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Friday, January 27, 2012

"Piece" Sells...

as it is written:
  “None is righteous, no, not one;
  no one understands;
  no one seeks for God.
 All have turned aside; together they have become worthless;
  no one does good,
  not even one.”
 “Their throat is an open grave;
  they use their tongues to deceive.”
 “The venom of asps is under their lips.”
  “Their mouth is full of curses and bitterness.”
 “Their feet are swift to shed blood;
  in their paths are ruin and misery,
 and the way of peace they have not known.”
  “There is no fear of God before their eyes.”
  Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin.
(Romans 3:10-20 ESV)

 We taste death every time that we draw a breath
And it don’t any get better
No matter how many years we have left
On this planet, we inhabit to wreak havoc for generations to come
We live by the sword, and we die by the gun

The type to shoot first, no asking
I just reload when I’m finished
Watch the light leave your eyes, then turn and ask your wife,
“Hey babe, what’s for dinner?”
Because if I’m not carvin’, I’m starvin’;
You bet your life that I can eat for days
For me, Valhalla is always rising
And my left eye’s looking crazy

Just like bulls on parade
We rally with a pocket full of shells
Doing what’s right in our own eyes
And you know we love to give ‘em hell
So, I’m not buying in to what you’re saying
Because in the end, “piece” sells
Profit margins increasing every year
While filling up school lockers like prison cells

Click goes the hammer, clank goes the slammer
But that homeboy had new Jordans
And Gilbert Arenas was the answer
Because I’m a pro when it comes to this
Catch him slippin’ in the lunch line
Bullet wizardry, a masterpiece
My own private Columbine

So now I stand before the Judge
No period to my sentence
A life of run-on pain
Like I was Prefontaine (minus the finish)
Lines drawn in the sand
Crossed every time without repentance
Treated darkness like a friend
Only to find it to be the very bane of my existence
Pushed life to the limits
Until death started pushing me back
Now it’s too late for a plea…

Sin is still whack.

 What causes quarrels and what causes fights among you? Is it not this, that your passions are at war within you? You desire and do not have, so you murder. You covet and cannot obtain, so you fight and quarrel. You do not have, because you do not ask. You ask and do not receive, because you ask wrongly, to spend it on your passions.
(James 4:1-3 ESV)

Soli Deo Gloria,

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Inexhaustible (Ever Since Ever Since)

“Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
 Tell me, if you have understanding.
(Job 38:4 ESV)

There He was, is, and is to come...ever since ever since.
Existing in the solitude of His Trinitarian excellence
A community of perfection to which no other can compare
Invisible. Spirit. Physical. With one voice They agree
Let there be…LIGHT!

BOOM! There’s your big bang
Voice echoing through the darkness to give it a name –
He owns it…
Before that it was nothing; just a figment of imagination
Until He brought it to fruition in an instant
Yet, thoughtful and patient
Two attributes which get lost in a humanistic sense
Because for us it’s microwaves, drive-thrus and art without evidence
But His attention to detail is a show of His benevolence


Who would’ve thought to make every star, tree, plant, and animal?
They can’t be store-bought
A storehouse of works to behold
For, every eye to behold them since knows there’s a story being told
 “I AM that I AM” –
That’s the name that He gave
It implies that He don’t need you to breathe and He don’t need you to save Him
From Hell and everything that comes with it –
From pimps to false prophets to run-on sentences
Lustful deeds and all of the things I hide
Never get missed by His all-seeing eyes
Wiser than wise…I’m sick and He knows it, but He heals me by His Word
(Wow. A Great Physician and a Poet)

Or else please tell me what you could possibly comprehend
About One who can truly kill a man and then bring him back again?!
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Of the living Word who can take a man from six feet deep
To where mercy is found.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
(Revelation 1:8 ESV)

Soli Deo Gloria,

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Everyday, Apocalypse.

 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
(John 1:1-5 ESV)

And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, that they should seek God, and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, for
  “‘In him we live and move and have our being’;
  as even some of your own poets have said,
  “‘For we are indeed his offspring.’
  Being then God's offspring, we ought not to think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone, an image formed by the art and imagination of man.

 (Acts 17:26-29 ESV)

Everyday is an apocalypse…
From the cars on the street to the people that we meet
God is revealing…Himself.
 He is constantly letting us know that we are not alone.
Also, that we are not our own.
But still we press on.
We press on as if everything that has ever happened
In the course of our existence was nothing more than a random, happy little accident –
A very precise, everything just right…”accident”.

Nothing more than a big “Oops” or “Uh-oh” that brought about change.
From ooze to the zoo to you – we’re all the same
“You might be free, but your relatives swing from trees
And throw feces in cages…isn’t that amazing?!”
No, it’s scathing and seriously inconsiderate.
It’s akin to taking the Artisan’s work and using it in a birdcage to catch pigeon sh**.

Art without evidence is a scientifically manufactured illusion
To free us from the notion of Divine inclusion, or better yet intrusion
And yet, we ignore the body of work like a crime scene at the dinner table.
So Cain didn’t kill Abel…it was an “evolutionary process”.
“The survival of the fittest shows us how much we have progressed”.

What a mess; but it’s our best guess
That we feed to our sons and daughters
We’re ignoring the fact that chaos can only produce more chaos
And never produce order.
Creation’s primary goal is not to self-create or to replicate;
Creation resonates
It is the thumbprint of a Creator –
So let’s do away with just looking at scientific data
And all the other formulas to make us too scared to admit it
Ignore all you want, but the truth is you still need some dirt to play with…

Ex nihlo, nihlo fit –
Out of nothing, nothing comes
Yet still our textbooks read as if two zeros make a sum?!
But the only way that a zero can compute is with…One
The binary code of nature binds us to a Creator
But in a rebellion of thought mankind screams out:
“There is no God…and we hate him.”
Equating the concept of an almighty God to the Wizard of Oz
And yell at me to get off my yellow brick road
While clinging tightly to the curtain of “chance”
Trying not to reveal that it’s just fool’s gold
“Just click your heels three times to wake up from your dream
You’ll have all the answers you need if you simply believe…”
In what?! You know what the scarecrow, tin man and lion have in common?
They all have no chest, so they follow with no conscious
On the whims of a little girl’s dream, they reach the end of the road
Only to end up back in Kansas with nothing to show

But we behold Topeka it in its beauty; people of every tribe, tongue and nation
A place where wayward sons can stop along the journey to their final destination
Just one of the many havens that display the vast glory
Of a Maker who is benevolent
Who made Himself a God-send and not one of Maury’s guests
Never worry about second-guessing who our Father is
Because our DNA is the proof we need to show us that we are known to Him
None like Him, so there’s none like us
He is holy, wholly Other; so I’m wholly broken dust
Made whole again by the sacrifice of His offering
Of a Kinsman Redeemer’s love
Lisping to us in the spoken word
Healing us from the greatest lie we’ve ever heard
The hiss from the serpent’s lips
That has thrown the true origin of our species off course
And has left us an inheritance of a violent wind
And blindness as a curse

But our Creator heals the calloused eye
And He also masters the storm
So even if all around me were swept away
His eye is on the sparrow –
Amidst the turbulence, this is my calm

Remember this:

The Devil is only in the details
Because his Maker saw it fitting for him to exist
So, in other words, there are no “maverick molecules”…

Everyday is an Apocalypse.

Soli Deo Gloria,

Friday, January 06, 2012

Dust To Glory: A Ghetto Love Story

Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.   -  (Hebrews 4:14-16 ESV)

A king without a castle born to an unwed mother
All the while, rumors circulate that he was fathered by another
Homeless for a while, then raised in the ghetto
Along side the hoodlums, riff-raff, rebels and winos
But He went to synagogue
Because that’s how his mom and his step-dad raised him
He’d grow up to be famous
But who really knew that then?
Coming up poor ain’t a means to an end
It’s hated, it’s shameful and often equated with sin

But not Him…

He left the block for the wilderness to fulfill the call in His life:

“Hey, why don’t you slow down? Take it easy…maybe even get you a wife.
Word is your real father, man, is crazy rich.
You’d never have to work a day in your life if he broke you off a pinch.
But if not him, come with me…I got a grip you can hold.
You can have anything you want. I got it under control.”

“Hell, No.”

Home is where the heart is
So the hood was His home
And used His life to let the hood know
That they were never alone
He became the people’s champion
So they gathered around Him
Politicians start to panic
While His family starts to clown Him

Pharisees start hatin’
And they call Him a “Birther” :

“This dude is sayin’ he’s from heaven
But he ain’t nothin’ but an earthling.
Everybody here knows him from that Nazerene block
No good can come of that place, they’re some real bad stock.”

But He didn’t stop
So now they wanna stop Him
His friends start to worry
That somebody’s gonna pop Him
Cool by Him
Because He already knew the risk
His death was the outcome
For which he sought to exist:

“Don’t be scared, homies…
They’re comin’ to get me
But I’m takin’ all the heat
Because that’s why the Father has sent me
Dying for the lost
So that they could be found
So that the end of your life won’t be the end
But a crown of life eternal
Given because you’ve be down since the beginning
And you’ll carry on ‘til the finish
Because my Father gives you permission
And don’t begin to think you chose this life for a second
I chose you first so now we’re forever connected
Blessed be the one who hears the words that I speak
And doesn’t shrink away from danger in the face of the Beast
Because the Devil is a lion
He desires to eat you
He can feast all he wants
But He can never defeat you.”

So whatever happens below
Just remember He’s above it
So when you see the storms coming
Don’t worry…
Just love it

It was death by love
Love in humiliation
Stepped out of eternity
To become the promised seed of the nations
Subjecting Himself to the same perils and temptations as “we”
Because He cares for little men in really tall trees
And for prostitutes on the track who believe the lie that they’re stuck
And for the addicts who think they’ve had and they’re about to give up

Listen to what comes after…
He is still speaking
So put one ear to the floor and the other to the rafters
Feel the earth move and know for certain
If He ceased to speak, it won’t happen
In His hands, it is stable
No one can ever knock Him off course
Even when the kingdom of Heaven suffers violence
 And the violent take it by force

Solus Christus,

Thursday, January 05, 2012



Not to make any empty resolutions of delusions of grandeur
Like losing 20 lbs. or not being a man-whore
Because everything that I could ever dream to be
Would be unattainable or unrealistic babble…
Just to end up coming up short
To watch the crows and vultures gather
To pick at the carcasses left scattered
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Of things that don’t even matter…
Yeah, it would be cool to get some fresh new clothes
But my skin is the issue and it’s getting old –
It’s not the complexion that’s the problem
But it covers up my intentions –
A heart full of apathy, neglect, impenitence and impotence
If I want to see real change in my current situation
I don’t need a new scene or diet
I need propitiation...

Vegan, egalitarian, legalistic behavior modifications
Won’t bring me lasting peace; just new sensations
Pragmatic emotions to feel as though I’m getting something accomplished
While I’m locked in the wardrobe waiting for Aslan
Eating Turkish Delight instead of the King’s meat
Because “man can’t live on bread alone”
(And this stuff is so sweet)
And there I go…
Trying’ to get back to old days via new ways
Like a has-been actor who thinks he’s still got the chops
But I’m just a hack character
Waiting to break out and my performance needs enhancement
But I’m already broken, so a new role ain’t the answer

I’ll do my best work when I’m just a feature
And my features improve drastically
When I’m not the star of this picture
Attributes augmented by the perfect performance
Of the Lead Role Majestic
Whose method is conformity
My independent work showed me
For what I was to the people
But it never portrayed the truth about problems that haunt me
Or how to defeat evil –
So I played myself to the bone
As a notorious scene-stealer
But it couldn’t pay the bills and never guaranteed a sequel…

I’m done with low-budget “the grittier, the better”
This may be the Year of the Dragon
But the Script says there’s gonna be rain in the weather
So I’m giving’ up on my best life now until Eden’s made right
And the only way to becoming a better man
Is by living out life as the Bride…

True resolve found in the love of Another
 Say hello to the married life.

Soli Deo Gloria,

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