Was birthed in war
From womb was called
To conquer
To praise
As David did
To cast away
To let my body sway
In light is life

Years drag
Eyes beheld
Hands have felt
What was not meant for me
Suddenly I'd seen
Barren before me
What was once green
In darkness lies death

A crimson streak
At the age of sixteen
Redeemed
Trees scream green
In His eyes tears gleam
He says
"My child
All the while
You ran to hide
All the times
I saw you cry
I stayed at your side"
And all at once
I saw Him hung
Stained in scarlet
Ribs parted
He wore the broken-hearted
His bones splintered for me

Max the unlovable
Has a stained-glass heart
With an unlit candle
An ancient death
Begets the spark
Seen miles through the night
In light there is life

Personal prayer is all very well and good.

Sunday morning worship is all fine and dandy.


But ya know what?

Sometimes you just need to throw your arms in the air and bellow, "HALLELUJAH!"

*Love those kids

It wasn't not a cry
that he heard all night
It wasn't a man
loosing all sight
A tiny soul
Fining it's howl
Crushing all up
the numbered lines
For all
It lumbered
To brake the hallelujah
And who knew in million days
The men would say
What they conveyed
As all he could
To cough art
Sneeze painting
And cry upon music
For the illness
Became the endless
Hallelujah
The broken hallelujah