Thursday, March 24, 2011

Mr. Satan, Sir.

The tapping of his shoes to a joyful melody.
Top hat tilted sideways in a sense of verily.
This harmless, gentle sight is also "the enemy,"
his arms wide open with a sense of serenity.

This Prince of Lies will make one's misfortune a treasure,
manipulate God's pain and turn sins into pleasure.
This gentleman soars low for his wicked endeavor.
His soft, calming smile makes deception look clever.

He will fetch you a chair, and velvet curtains will rise
Center stage, spot light, no noise, merciless,chaos dies
turns snakes into doves, you're deliriously surprised
It's mustard-seed effort, whistles and bells, tricks and lies

Curtain call, he takes off his hat, bows and you are awed
 the audience cheers, lights fade in, you stand to applaud
his slick moments and kind embrace can never be flawed
and there is a moment in time you think he is God


One doesn't see him coming, and calls him by his name,
he'll rip apart the soul, burn it in eternal flame.
Oh befriending the devil when the devil is vain!
He'll stab your back, chain you down, and drag you where he came.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Breakdown

"They found more."
That's all you have to say
and I'm paralyzed.
For once I want you to be safe.
You have no words to reassure me.
You never were one for comfort.
crying helplessly.
I stand on my own,
feeling guilty because I'm frozen.
"You'll be alright."
"Everything will be okay."
Will it?
I hope I'm wrong and you'll be healthy,
but I can't lie.
Who am I fooling?
Your eye sight is waning.
Your skin births big brown spots.
"They found more" is the phrase I never want to hear again.
Those three words can never be associated with something happy.
Not anymore.
How can it?
When the only time I have been hearing it, is when you're losing the battle,
and I feel defeated.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Matthew 12:18

"Here is my servant whom I have chosen, the one I love, in whom I delight; I will put my Spirit on him, and he will proclaim justice to the nations." - Matthew 12:18

Spiritual duties make my chest heavy with obligation
but the expectations are invigorating 
I feel pressures, but also more inclined 
He delights in me He has chosen ME
of all people, from any nation
me


Spiritual obligation sounds derogatory 
mostly just intimidating, sky-scrapper high
I can proclaim justice to the nations?
of all people, to any nation?
me?


Derogatory as it may sound,
I want nothing more than to be a servant
Proud I am, but stupid I am not
I'll serve on my knees, humbly
to disappoint Him would end me
of all people, of all nations.
me