introspect

wandering through my sleeping mind i found a draconian lair,
selfishness is the only thing thats found to be hiding there.
morbidly fascinated, i stepped inside the room,
and found a mirror on every wall with the power to consume.
every good and thoughtfull thing i thought i'd ever done,
was a battle for my motives, and selfishness had won.

yes, i made it all up

...

in view of His mercy;
i am not on my knees--
walking for miles
in pennance to please.

"Your King Comes to You" (Zechariah 9:9)

On the first Christmas morning,
the tears of God were shed.
Watching with excitement,
His eyes were misty and red.
He saw a perfect baby--His own perfect Son,
and He knew that this baby would be the only One.

He watched that little baby with perfect baby breath...those little curls of hair...brown eyes closed in rest--
and He knew that through this baby, all nations would be blessed.

God watched the sleeping child and a tear rolled down His cheek--
the Savior of the world was his first born son.
The sins of all the people He would carry on His shoulders,
He would go down to the grave and victory would be won

listen to the angels' song,
they tell of a great debut
today with power and humility,
your King comes to you.

Awaken the lazuras

shake the grave clothes out in the wind,
strike a match and peer about.
step away from the broken sin
and open your lungs for a mighty shout

its time to wake the lazuras within.

just enough space to hide a candle...

Go, bury your dead

everyone has a skeleton in their closet.
everyone holds a dead man down in the dark.
everyone has a hidden wound,
and everyone has cried a forsaken tear.

neighbors and brothers,
sisters and friends
holding secrets that break hearts and whose shadows only breed dread.

go, bury your dead.
turn on the closet light.
have a bonfire, its Guy Fawkes Day!