'to prove to the world God can bleed' - ironman 2 - mustachio to ironman.
He is the God who bled and did not strike back...
The God that bled
They really hated you,
we are the ones
because you were so different
and opposed to everything i was about.
everything i thought to be right
you said was all wrong
your actions condemned all my selfishness
selfish self abosorbtion
and i hated to come into your light.
It was more bearable, to kill the source of my pain
though all you did was true
and who you were was pure,
the darkness was more comfortable
everything i knew
told me to get rid of you
You were never into money
People found it strange
you didnt really like the popularity
or playing the power game.
Did I ask for your opinion?
i'll punch your gut- i'll spit on your face
he only looked at me
with a strange look in his eyes
what do they say about you
why dont you fight back!
He was silent, sober, alive.
the crowds cry out crucify the man!
long furrows they score
long bruising wounds on flesh
watching with delight
the floor turns red
Not a sound, not so much as a whimper
there he was silent through all the violations
he prayed but no one came
A crown of thorns for a head so pure
4 nails for limbs that only did righteousses and healed
Writhing, gasping, suffocating, coming
up for another breath,
this thing's not over yet,
Pushing up against a nail.
nails creating electrifying pain.
darkness a cover,
hour after hour,
finally a cry, Father forgive them,
another crazy cry.
who claimed to be God
What a perposterous thing
arrogance personified
the son of the dark king
pure and holy
compasisonate and kind?
An irritant, a mad man
Well we showed Him.
A chronicle of desert wandering. Psalm 119:19 I am a stranger in the earth: hide not thy commandments from me. Psalm 39:12 For I am your guest--a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me. Psalm 25:4 Make me to know your ways, O LORD; teach me your paths.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
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Monday, April 04, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The Waiting
feeling like you've been passed over
waiting for someone to call your name
feeling like a detail in the scenery
that we drive by
waiting for destiny to come a-knocking
waiting for a star to land on your lap
waiting for there to be some meaning
in the endless drone of the everyday
I can feel the whispers of your spirit
I can feel the drawings of eternity
Some day the call's going to come ringing
Blasting like a trumpet in your ear
one day the message will come running,
down every street corner
One day there'll be a song that i'll be singing
One day there'll be a reward for all who persevere
One day my hope will come a-dawning
One day the sky will be alight with fire
So wait until a time of justice
where the judge will call your case
The verdict will come rolling
like a river from high judgement day
So wait until you're done waiting
cos the call can wait no more
So Wait until the time of completeness
where never wanting we'll reach eternity's shore
-Isaac
waiting for someone to call your name
feeling like a detail in the scenery
that we drive by
waiting for destiny to come a-knocking
waiting for a star to land on your lap
waiting for there to be some meaning
in the endless drone of the everyday
I can feel the whispers of your spirit
I can feel the drawings of eternity
Some day the call's going to come ringing
Blasting like a trumpet in your ear
one day the message will come running,
down every street corner
One day there'll be a song that i'll be singing
One day there'll be a reward for all who persevere
One day my hope will come a-dawning
One day the sky will be alight with fire
So wait until a time of justice
where the judge will call your case
The verdict will come rolling
like a river from high judgement day
So wait until you're done waiting
cos the call can wait no more
So Wait until the time of completeness
where never wanting we'll reach eternity's shore
-Isaac
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