Eat my Gravel

 

I

The dogs are barking, the bickering banshees wail;

toe their placards to minute their judgment spree.

I walk alone, don't mind, what they have to say –

better call your Master and make a solemn pray.

I make my words into bullets, strike teens on their knees;

soon they be raving with Jesus, but you're not invited, Ree!

Eat my Gravel, as I ride to Heaven, moe or gay!

II

Advocate your Devil and Ad hoc your Justice;

I bring Mercy for those, you deemed too hostile.

Cover up your candles under the bushel, Eustice;

bring new wine in old skins, to wait and see vice.

Eat my Gravel, when I come for the prodigal child;

like a Piper, make them dance the Forests and Wilds!

Let It Burn inside you, as the Holy Spirit makes Peace!

III

Chasing the ghosts, and revenants doomed by rues;

come back to life, for you have a purpose, take a chance!

When society offers but spite and your chairs glues;

where's another option, to be more than control cruise.

Take up your Freedom and Godspeed like on Avalanche;

chase in the wind, to brand your Colts and Broncos, Vance –

Its time to follow, like Nimrod, Christ calls the True!!