If I could bring God back today


If I could bring God back today,
I would say,
“What took You so long
to make me call out your name?”
Nothing has happened to Me
that You couldn’t see
But others wondered,
Where can He be?

If I could bring God back today,
would anything really change?
Without His Father raising Him up,
just how far could He extend His range?

If I could bring God back today,
would I praise Him like they did
back in the day?
I see signs in the World
that only He could cause
Heads bowed, people speaking in tongues
Everyone looking side-to-side
giving reason to pause

If I could bring God back today,
would He even want to stay?
While they have folded hands and arms,
He could stretch His out
and create a brand new Day

Where would I be,
If I could bring God back today?


Would the Devil make me see

that there is only One way?

Damn, You told the truth


They all had passes
along with their free thinking
Gods meant nothing to them
until they needed a change

PC went out with the trash
like the first computer did
Somewhere, there is one still out there
about to be crushed and recycled

Corporations flourish
at the sake of a mere opportunity
for the already gone
Grabbing stones to encircle their grave

Yet, only one remains supreme
because of default
Crazy isn’t just Crazy
just junk before drinking the juice

Letting the truth be told
feelings will be hurt
once the death toll hits home
But, it’s already happened

They’re dead, too

This Mother’s Child


Lord, this mother’s child has run wild

In and out of this job

Turning a different way that knob

Still, I am a mother’s child

 

I can go home, if I want to

In God’s time, I will

Just knowing she’s there and true

An aching heart she would always fill

 

Like a vagabond were my shoes

My back so bad, I couldn’t bend

Shuffling along, picking up more blues

Trying to get along so I don’t offend

 

Days like this

What mother could have a child

Who misses her sweet kiss

However so gently and or mild

 

Maybe I missed her birthday

Always saying I’m on my way

Maybe showing up three days late

Always a place to sit and a really big plate

 

She would keep a place for me

Even to just to lay my head

So tired near blind I could barely see

In her eyes I never saw red

 

Yes, I’ve said it time and time before

Lord, I know I’m my mother’s child

The seed am I she bore

The wild child who wants to be mild

 

Days like this

What mother could have a child

Who misses her sweet kiss

However so gently and or mild

I invited Japan inside


 

 

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Another tree of life

Gets to show me my future

With straight limbs

 Curved or twisted

What sprouts shows my care

on the outside

in

And as each bloom is trimmed

does my tomorrow spell of

Success or of not

Such a bomb to allow to be

 dropped on myself

knowing their past with their enemy

Though it is I who

 formally tries to break bread

with bamboo baked with luck

When I come for You


Thy Will Be Done

I will have you

in whatever way

on whatever day I say

I won’t care if you are ready

or if you are sick or poor

And if you are happy and rich,

shame on you

because I won’t need anything that you have

but You

That soul that you have

 only seems to cry out for

something, someone, some thing

Him

when you are in need

of a fix of clarification that you are not

alone

And you are not Alone

And that is why

I will have you

in whatever way

on whatever day I say

And I thank you for your sometimes-nature

That’s why You are so valuable to Me

So

When I Come For You

Don’t Be Afraid

You know why I’m coming