I Live for You Now

Strangled with hope
released from the chains
of tainted justice
created from a mind
of confusion

blurred vision
crowded out thoughts
of goodness
invaded by temptations
of human depravity

what is mere man
that Thou should
hear his cry?
Oh Father
why?

We've touched
the tomb of emptiness
smoked the kindles
of Hell
holding on to the brimstone
of love
for ourselves
of hate
for ourselves

gritting our teeth
forming an impression
of past sins
unforgotten
unforgiven
Hell hath it's fury

Why Oh God
have you
poured mercy
on the weak?
had compassion
on your enemy?

It is not I
who have sought You
You called
You chose
You bought
my soul

Suicidal thoughts
of my former man
haunting memories
he still lives
yet You've killed him
he's dead
You're alive
I live

I live for You now


12/14/2011
Copyright © 2011 Brian D. Jackson

Kill the Clown

6 shells drop
from a trigger finger
hold on tight
don't let it linger
hair pin turns
and split second decisions
fashioned by fads
and fairy tale visions

feasts are plagues
with flags of freedom
flying the foolishness
disguised as wisdom
why so serious
the joker grins
as he draws the blood
of a million kids

CHILDREN!!~~~

kill the noise
of prideful whispers
cut the cord
with truthful scissors
the gun is real
it's dark ammunition
puts in the key
and starts the ignition
play not with fire
lest you be burned
hear from scars
the life that was learned

11/29/11
Copyright © 2011 Brian D. Jackson

Contrast

I once was a slave to sadness
Now I am a slave to joy
Though sometimes I long
for the sad path
Your love grips my soul

To gorge on fleshly lusts
To relish in temptations of Hell
I remember then the happiness
of when Your Holy Spirit fell
Nothing I did or can possibly do
changed this heart of mine
You reached down in mercy
and forgave my every crime
You loved me with no conditions
Upon Grace You did pursue
And changed my heart of sadness
to give desires that were new
Now a battle rages
between the sadness and the joy
Give me power of resistance
The power of Your Word employ
I am forever grateful
That I am still a slave
but now it is Your righteousness
for which my heart doth crave

I once was a slave to sadness
Now I am a slave to joy
Though sometimes I long
for the sad path
Your love grips my soul

9-18-2011

Silent Song

walk the night alone
sunshine drops upon my lips
silent dew upon the brow
wishing to drown in the sea
of pointless people

hopeless cause for happiness
strumming the sad cords
beating drums of doom
holding the New Song
waiting too long
for wrong... to be right
for blindness... to be sight

I can sing
but it matters not
for I open not my mouth
I sing in my head
the happy tunes
that can save the world

6-27-11
Copyright © 2011 Brian D. Jackson

Blood Stained Tears

blood stained tears
that cover the hands
of lethargy
deaf to the cries
of blatant pain
screaming for love
cutting flesh with mirrors
of self-love
that promise happiness
reaching the mountain top
of bliss

~euphoria~

flotation devices
in the blood of the fallen
...till the storm approaches
and the waves
beat them to the bottom of emotion
weighed down
by the anchor of self-loathing
...too late to be saved
by the love of the Real

love them NOW
before they drown
and their blood
is on your hands


6/8/11
Copyright © 2011 Brian D. Jackson

O Thou Who Hast Our Sorrows Borne

O Thou who hast our sorrows borne,
Help us to look on Thee and mourn,
On Thee whom we have slain,
Have pierced a thousand thousand times,
And by reiterated crimes
Renewed Thy mortal pain.

Vouchsafe us eyes of faith to see
The Man transfixed on Calvary,
To know Thee, who Thou art,
The one eternal God and true;
And let the sight affect, subdue,
And break my stubborn heart.

Lover of souls, to rescue mine,
Reveal the charity divine,
That suffered in my stead;
That made Thy soul a sacrifice,
And quenched in death those flaming eyes,
And bowed that sacred head.

The veil of unbelief remove,
And by Thy manifested love,
And by Thy sprinkled blood,
Destroy the love of sin in me,
And get Thyself the victory,
And bring me back to God.

Now let Thy dying love constrain
My soul to love its God again,
Its God to glorify;
And lo! I come Thy cross to share,
Echo Thy sacrificial prayer,
And with my Saviour die.

Isaiah 53:4-6

Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the LORD has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.

-a hymn by John Wesley

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One Word

I woke up this morning with this upon my heart.
This is my morning worship to Thee oh God and may others join in this prayer.


There are none in front of Thee
There are none behind Thee
There are none beside Thee

You are One

When the sun rises in the morning
I remember Your mercies are new
When the moon shines in the night
I reflect upon Your love
For Your Son is beautiful
the reflection of the brightness of Your glory
We dare not look upon Your eyes
for You are a consuming fire
Yet your love demands intimacy
drawing us upon every Word
You call upon the morning dew
and we hear Your gentle voice in the Breeze
No language can convey
the sweetness of Your voice

How long will You tarry?
when will You speak again?
Our ears are to the ground
as we lie prostrate to the earth
Is this Your voice we hear
or do we listen for another?
Come oh God of Creation
speak to Your creatures
once again
Just one more word
to get us through the night

For You have said
we will endure unto the end
and thus we call to You
for You are our strength
else we die

3/31/2011

To Be a Kid

I want to go cra-zay
get off the grid
let it all hang out
like I was still a kid

none of the worries
none of the pain
none of the junk
that now fills my brain

I want to go jump rope
swing from a tree
slam dunk a do-nut
maybe even in tea

Run my nails down a chalkboard
just for the thrill
use chalk on the sidewalk
and roll down a hill

I want to get lost in the woods
and scream out loud
jump in a fountain
in front of a crowd

Ride my cool bike
and jump a big ramp
make the longest skid mark
proclaim I'm the champ

I will be Superman
and you can be Darth Vader
I can mix and match movies
don't be a hater

You can't find me
when I hide in a tree
I am a Ninja
before you count to three

Dreams are dreams
but I live again
every moment I take time
to play with my children


1-17-11

Copyright © 2011 Brian D. Jackson

What an Awesome God!!

My mind tries to comprehend things like this, but it really adds to the awe when seen visually. Amazing God, Oh how unsearchable are Your ways!