with paper chains

The humans became a commodity in exchange

the Truth has been lost in the game…

 

God have mercy on the boulevard

Bring your children home

Do not let these paper chains

bind our hearts stone cold…

 

The Steeple Green

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She ran away with fear and a string of lies
She idolized her anger but could not hide it in her eyes
She grew up kneeling upon the steeple green
She grew so weary of trying to be clean

One day on her knees again she heard The Holy voice
“Rise up, my daughter walk away from this noise.”
She stood up and cast those idols back to hell
And tore off the string of lies she had to tell

“I have made you blameless and set you free in life
why do you still cling to death which can never be clean?”
She cried for joy and danced before the LORD God
and chose life that day upon the steeple green.

 

To Him who is able to keep us from falling and to present us before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy…to the only Wise God our Savior be glory, majesty, power AND authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen. Jude 1:24

Early on We are taught…

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Photo by Johan Bos

 

Early on we are taught 

Time is all we’ve got

and then we learn it’s not…

 

Grief comes to call

at some point

for us all, it’s true…

 

In the bubble of our backyard

we grow not knowing fear, it’s true

Dad is a super hero, Mom is always near…

 

Now we know those still waters 

let us grow, it’s true

no one can take that love from you.

 

Now we are old

and we know Time is brief 

like melting snow and falling leaves…

 

In the meaning of it all

we learn Time means nothing at all

It is  love that is never small, it’s true

Caraway Street

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Photo by Artem Saranin 

I heard the devil is hanging round down on Caraway Street

He’s  looking so good and  singing so sweet.

 

The ladies how they love him, the men like his treats

Oh yea there’s hell to pay down on Caraway Street.

 

Lord,  they say the devil is dancing on Caraway Street

Drinking tastey wine and he’s so quick on his feet.

 

The ladies stand in line because they can’t wait to meet

The men who love the devil on Caraway Street

Like a column of marching Nazis jackboots

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Photo by sebastiaan stam 

 

Like a column of  marching Nazi jackboots.

The Merchant of Death has goose-stepped his way in.

There is no more denial in this hideous illness.

Streets are deserted and creation weeps in stillness.

The politico has become the other greater enemy.

Hatred is ravaging the souls of men.

Oh God deliver us from evil, deliver us from this dark night.

Thank you for your everlasting faithfulness and light!

 

Daily there are new hits

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Daily there are new hits.

The death toll rising and no place to sit,

at the table of commerce there is hunger and doubt.

Some will be let in but so many left out.

 

So  a new reality is here.

In whom will I trust and whom will I fear?

Will people be kind and help stop the bleeding?

My country is dying and my soul is grieving.

 

Decency and kindness are being crucified!

No one tells the truth, the media is all lies!

My soul is crying in the long dark night!

Deliver us oh God with your Holy light!

 

Never let it be said of this patriot here,

that she ever gave up her country so dear!

Let her be remembered as a woman who prayed,

“In God we trust until the end of days!”

 

 

 

The Way…is waiting and calling…

 

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It’s always been broken and now it’s on fire.

The world is so angry and so very tired,

But there has always been an answer.

There has always been The Way.

For all to be forgiven and start again today.

The Way might be a walk through the fire.

It might be a walk through The Door.

The Way stands there waiting and calling…

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.”  John14:6,7.

I know up ahead there is a stream…

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Photo by Louis

I listen to the sound of my boots on the ground.

I walk these dry roads, it is just me.

Nothing but my footsteps makes a single sound,

but I know up ahead there is a stream.

A stream in the desert of loneliness.

A stream that flows for all mankind.

A stream where all people can be washed clean.

A stream flowing with the Water of life.

Each one will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert… Isaiah 32:2

I don’t trust you but I’ll try you…

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Photo by Zukiman Mohamad

He smiled with no malice when I said, “I don’t trust you but I’ll try you rather than stay the way I am.”

 “Well, at least your honest,” he replied adding, ” I can work with that. “

So, this man had a sense of humor and his eyes danced like chocolate stars.

His face was not handsome and his hands looked rough and scarred.

There was a warmth and strength in his voice that I’d never heard before.

A sound of gentle peace fell before me like a tide pool near the shore.

We must have walked for hours but I was not tired or worn.

He  told me every single thing I had ever done before.

I cannot express with words the happening.

A wonder of  transformation began to form.

I was then and then I was new and I trust Him forevermore.