Shout, Sing, Celebrate

Why should non-believers have all the fun? If our belief in Jesus is correct, are we not the only ones that have a real reason to celebrate? Shout for joy! Sing a new Song! Act as though we believe the things we preach!

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Humanity Buried

Humanity gets buried beneath the dust on a page.

Those that care to dig, find bones, artifacts – fragments

Fragments of an ancient way of life – distant – sterile – lifeless

We put together pieces of the past from the musky smell of old paper

Biblical Hebrew as our pic axe – the new covenant as our light

We present our findings with confidence

that the weight of our education will hold the fragments in place

At best, we present a skeleton of a distant people

To an audience of flesh and blood.

An audience preoccupied with burdens of life

Issues of infidelity – of insecurity – of jealousy – of poverty

Sickness that seems unjust – hard times that seem unfair

Betrayals that torment – sleepless nights – guilt

Passionate sins that stir the heart – lies and secrets

Intoxicating substances – decisions that change everything

The audience is preoccupied with humanity

The very same humanity – still buried beneath the dust on a page

 

Newsfeed Bible

Elimelek is feeling desperate Jerusalem, Judah I cannot stay in this land any longer. God’s provision has failed to come, so I will leave the land of Judah and find work in Moab. I cannot allow my family to suffer this famine anymore. Keep my wife, Naomi, and my two boys, Mahlon and Kilion, in […]

via Elimelek leaves for Moab — βιβλος-Way ……… Newsfeed Bible

Time

Today is Tomorrow's Yesterday

The Concept of Passing Time.


You look back on what you're about to do

And you wonder about your mind.

Time runs out on everyone

But your Time's not over yet.

You look Deeper and Deeper into Tomorrow

At all that you will Regret.

Beast in Darkness

A Beast - is born
And wanders from his home
Eyes not yet open for him to see
Scared - and alone
In the darkness he roams
Looking for the one that he needs

          He knows something is wrong
          Feels he does not belong
          To the cold, dark world he's living in
          Danger is all around
          He learns to work the ground
          Growing bitter as his heart hardens

Shelter - he seeks
From the harsh reality
To replace the home he has lost
Still he feels the pain
Anger, tears and shame
Burdens that bring a heavy cost

          He knows something is wrong
          For in his heart he longs
          For peace that cannot be found
          He needs to feel love
          And the world is not enough
          Anguished by the curs-ed ground

A child - is born
Sent to bring him home
His eyes now open for him to see
Still scared - not alone
He knows that he belongs
The beast I speak of is me

A beast - is born
And wanders from his home
The beast of humanity 

Demons In My Head

(written by an agnostic 21 year-old version of myself, last verse added by myself today, a 37 year-old Christian)

Demons in My Head (2001/2017)

Jake Sharp

 

Will I win

This game of life I’m in

If I win will I rise

Up to heaven’s sky

Or will I lose

For the sinful path I choose

For the lust and desire

Will I burn in the fire




Life has no meaning I suppose

Or no meaning that I know

In my heart the cold wind blows

As I walk through the Valley filled with dread

In the shadows of the dead

I’m fighting the demons in my head

Fighting the demons in my head




Is it real

The pain that I feel

Do we live and die in vain

Or am I just insane

Will they cry

When they look into my eyes

When they see their fallen son

And What I have become




Life has no meaning I suppose

Or no meaning that I know

In my heart the cold wind blows

As I walk through the Valley filled with dread

In the shadows of the dead

I’m fighting the demons in my head

Fighting the demons in my head




Will the ground

Begin to shake all around

Or will It all fade away

Heaven bless this sacred day




Life has no meaning I suppose

But no meaning that I know

In my heart the cold wind blows

As I walk through the Valley filled with dread

In the shadows of the dead

I’m fighting the demons in my head

Fighting the demons in my head





I will not win

Its not a game that we’re in

Evidence of the fall

Has cursed us one and all




Life has a meaning now I know

For the lost sheep of the fowl

His precious blood did flow

When I walk through the Valley of the dead

In the shadows with no dread

For I believe in all he said.

Conquered the demons in my head

A Psalm of Modern-Day Lament

Restore the Wi-Fi, oh Lord

Let the router provide optimal speeds

I have been cut off from your people

My phone and my laptop fail me

There are no Words With Friends

Facebook has been hidden from me

I cannot connect with those around me

They accuse me of ignoring messages

They write slanderous things on my wall

My twitter name will be no more

#forgotten

You have allowed this, my Lord.

Forcing me to rely of public Wi-Fi

Or worse, face to face communication

Have I been deleted from your list of friends?

I trust you, for I know how great you are.

In the days of old, of dial-up modems

You brought all of America online

Through you, bandwidth has multiplied

Why do the wicked connect to Netflix

While I watch network TV?

By your mighty hand, make

the U-Verse tremble before you.

Restore my connection, oh Lord.

And I will tweet your praises.

The world will share and know you are Good

I will make a joyful meme.

I post your praises forever.