Singing Judas

People think that Judas Ischariot

Let his grasping greed run riot

And betrayed Messiah
For silver of his desire
He jumped at the dangled carrot
After that he had to rue his decision
For he saw the results of his action
Seeing no saving remedy
He died of his malady
Becoming a symbol of Malefaction
Let people think once again
For his spirit just like Cain
Still lives in some
Apostasy’s home
Where gain trumps godly pain
Where those with fair talents
Voices to convert continents
Switch for fortune
To the popular tune
And croon perfidious intents
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Light Conquers Fear

There is a Man here who can
Turn on the Light of deliverance
At earth’s dawn He called order
From the chaos of insouciance
And defeated darkness with Light
The benighted foe still fights on
With black arts of weaving unbelief
Waving a wand of doubt and fear
Till he is defeated by the Light
So resist the urge to scream in despair
Let the piercing Light of His promises
Illumine the dungeon’s deepest cellars
And dry your tears for Son-Light is near
If the escape route seems unclear
Or your faith has vanished into a void
Call Him and one Finger flips the switch
Sending demon-caste scurrying in fear

A Season Of Resurrection

 

Lazarus’ nose had now fallen in
Decomposition had truly set in
It was his fourth day in the tomb
Surrounded by bones shrouded
In hopeless and silent darkness
Yet he had radio-activity in decay
His spiritual receiver was still on
While alive he had paired it with
The Voice-Transmitter of Christ
Now he waited for the signal to rise
When it came he crackled unto life
Today all that have paired receivers
Can hear His Voice and be free
From all chains wherever they be
Believe the biblical Voice-promises
Let faith ‘copy’ – the problem is ‘over’
One day there will be a final broadcast
All with receivers will rise from the dust
Pair today to be part of this forecast

 

Mouth It

In the beginning was the Word
And what God spoke became
Today He asks us to do same
To feed on the Word of His mouth
And become like Him-the Word
To be like Him is to speak
And call things that are not
By mention to bring them forth
Confession is the true compass
That makes the heart faith’s port
Where salvation’s ship will berth
Be not afraid to say the promises
For speaking brings a creative birth
Where reality is formless and void
When in doubt, speak the Word out

 

The Word Of God Is Not Bound

When Paul the great apostle
Was caged in a Roman prison
Awaiting Emperor Nero’ pleasure
Though he erred not by any measure
His corporal body was chained
While his inner spirit-man soared
Though he suffered-we gained
For the truth keeps marching on
Almost all the apostles died for the Way
Yet the Word of God was not bound
The bloody harvest of death and pain
Merely stimulated the new grain
Today more are persecuted and killed
For daring to affirm the risen Lord
Still the Word cannot be bound
And the path from Cross to Glory
Is dripping with righteous blood shed
For the free and full Gospel story

Blind Guides

A lack of vision is a peril
Like a pilot flying blind
Unseeing and unknowing
He will crash with his kind
When blind spiritual guides
Lead by their gut instincts
They feel their way to riches
Tottering at the precincts
Living the night’s dream
Dancing around Hell’s rim
The Spirit offers eye salve
A balm for this blindness to
The Word in its fullness
He stands fully rejected
His truth is not needed
No cure then for this fever
Mere truth causes a shiver
Then a shrug for all’s well
‎With the wily wealth-meter

 

One Thing Thou Lackest

 

One thing thou lackest was said
By Christ to the rich young ruler
Who kept all the Mosaic laws
A‎nd thought he was free from flaws
Being a protégé of his denomination
Devout and worthy of admiration
But his piety only brought him amity
From friends on earth and hearth
He knew he did not have the true Life
And sought a remedy for his malady
The prescription of Doctor Jesus was dire
An immediate fire sale of self-denial
And acceptance of the Word‎ of the hour
This rich young ruler was filled with ire
It was too great a price to leave his seat
As a sterling scion of the Synagogue
For fame and fortune he beat a retreat
What would it cost you in today’s terms
To walk in the weather-worn narrow way
And follow the prophesied truth of the day
Come what may, you must pay the price
To be Christ’s Bride and stand at His Side