You do not see it, do you Your mundanity, your superficial vanity I plea for your reciprocity Some hint of legitimacy Damn you for your mundane foolishness Your dinettes and your nooks Your pristine homeschool perfection I did not have those things I could not have those things And I am not jealous But I doubt your charity Yes, it is not worth our while To dwell in this empty domicile Your perfection of perfect living rooms And kitchens of polished marble style To this we have upended our Foolish confessional And I have sold my soul to something I think is deeper than Deeper than this damnable comfort This marble counter-top and vestibule Call Anselm and Augustine On their eternal mobile number What have we devised for us But foolish needs for less dust And machines that make us less of us RUN to your solace, your crucible The confession you have no recourse but to run to your only hope Despair of all you've wasted And turn to all you hid from The hope of your eternal flame Is not that beautiful firepit on the patio It is the thing you find on the Sabbath Your only hope, Your only recourse your only redemption That Savior who loves you And nothing else He who has redeemed you In his death, his obedience That thing you CANNOT complete You fool, you must run To him, nothing else And leave your foolish counter-tops Your beautiful bathrooms And your nativity Sets. Your forgiveness lies in your Master Genesis through The End. Go to bed, now, faithful For your rest Is In Him
Cleanse This Crumbled Heart
O in your halls I must fall slowly With reverence Upon my face To bare my breast For your holy sword Pierce me Render to death this flesh Give breath to my crumbled chest That I might return Tomorrow to thee To thy chastening and mercy Let me find my hope In your glorious halls Where I must die As you before me Let me bear the hem Of your purple robe Cause this crumbled heart To beat once more Lift my countenance That yours may shine upon I have not strength Have mercy on me a sinner Cleanse this crumbled heart Cause your seed to root within Water it with your words Tune my song to yours That I might sing your glory And revel in your story -------------------------------- Originally published August 27, 2013 June 9, 2010
Justified
O, what is this?
O, what have you done?
O, what you have done
Like the fellow who hung
There just beside you
Lived his whole life
Perishing, perishing
Who, in a moment
Heard your Spirit
His foot in a grave
And you snatched him from it
Alive, alive
We want this paradise
Like you promised him
Didn’t thank you
For making him good
You made him live
He cried to you
like the poor wretch there
There by the priest
He knew only you
Dead and Risen
You died and rose
You are the root
You are our fount
The one who died
The one who rose
Raise our cups
In Christ, you
For you alone
Are our redemption
And our perfection
Your glory
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