Photo by Nicholas Githiri
Round and round the evil spins
traps young girls and kills young men
There is no right or wrong, no right or wrong.
Over and over inside my head I hear babies crying from the dead,
It’s been too long, it’s been too long.
The blood spills out, the drugs run in but we no longer call it sin,
can’t be long, it can’t be long.
Over and over inside my head I hear the words that Jesus said,
It won’t be long, it won’t be long.
Photo by Nicole Avagliano
I have held you from the beginning
Your innocence is a healing balm
Your laughter makes the world all right
Your smile gives peace and calm
You will not remember these infant days
When I rocked you in my arms
You will never know how you saved me
after my Mom was gone
I will not see you everyday
But you will still be my sunrise
I see your Mama in your face
and my Savior in your eyes
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I can’t seem to settle down
Feeling called to big sky
Times are hitting hard
The fear is a lie.
The Wilderness isn’t optional
Jesus went there too
I will trust him in this place
where only His Word is true.
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…
Photo by Wallace Chuck
I think I missed my cue
in the seismic gap between us.
The drama is widening it all the while.
There is a rawness in your eyes
burning ashes fill the sky.
The midnight train is passing by
is this my cue to cry?
A night so long and you move on
and I never say goodbye.
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Dreamlike orbs of light float by. I feel removed from afar. I compartmentalize the uncertainty of these times. It lessens the sharp edge of the unknown, of false information, and loss around every corner. This must be similar to wartime trauma, although in many ways no where near it. Yet still there is communal suffering in my world and there is idle time that cannot be healthy. Texas summer heat is unleashed. The sun beats down in all of it’s glory, unrelenting. Dozens of small wisps of clouds seem motionless in the watery blue of the summer sky.
Yet, in this stillness and overwhelming simplicity I know the Presence of God washes over me. Steady and strong, I know I am meant to live in this time. Right now I am alive. The sharp edge of the unknown lessens because of the Power of the name of Jesus. Yes, I am one of those who cling to the Power of the blood shed on His cross and the indescribable power of His Resurrection! Jesus alone!
I am able to live in the present most of the time as it is the gift He gives me. I am comforted by Him. The Alpha and Omega…The One whose name is Faithful and True. Today is what I have.
“I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True.” Revelation 1 9:11
Photo by Ünsal Demirbaş
Her Daddy was a Sheriff and his Deputy was her son.
She was more afraid of church folks than she was afraid of guns.
Her husband ran off for his moonshine and she was left alone and shunned.
Until one night on a full moon her mind became undone.
She awoke from a dream and in her bed was her Daddy and her son.
They laughed at her clown face where her makeup had all run.
So she grabbed the Sheriff’s shotgun
and fired and killed her son.
The Deputy died in the arms of his Father’s by his very own gun.
The next day she saddled her horse and rode away in the peace of the rising sun
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
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.
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!”