Prayer for the Church

say “yes” to the church,
don’t leave anyone left in the lurch,
don’t eat the leaven of pharisees,
eat 12-grain bread from God,
in that way you may continue to be free,
from ticks, gnats, mosquitoes and fleas,
and have a part in the resources of the land, sky and seas,

and for God
and for the church
which never turns a parent away
if you should give your child to Jesus
nor has January Heaven turned anyone away
if you should give your child to him
so be free from sin,
and be a people of life,
not abuse of the unborn(undead)
you would not be so forlorn
everyone has nothing to fear
but the Lord and Lord alone
witness and become a seer
see abortion is purely cruel and unnecessary punishment
of the child yet to be
can’t you see?

now church you be good
don’t leave anyone in the lurch,
and do as you should,
by loving humanity
and God who created humanity
Preach Jesus always
and in all ways
never ever take the cross out of christianity again
and then
therre’s
Jesus…

Oh, Christians,
Is Jesus such a small reward
for being pro-actively good ?

if you feel like your journey through this life,
is unrewarded
May Christ’s hope fill your being
and hope for better days
be realized tomorrow,
it is not without sorrow
for the suffering, destitute and dead on Earth,
that I send these words
so penitence and confession
bring hope and I cope
when 1 suffers we all suffer
Praise be the Lord, the poem is over
resume your duties… amen.

Confession and Penitence

As the brazen north winds freeze the ground
Making a shrill, hollow and intemperate sound,
The winter night closes in with its effervescent peace,
And distills all my anger and sorrow and brings relief
From a world of people who don’t care and don’t share with others…

Writing poems with hard-hitting lines and full of passion for my craft,
Is this the only way to fight the indifference and apathy?
Deep and adulterated with the illusion of impact and effect,
I lose in my strives a piece of myself as I am gentle, meek and humble in my eyes only,
I confess I have been boldly declaring myself saved,
And one who serves with creative servitude the great master,
When in reality I am a lost sinner on a lost highway of disconsolate pain,
Paying my penance with biting poesy and mediocre rock and roll,
Me, Myself and I whom with his right hand attempts to acheive one thing,
While his own left hand does counter-productive things repetitively,
Submitting myself to the drug-store droll rather than submitting my will to Jesus…

I deceive myself well to suit myself royally…
Lo, though I speak the truth as it was told to me,
I have my fingers crossed behind my back,
Holding on to desires for that which I lack,
While letting go of more noble and dignified dreams and aspirations,
Like peace on Earth and for the spread of good will to humankind,
And while I preach to reach out to Jesus,
I reach out to sin and desire to sin,
And while I am doing this Jesus can never win,
I humbly confess that I have been less than perfect,
And that though I am very prideful and filled with self-loathing at the same time,
By the true nature of the one most holy,
HeSheIt forgives me with an open heart
And a steady ready hand to heal me…

Fighting indifference and apathy and its peculiar ways,
With a hand in my pants and a dollar in my pocket,
Confession and penitence leads to tasty poems and music…