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Iniquity Shall Abound

It's always like that

Humankind, denoting fear

The gods..coming back—

I did it again

It's a sin

Father forgive me

For I know what I do

I know what I choose

Time and time again

I choose Me over You

The first man condemned me

The last Man redeemed me

The inner man damns me

The new man reviles “Me”

I give up again

It's all I can do

So take “me” away

And fill me with You

For I know once I am more like You

I'll be the best Me I can be

Sunday morning Gospel

At a southern Baptist church

Praising with the choir

Listening to the Word of God

Where grudges are forgiven

And friendships re-united

We sinners find forgiveness,

Family, and a home

But here I sit

Alone at home

I couldn't be roused

To my own Father's house

I can hear the church bells in the distance

Calling white-washed tombs to repentance

Calling broken souls to be renewed

Calling crushed hopes to stand firm

Yet, here I sit

Looking out the window alone

Listening to their tolling

Refusing to be more

Than an armchair theologian

If my “deeds” are just words

Then they are not worth talking of

If I didn't speak to my Father today

Then why do I expect answers

If we are “the Body”

Why are we so apathetic

So CONSUMED by our own lives

That our faith wastes away

And as these thoughts come to me

I make myself more comfortable

Still refusing to be any more

Then an armchair theologian.

From the hand of god
To the breath of man;
Four parts a twine
The inner strands
That twist the weave
And bend time to life.

To round the loom
With subtle spin
Deflects, reflects, the passing blow
And turns to par
A simple man
A listless end.

Unto the nexus that he trust.
Unto the favor, rhythm, and creed.
What god he made if his apparition
Shall span the eons to his confines.

To string himself undone
Remade by fabric not touched by man
And cast himself
Ourselves
Beaneath it's deapths
To breath the air
That angels stole.

To rest our heads
Down pon our knees
And ponder ways
To pass eternity.

For the glimmer of god
Had lost its sheen.
For his golden arc
Has past my gaze
Before and again
And shown it's guise
In every shade.

For surely the glimmer of god
Has lost it's shine.