1/20/11

the song of the watchmen

I originally meant for this to be a song. The last paragraph would be the chorus. I'm not sure it would work though. Maybe I will one day but for now, it's a poem =D


the night is not still
feel the enemy moving
eyes all around
do they know they are losing?
the city must not sleep
or it will not wake
here on the stone wall
we watch for the day

darkness is crawling
a thick murky fog
it mocks our belief
some lose hope of the dawn
their shrieks tear into
the deafening silence
hush! the earth echoes
the music inside us

and in the chill of the night
a clear piercing voice
our hearts leap with hope
and the call to rejoice
we strain our eyes
we lift up our song
the Morning Star!
daylight comes

Meditations on Psalm 18

He bowed down the heavens
rode on the wings of the wind
His anger scorched the mountains
and the plates of the earth trembled in fear
Because He was angry.
This is my Father's love.
He heard my frightened call
in the secret darkness He whispered
comforted
held
healed
He spoke
they thought it was thunder
He sent lightning-arrows after my oppressors
they tucked their tails between their legs and RAN
He reached His hand down
into the waters
He drew me up into the oxygen of His delight
He is the flame in my little lamp
the Sunrise, my morning
He arms me with strength for the battle
I can run against a troop
leap the city wall
bend a bronze bow
the path may look impossible
but in fact it is perfect
my shield is unfailing.

For who is God, except the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God?

1/3/11

be my friend

Shall we stand in awe a little, together?
Let us discuss our great need and feel, together, the great ache of humankind.
Let us rejoice, together, in the miracle, the salvation which defies the laws of logic and understanding.
And if a few tears escape let us urge each other to be unashamed of the joy.
Let us point our fingers, let us redirect one another's attention to the goal.
Catch my hand when I begin to wander from the shadow of the cross.
Hold tight to pull me from the sloughs of despond and doubt.
Let us stay close in the cold of this world to fan each other's flame.
Let us build our friendship to last beyond time.

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