Sunday, May 17, 2009
This Is...It?
Nightmares.
So little time.
Bearing on reality or not,
do you sincerely believe
that all is mere flesh and bones?
That someone,
the totality can be summed
in mere organic thought
and numerical being?
It's not like I can't see you,
every day of my life
I'm feeling just like you.
I see the pain and know it's trite,
but there is love
and love enough for you
just like there is love for me.
Love that overcame death
and crossed this chasm.
Love that screams for freedom
gasping for breath
as it whispers your name.
It is just like this one
to leave home before being ready.
Forgetting everything at the door
and selling myself before I can agree
but here I am,
just like you.
Going down,
crashing at a moment's notice.
Failing on love
just as I have before.
What will it take for you to see,
this love is real,
blood bought
and eternal in being
far outside our souls
but close enough to fear.
Love that never failed
and never will.
No matter what I've done,
this lifetime of failure
summed up in a breath
You have carried me.
It is You who took on flesh
and wore it these many years,
carrying this pain
in a cross shaped parcel
With no thought of loss,
the Hell or fear
You carried me just as easily.
How can I reply?
How does one so broken and finite
respond to one infinite in love?
I've nothing to give,
nothing but this broken life.
Look into my eyes and see,
see what you've missed.
See the blood stained tears
and know there is hope.
See the distraught soul
that has been carried
and forgiven a lifetime of sin
and know there is grace.
So little time.
Bearing on reality or not,
do you sincerely believe
that all is mere flesh and bones?
That someone,
the totality can be summed
in mere organic thought
and numerical being?
It's not like I can't see you,
every day of my life
I'm feeling just like you.
I see the pain and know it's trite,
but there is love
and love enough for you
just like there is love for me.
Love that overcame death
and crossed this chasm.
Love that screams for freedom
gasping for breath
as it whispers your name.
It is just like this one
to leave home before being ready.
Forgetting everything at the door
and selling myself before I can agree
but here I am,
just like you.
Going down,
crashing at a moment's notice.
Failing on love
just as I have before.
What will it take for you to see,
this love is real,
blood bought
and eternal in being
far outside our souls
but close enough to fear.
Love that never failed
and never will.
No matter what I've done,
this lifetime of failure
summed up in a breath
You have carried me.
It is You who took on flesh
and wore it these many years,
carrying this pain
in a cross shaped parcel
With no thought of loss,
the Hell or fear
You carried me just as easily.
How can I reply?
How does one so broken and finite
respond to one infinite in love?
I've nothing to give,
nothing but this broken life.
Look into my eyes and see,
see what you've missed.
See the blood stained tears
and know there is hope.
See the distraught soul
that has been carried
and forgiven a lifetime of sin
and know there is grace.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
"The Lamb" - William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
"The Tyger" - William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Frequently More
You can send the rain to wash away the dirt, wash away the stains but Jesus could you wash away my pain?
You can send the rain but think of me first and see how I'm drowning.
All day, every day I hear of the pain.
I see it in their eyes
and hear it in their voices.
Could you turn and see,
see the ones in need of You?
You speak of freedom of choice,
the right to be
but God,
what of the pain?
There is no Heaven here,
not even water.
Just wastelands posing as life
trite and with no compassion.
I can't carry my pain any further
and all I do is reap destruction
because of what I've sown.
Good intentions and negligence
are just trite metaphors
seeking to explain why I broke it,
when there is no excuse,
nothing I can do to justify me.
Nothing except You.
There has to be more than this,
more to this life.
Jesus can you take the time,
just a second of your time
to give some peace?
To be near in this storm,
to push past my the rage
and insecurities which flood
and overwhelm my heart.
What little love may remain,
let it flow,
let it burn.
Save me from this overload,
this wretched state.
Please love me.
You can send the rain but think of me first and see how I'm drowning.
All day, every day I hear of the pain.
I see it in their eyes
and hear it in their voices.
Could you turn and see,
see the ones in need of You?
You speak of freedom of choice,
the right to be
but God,
what of the pain?
There is no Heaven here,
not even water.
Just wastelands posing as life
trite and with no compassion.
I can't carry my pain any further
and all I do is reap destruction
because of what I've sown.
Good intentions and negligence
are just trite metaphors
seeking to explain why I broke it,
when there is no excuse,
nothing I can do to justify me.
Nothing except You.
There has to be more than this,
more to this life.
Jesus can you take the time,
just a second of your time
to give some peace?
To be near in this storm,
to push past my the rage
and insecurities which flood
and overwhelm my heart.
What little love may remain,
let it flow,
let it burn.
Save me from this overload,
this wretched state.
Please love me.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Walls of Disparaging Sound
This soul is so tarnished,
it is second rate.
Yet, through all the abuse
and the misuse
You still love me.
I'm captivated by Your thoughts,
by the rhythm of Your heart.
Every moment You are here,
breaking down these walls
and reaching to this lost one.
Spreading such vivid love
before the day I depart,
comforting these fear
but still I crawl,
overwhelmed by doubt
and afraid of life
and here You are.
Offering unfettered
hope and love.
it is second rate.
Yet, through all the abuse
and the misuse
You still love me.
I'm captivated by Your thoughts,
by the rhythm of Your heart.
Every moment You are here,
breaking down these walls
and reaching to this lost one.
Spreading such vivid love
before the day I depart,
comforting these fear
but still I crawl,
overwhelmed by doubt
and afraid of life
and here You are.
Offering unfettered
hope and love.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
"Age Of Reptiles" - Showbread
I am made of parts that freeze and ligaments that atrophy
Though they look they’ll never see
They don’t know something’s wrong with me
And just as well, I’ll never tell what’s underneath the scales
I’ve worn to thin to honor you, my every effort fails
So bury me with Israel and cover up my tracks
Leave not a trace of what I was, I’m never coming back
And if you’re mercy falls upon he whose blood is cold
Unearth me with your hands of love and never break your hold
The world is full of ones like me
Who need to see the truth
But the truth is never truth indeed
The truth is only you
Jesus bless the crocodiles, forgive the cobras and all the snakes
Open up your arms to carry all of our mistakes
Suck the venom from every bite and vomit every drop
Some of us may bite your hand but some of us will not
And every knee will bow before you, each forked tongue confess
My selfishness will rot in me and I will seek your rest
Still some lizards fell from you, ashamed of all they’ve been
So Jesus take myself from me, never bring it back again
The world is full of ones like me, who need to see the truth
But the truth is never truth indeed, the truth is only you
The world will soon become extinct, the age will pass away
And all will know that you are God, hallowed be your name
Jesus bless the crocodiles, forgive the cobras and all the snakes
Open up your arms to carry all of our mistakes
Forgive the basilisk, forgive the moccasins and adders too
Have mercy on each alligator that never lived for you
I myself hatched from an egg, no white light from above
Just another ancient serpent that never earned your love
But still you find me underneath the rocks and in the ground
I cowered there just short of air and never made a sound
It’s true that I’m in love with you, and even in my shame
You wipe away the imperfections and take away the pain
You wrap your loving arms around this wretched thing called me
Your love is all I’ll ever need, your love has set me free
The truth is only you
Philosopher List of 53
-Thales (624-546 B.C.)
-Anaximander (546 B.C.)
-Anaximenes (585-528 B.C.)
-Pythagoras (572-497 B.C.)
-Heraclitus (540-480 B.C.)
-Parmenides (515-445 B.C.)
-Zeno of Elea (490-430 B.C.)
-Protagoras (480-410 B.C.)
-Democritus (460-360 B.C.)
-Plato (428-348 B.C.)
-Aristotle (384-322 B.C.)
-Jesus (3 B.C. - 30 A.D.)
-Paul the Apostle ( ???-65)
-Epictetus (55-135 A.D.)
-Justin Martyr (100-165)
-Marcus Aurelius (121-180 A.D.)
-Sextus Empiriricus (175-225)
-Origen (185-254)
-Plotinus (205-270)
-Athanasius of Alexandria (293-373)
-Augustine (354-430)
-Anselm (1033-1109)
-Averroes, Ibn Rushd (1126-1198)
-Maimonides, Moses Ben Maimon (1135-1204)
-Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274)
-William of Ockham (1288-1348)
-Martin Luther (1483-1546)
-John Calvin (1509-1564)
-Francis Bacon (1561-1626)
-Giordano Bruno (1548 - 1600)
-Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679)
-René Descartes (1596-1650)
-Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)
-Baruch Spinoza (1632-1677)
-John Locke (1632-1704)
-George Berkeley (1685-1753)
-John Wesley (1703-1791)
-David Hume (1711-1776)
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778)
-Immanuel Kant (1724-1804)
-Friedrich Daniel Ernst Schleiermacher (1768-1834)
-Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831)
-Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)
-John Stuart Mill (1806-1873)
-Soren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
-Karl Marx (1818-1883)
-Ernst Mach (1838-1916)
-Charles Sanders Peirce (1839-1914)
-Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
-Paul Tillich (1886-1965)
-Karl Barth (1886-1968)
-C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)
-Dietrich Bonhoeffer (1906-1945)
-Anaximander (546 B.C.)
-Anaximenes (585-528 B.C.)
-Pythagoras (572-497 B.C.)
-Heraclitus (540-480 B.C.)
-Parmenides (515-445 B.C.)
-Zeno of Elea (490-430 B.C.)
-Protagoras (480-410 B.C.)
-Democritus (460-360 B.C.)
-Plato (428-348 B.C.)
-Aristotle (384-322 B.C.)
-Jesus (3 B.C. - 30 A.D.)
-Paul the Apostle ( ???-65)
-Epictetus (55-135 A.D.)
-Justin Martyr (100-165)
-Marcus Aurelius (121-180 A.D.)
-Sextus Empiriricus (175-225)
-Origen (185-254)
-Plotinus (205-270)
-Athanasius of Alexandria (293-373)
-Augustine (354-430)
-Anselm (1033-1109)
-Averroes, Ibn Rushd (1126-1198)
-Maimonides, Moses Ben Maimon (1135-1204)
-Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274)
-William of Ockham (1288-1348)
-Martin Luther (1483-1546)
-John Calvin (1509-1564)
-Francis Bacon (1561-1626)
-Giordano Bruno (1548 - 1600)
-Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679)
-René Descartes (1596-1650)
-Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)
-Baruch Spinoza (1632-1677)
-John Locke (1632-1704)
-George Berkeley (1685-1753)
-John Wesley (1703-1791)
-David Hume (1711-1776)
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778)
-Immanuel Kant (1724-1804)
-Friedrich Daniel Ernst Schleiermacher (1768-1834)
-Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831)
-Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)
-John Stuart Mill (1806-1873)
-Soren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
-Karl Marx (1818-1883)
-Ernst Mach (1838-1916)
-Charles Sanders Peirce (1839-1914)
-Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
-Paul Tillich (1886-1965)
-Karl Barth (1886-1968)
-C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)
-Dietrich Bonhoeffer (1906-1945)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
