Your Word

O LORD what have we done?

Your word lies in tatters before us

Torn to pieces by your children

We’ve removed the truths too hard

Casting aside that which is painful

As Children lost in the wilderness

We received your word as truth

Believing the Bible to be our guide

Its Divine inspiration our security

Then sins valley faded into fears past

Truth became as we would have it

Accepting only that which we live

Are we to redeem a fallen world?

On what solid rock do we stand?

Is our Bible as the shifting sand?

Absolutes have lost their relevance

Changing as societies elusive moralities

Your word becomes one of many truths

Chose Buddha, Mohammad or Christ

Among them believe what pleases you

After all each spoke many fine words

These people honor me with their lips

Their teachings are but rules

Many rules but taught by men

You have let go of the commands of GOD

Holding onto the traditions of men

With humility on my lips I pray

O LORD what have we done?

BARUCH 10/23/07

CALLED

Where are all the men you called?

Who knew not faith civilized

Caring only that they’ve been called

Bold in the desire to follow Christ

Never having lived a faith of ease

Always shunned and disregarded

Barely considered as growing to a man

Desiring to be least, Not a virtue

But a choice made by others

So often an outcast among the world

Now civilized their faith domesticated

Using Christ merely as a shield

Deflecting blows while retreating

Wrapped in warm and fuzzy Christianity

No longer warriors fighting for Christ

But gentle saints content to follow

Willing to go as Christ does lead

Plodding along grazing as heifers

Now unfit for the Kingdoms fight

GOD has called hi warriors to battle

Yet very few have chosen to answer

Bringing sadness to Heavens armies

A they prepare for the battles approach

Causing them to turn and ask the King

Where are all the men you called?

BARUCH 10/17/07

LIVE THIS DAY

How long O sovereign LORD

How long must I mourn

Many days now I’ve worn sackcloth

Ashes still crown my head

My act was not of rebellion

An accident with none at fault

Tho it was not against you I acted

Still I must give my penitence

Mustn’t there be some punishment

Am I allowed to go unpunished?

Can a smile now caress my face?

After 7 days may I laugh again?

In a month can I again sing?

Speak LORD I’m desperate to hear

There is no peace in my life

Joy a forgotten and past virtue

I must choose this day to live

My past must be just that

I have asked for humble forgiveness

With payment of my peace paid

I now return to your service

Confident my promise is secure

Knowing your love for me unshaken

People are again looking form a smile

My desire for punishment now ended

Today I start to live again

THE TABLE

Meet me at my table you ask

So I’ve come at your request

Not sure of your reasons why

You didn’t choose a Kings Table?

This one is rough hewed and stained

Its origins once thought useless

No value in its meager existence

Holding Bread served by peasants

Wine of drunkards stain this wood

This cannot be your heavenly table

You are the King of Kings O’ LORD

A banquet table is more appropriate

Gold overlaid with ornate carvings

Priceless Jewels encrusted in it rim

Why are There are no chairs to sit

On my knees must I then bow to eat?

A small cake of bread, A jug of wine

This is all that you have to offer me

You promised me a meal so divine

Jesus took the bread, and gave thanks

Saying Take it; this is my body."

Then he took the cup, and gave thanks

"This is my blood of the covenant,

Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man

Drink his blood; you have no life in you.

Whoever eats my flesh

Drinks my blood has eternal life,

I will raise him up at the last day.

For my flesh is real food

My blood is real drink.

Whoever eats my flesh

Whoever drinks my blood

He remains in me, and I in him.

Meet me at my table you ask

So I’ve come at your request

That I may receive life

BARUCH 09/26/07