Wondering about God

I stood wondering
With the knowledge of future events
Tasted what is good
Tasted what was a Gift from God
That the Most Holy Spirit
And the flames of Holy Fire
Burned but did not consume
Left me longing for more
It tasted good because of It
The One who gave it all
Gave me a spoiler alert
As to His whereabouts
And our destiny of Eternal Life
And I just blabbed both
So then I Bless you all
Even though I am slowly dying
Now that I know
I can do anything
Including just writing words
So that a sound or a phrase…

Does it ring a bell?
Because it was a warning
Repent from evildoing
Plain and simple
Cut off time is soon

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Sons of Thunder

Did you hear the thunder?
Did you hear it that day?
Did you know?
That it was to call James and John
Together

So the earth shattered echoes with a boom
None felt the wiser
Now love thunders
For the Sons of Thunder
Are Sons of Love

Persecuted on all fronts

I have taken an account
Of actions against me
Persecution on all fronts

Accountant says
That no love exists
Except from a minor few

But those lacking it
Those slacking it
I always forgive

Despite the call
For destruction
That looms from above

Gone

Last one
No more will I write
No more will I pour
My heart as I have done

I opened up in many forms
Let my soul wrapped in flame
Stake a claim
But I stood all alone
When love stood before me

I have seen too much to deny
Felt too little from others
To hate this world so much
Believing in a mystery

I could say you won the battle
But what will you lose
When I am gone?

… I never wanted to say I told you so

Remember That

He said pray that it not be winter
On that day for you
O that day of wrath
So then He took Winter for Himself
Upon Himself be bore
For me and you
How did he do?
So far, alive
And heartbeats are like a Harley
Listening to that song that boomed
Made me remember
Remember, that Jesus is King
No matter what happens
No matter what

What Makes Me Ill

What makes me ill
Is not your diseases or viruses
But your lack of compassion
That the least are driven asunder
By your inflated sense of righteousness

I Am is among the least
Bearing the worst of it all
That is what makes me ill
Know that when I am ill
Angels come to my aid

I Love My Own Art

How could I not love
My own art?
If it be of my love
If it be of my hate
It is my art all the same
So let me be the worst of all
That is how I appear to them
But I can bear anything
Including death
Including hate
Including pain
Yet live
Because of Love

Love loves you
And
I learned
To let Love love me deep
So I do yearn for more

Only Love I give
Nothing in return is bestowed
That makes me the least
As I am still and can weep
But do not gnash my teeth
Peace
Amen