THERE
IS BUT ONE
THING NECESSARY
Filled with
empty tasks and overcome with anxiety Her heart
is debauched with the wine of yesterday's agendas, tomorrow's
plans,
today's
hopes Her face is
low and cumbersome to look at. The pace of
her work is multiplied into ignorance As the sun
rises and vents its clandestine gleam upon her It glances
off of her back; she is turned away in the darkness of her
task What task,
what approval, what accomplishment is written That could
be likened to the contract of blood made in the ancient of days Made to
accomplish what cannot be accomplished Made to
create what cannot be created? What word,
what deed, what success Can meet
the measure of your Fathers request? Your
collage of hand shaking, dedicating, certificating, accumulating Is a dying
tree cluttered with the ornaments of death! Distractions
and hopes behind picture frames Faithfulness
and devotion to the dust and the flies Complaints
and grievances on those who do not accumulate She equates
her master's favor in the multiplication, subtraction, and
division of time
Light is
warm and becoming; she sees her sister is enamored But there
is little regard in her eyes for that one She is
desperate for a better image, a better status Manipulation,
vice, emotional condescendence; how clenched is her heart! Can she not
see the better portion? The proven and finished work? Are her
eyes glazed with the stains of promotion? O faithless
daughter! How long will you slumber on the scales of
production?
Freedom
cries out at the gates! Martha,
Martha, O my American Daughter! Where is
the salve to relinquish your hidden troubles? Your
children are crying in the streets! Relieve me
of the equations and absurd schedules of pomp and
circumstance!
Let down
the apron of your distress, and come! Cast off
the agendas of pride and self-sufficiency, O Daughter of
maldevelopment!
Come out
from behind the picture frames, come sit; turn your face! Remove the
veil and behold the warmth of the gleam which was
cast forth for you from days of old! Seek the
better way, the way of one! For there
is "but one thing necessary"! |
I CHOSE
YOU I stood
afar off empty, calloused,
obsessed
obsessed
with the wretch of my self Uncultured,
unrefined, untaught, unenlightened And One
came to my presence, to appear before me Who is He,
and who was I that he should be mindful of me? But he
called to me out of the fire, said my name I could not
stand, my heart fell as though dead “I
cannot, I cannot, for what does darkness have in common
with the light?” My members
are weak, my mortal flesh betrays me But the
echo of pure words pierced me through, “I chose
you!”
A living
God, a God who lives for me, a God who dies for me A God who
gives everything, everything to me If he has
given us his Son, how much more will He not freely give us
all things!
Beckoned
and broken, ushered to the Rock I came No turning
back, no looking back Trembling
with fear as the Spirit lifted me high Above my
transgressions, above my iniquity And then
let down
To break in
pieces upon the Rock of Ages “You
are my hammer and weapon of war: with you I
break nations in pieces; with you I
destroy kingdoms;
with you I
break in pieces the horse and his rider; the chariot and the
charioteer;
with you I
break in pieces the man and the woman; the old and the young; with you I
break in pieces the shepherd and his flock; the farmer and
his team;
with you I
break in pieces rulers and commanders.” Each piece
carefully gathered on the alter and burned
as an offering to the Most High Refined and
hammered to reflect his perfect will And he says
in the presence of the host of heaven as I cast
my crowns with all my might “My
beloved son, with whom I am well pleased!”
|
CALLED
When I
discovered something I hadn't seen before and
all I could do was gaze upon it in pure wonder, I knew I was in for it
big time. It was the kind of thing that is not fleeting, not flighty,
not trivial, not arbitrary, not spectacular, and certainly not false.
It was true. Truth became substance I could feel, touch, think, know,
give, take, and even unite with. Don't ask me how, because it didn't
come from me. I've told my share of lies, and walked in my share of
pretentious and detestable habits. But for us who have picked up the
earthly Christian course after our predecessors we must make a choice
as to how we will continue in it. Some have chosen the choking cares of
the world, some chose to live for themselves, some chose to compromise
everything. But who will choose to stick by Jesus Christ? It was not
me who chose truth, but it was Truth that chose me. Who am I
to find truth or even know it? I was never the source of any truth. My
course in this world began with myself only as a mere grain of sand
amongst a vast shore continually washed away by the unforgiving tides
of hell. What difference did it make? So what about my life? But it was
all a lie. A lie that told me I could have everything. A lie that
beckoned me to follow happiness. A lie that made me believe I was more
than just a grain of sand in the world. A lie that said I was free;
said I was strong; said I was able. But in the lie there was no life.
Then it was spoken to me, "Live" and I lived.
And in the Life, there was no lie.
WHAT
ABOUT THE BROKEN SOUL?
Many
places to find a name
But
this darkness won’t let me go
Everyday
is the same old game
Why
can’t I just let it flow?
Songs
of love and butterflies
All
I want is not there to have
Many
words cast to and fro
But
what about the broken soul?
Daunting
tasks in the cold
Haunting
masks in the fold
Treasures
fill the air untold
When
will come this light to mold?
Bound
or free of letters' hold
Gasp
and kick until its sold
Instant
fire so I'm told
Just
show me the simple tree
of
love and life and why I'm free
Only
give me a tiny seed
my
greatest wish, desire, and need. |