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?

“I Can’t Breathe”


Brought in out of Change

Because certain people wanted Strange

To let chaos run amuck

And you said You didn’t give a Fuck

Swore to drain the swamp

On a podium we all heard “Womp Womp”

You once called them “Stupid”

And paraded your name like Cupid

What thread count was your sheet

That didn’t cover the dead on the street?

You opposed one group that took a knee

Then laughed when done by the PD

Seems you have much more in store

Since a different virus kicks in the door

Even though the sunshine begs in line

Social Media makes the dark ones shine

Handcuffed, therefore to grieve

But you can’t hear, “I Can’t Breathe”

All you’ve done and said has been recorded

Is the Jury afraid they’ll be deported?

It’s hard to wear your heart on your sleeve

Don’t rush to judgment – just because “I Can’t Breathe”

Livestock tainted so the Market can rise

Some believe God loves the lies

So, the next time you do deceive

Don’t ask who said, “I Can’t Breathe”

“I Can’t Breathe”


Brought in out of Change

Because certain people wanted Strange

To let chaos run amuck

And you said You didn’t give a Fuck

Swore to drain the swamp

On a podium we all heard “Womp Womp”

You once called them “Stupid”

And paraded your name like Cupid

What thread count was your sheet

That didn’t cover the dead on the street?

You opposed one group that took a knee

Then laughed when done by the PD

Seems you have much more in store

Since a different virus kicks in the door

Even though the sunshine begs in line

Social Media makes the dark ones shine

Handcuffed, therefore to grieve

But you can’t hear, “I Can’t Breathe”

All you’ve done and said has been recorded

Is the Jury afraid they’ll be deported?

It’s hard to wear your heart on your sleeve

Don’t rush to judgment – just because “I Can’t Breathe”

Livestock tainted so the Market can rise

Some believe God loves the lies

So, the next time you do deceive

Don’t ask who said, “I Can’t Breathe”

The Church of Mercy


Show me again

How we do it

Do I have to be under covers

or is it something I can share

with my brothers

Show me again

How we do it

 

I may dress the same

as they do

Or maybe I just hold the chalice

better for You

Oh, the things I hold

 

Reading as You talk aloud

I get a sense of urgency

to be proud

Such a sensation

Comes over me

Until a face turns and gives me pity

 

Show me again

How we do it

 

Your word is Your bond

and of that, I’m quite fond

To know that I should know better

when Your voices becomes

an “I Love You” letter

Never will I divulge my secret crush

Hush.

 

So, Show Me again

What made You do this to me

 

Was it the air I breathed

when You walked by

Did my subservience entice You

and fixate Your eyes on the sky?

How many times did I

touch Your robe

Before we made plans

to see the golden globe?

 

But, in time, I’ll be on my own

Trying to establish a name

from which I’ve grown

And Anaphora will keep haunting me

in ways that it could only be

Show Me again

what made You do this to me

 

Show Me again

so I can have my one true friend

Your Thousand Words


What good are a thousand words

When I can’t say them the way

I want to say them to you?

What meaning could you possibly get

without my voice in front of them?

How many different ways

Could I ever display

Before you get dismayed

Or think you’ve been played?

Tell me,

Have you ever done the same

To somebody you prayed for?

 

What good are a thousand words

If you can’t understand

That they are my solemn vow to you

Without ever raising or chasing my tone

Causing you to be alone?

 

A thousand words

Could turn to curds

Even sung by birds

If they are never heard

 

The thousands of others

Captured and released lovers

Weren’t worthy of your presence

Though I can’t give you presents

This is my confession

Your love has taught me a lesson

 

A thousand words

Would be too many to sing

But if I cut them into thirds

Still, would it be joy they bring?

 

But how about I say three of them

Every day

A different way

Even while we play

Before I go away

I still mean I’ll stay

Cause at home is where I want to pray

And lay

After I bring you a tray

Of your favorite foods and ask you if you’re okay

Before I hear you say

Stay by me always

 

Maybe

I’ll save some words

For other songs

I want you to hear and not fear

Making more rights instead of wrongs

From sun up to dark

Walking hand in hand in the park

 

Don’t fault me

If I can’t keep score

I just want to be

Your thousand words and much, much more