1.
Can
I believe, that my mind has been freed;
redeemed
from the system, established and neat?
Decrees
and vocations – the rally of just breed –
is
that all for you, Lord Jesus, or justice for me…
2.
Is
it my righteous, what saves and resolves;
bounteous
virtues, to grant in excess?
Have
I yet place in my heart for the wolves;
or
only the sheep, who are gathered en masse?
3.
Is
my yoke tender, is my quest easy;
when
somebody listens, may he be himself?
Or
is hope on that another word – treason,
to
wash away others reason and wealth…
4.
Do
I see eyes, do I have glasses;
at
hand and on face to guzzle the rest?
Is
my goal really you, what surpasses
the
need to put everything to the test?
5.
Haven't
more Evil been done by Thy name;
than
pirates could loot or fugitives maim?
How
many are Christian – that's just so insane –
like
all, you have taught us, has been in vain?
6.
Who
does still mercy and not glitter the prizes;
to
war-craft the coffers of highest esteem?
Warning
from mousetraps and cats, while mice – us
are
eating away our hopes and our dreams…
7.
Nightmares
untarnished, while famished the neighbor;
sovereign
preachers, while churches do coughing –
after
refreshment, all is for Marlboro – –
the
atheist still has to die alone, in nothing.
8.
No
one does justice, not a single one dares –
without
branding his name on his deed;
like
when the left hand dost know right – no care –
so
let all be on circus, as the pod-casters feed!
9.
I
remember, how we used to run wild, Jesus;
to
be together on every book and display.
I
couldn't lift a single finger nor needles;
before
gussing, what you had to say…
10.
Now
forlorn is my church and I have gone yonder;
friends,
I knew there, and family befriended…
Was
all, what I did, just a mishap, blunder –
can
I truly follow your Cross unintended?
11.
I
do know better, than my childhood and gambles;
but
do I hold others in the same regard?
Maybe
my suit and tie have obstructed and shambled;
what
was promised in Heaven, as sacred rewards.
12.
Only
excuses I have from rich prophets:
“The
World is so cold and cruel, so unfair!”
Still
Jesus died for it, so quit that act – stop it!!
Even
on the Cross, for the sake of the others He cared!
13.
Rich
prophet – Witch Prophet – black and white mingles;
shifts
and conceives, to pull back the leather.
Weather
is cloudy, the sun needed wrinkles;
rainy
days diapered, and broken the lever…
14.
Dispelled
are the functions of law, order, guidance –
every
man does his own right on demand.
If
the neighbor not give fruitcake – hindrance –
from
the prophet to the beggar understands.
15.
Over
stand – overlords, overcast – overdose;
overtime
– overkills, overture – overlaps.
Over
best – over tops, overcast – over pose;
over
eat – over game, overshoot – over faps!!
16.
What
should I question, where should I feel;
your
corners to cherish, your edges be glad?
Or
is my rose-garden thorny, a compelling feast;
like
the hand in the gauntlet ironclad…
17.
Help
me, Lord Jesus, on my hour of surge;
when
darkness is looming the abyss in the deep.
When
making a jump seems the only urge,
what
looks reasoned, and not like a freak…
18.
Help
me marvel the cracks and entwines;
and
not find loopholes in others conduct.
Restore
my Joy, my First-love combine;
knowing
you, Jesus, the choicest of Luck!
19.
Have
I said folly, have I done little –
help
me recapture what you have esteemed.
Give
me your eyes and your Cross for a chatter;
to
walk a thousand miles in yours – so I plead!
20.
Brittle
the gestures and subtle the notions;
fainting
a habit and blushing the code.
Honor
not more, than kites on commotion;
to
have their place on the balcony forebode!
21.
Save
me, Lord Jesus, from Me – Mine – I catch frases;
skirmish
my dreadnaughts and make them go sink.
Better
be broken than the Hellion in praises;
worn
out – forsaken to still know you, than stink!
22.
Nightmares
still granting: “You shall not pass further!”;
give
me the strength to have and hold dear!
As
the faithful have witnessed, may I be as a feather;
from
your wings to bespeak to the deer!!
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