Friday, May 18, 2007

Majesty, Kings and Grace

We search for majesty, kings and grace
Pining for dignity behind necktie and lace
Prim and proper in gardens grown
Fields of dirt from nothing sown

Wounded hearts and paper cuts
Starving children in garbage dumps
We search for answers, seek the truth
Living waters, fountains of youth

God becomes second, world becomes first
One becomes treasured the other gets cursed
Money for pleasure, money for pain
Some for the debt the other for gain

Turn from the ravage we see on the screen
Awake from the nightmare call it a dream
Flee from the battle field, flee from the home
Run from commitment and all they have known

Dance without dignity, sway without shame
Give reason for sin and give sin a name
Bathe in the waste, wash with the dung
Believe that it’s heaven, lie with the tongue

Seek for false majesty, kingdom and grace
Pine for the fake and live for the chase
Plant your own garden, eat of what grows
Live for the moment, reap what you sow

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Behind Mirrored Glass

Piercing light from up above
Shining down to pierce the soul
Hearts lay out on the cutting room floor
Behind mirrored glass for all to see

Judging, judging, judging gavel down
Stones thrown at the hand that feeds you
Hold the man under the scope
Evil eyes looking deep within

God’s earthly voice is slapped around
Pointy fingers all up in face
God’s anointed bare, on trial
Numbers, words looked over with fake smile

Accountability screams the mad man!
Bare yourself for all to see
Drooling lips and gnashing teeth
From their chairs with feet in concrete

Judging, judging, judging gavel down
Red circles dawn the page
Man of cloth be broken down
The sheep attack the shepherd

Evil in the hearts of man
Deep within and guarded tight
Let us see what you have done
All of you and none of me

Accountability screams the mad man!
Trust was never their forte
Deeper issues lie among them
There, there is the hypocrisy!

Man of God is beaten down
Vision drowns in lake of vain
Carry on; carry on your beaten brow
They line up one by one to tear you down

(I'll give you a nickel if you can figure it out :o)