live with pain and all it gives back is honesty; this is largely what’s responsible for the human struggle. In a place where giving ends and there is no more giving, we deny ourselves a dream of hope stew; a mishmash of unlearned diatribes and basics. They fall away in 5th avenue shops of decor …
A Meditation of a Prophet. To the Chief Musician. A Hosanna of Gary. My Spirit is within, Says the LORD, Lest fear overcome. My Word is near, Says the LORD, Lest tempest rule. My will is given, Says the LORD, Lest sin remain. For in darkest night, My glory is your light, For you are …
And the prophet called upon the LORD, “Oh, that my body is calm and knows peace, that I may bless others through prayers, And that others may bless me in return. That I would be honest and humble, And not cling to this earth, so that I may remember my place.”
To the Chief Musician. A Hosanna of Gary. My God in heaven, Hurry quickly. Do not cast us off In the rising storm. When I call out to thee, Your presence is sure. If I deny your love, Your Son is a beacon in the night.
A Praise of Worship. To the Chief Advocate. A Hosanna of Gary. The LORD is Wonderful, For His presence is assured. His strength is honorable with no regret, For He gives to all men freely, And His intentions are secure. As with the breaking of dawn, His love sings praises. Glory breaks forth into song, …
To the Chief Musician of Songs. A Contemplation of the Righteous in a Tribute to Christ the King. A Hosanna of Gary. Lift a voice unto the hills, from whence comes my help? From a place within, not without, hath declared the King of Kings. The Spirit within me yearns jealously for my years, When …
A Praise of Worship. To the Chief Musician in Heaven. A Hosanna of Gary. Strike the timbrel; Awaken the lute! With voices joined, we lift our praises! When our enemies assembled, Their teeth were like swords. But no place was given, God slew them in earnest. The holy are marked, By God-who-sees. Ten thousand may …