Life: Plaintively Juxtaposed

THE CALL                                THE CRY

My eyes see, yet I am blind to the sights
My ears hear, yet I am deaf to life’s clamoring call
My heart beats, but I need to be more compassionate
My feet walk, but I won’t compete with this world!

I thirst, but it isn’t for water
I hunger, but it isn’t for bread
I love, but my love has limits

Christ died, so that I may have New Life instead!

Give me, Lord, a heart like my Master

Filled to the brim, with compassion today

Teach me to love, Lord, even the unlovely

And bless me, Lord, let me be fed

From unbroken cisterns,

Not vessels of clay

Nor from untrustworthy servants

Hiding white-washed tombs filled with dead

Words, dead hopes, delusions, confusion

Save me, My Father, else I, too, will soon be dead!

Give Grace to the grateful

Give Rest to the weary

Give Peace to the poor

Bring Love to the fore

Front of Ministry

Meeting the miserable

Greeting the grudgeful

Soothing the cold!

Red and yellow
Black and white

Pretty people in God’s Sight!

Made for blessing
Come confessing

Laud the Master

On His High Throne!

Heaven is waiting!

Time is deflating

Sin is escalating

Loving has grown cold!

Hearts are all stony
Bodies fat are bony
Sound is overwhelming
Houses are crowded
Yet people are alone!

Lord, You are merciful!

Our tempers are mercurial!

Saints face the tribunal!

Hate is on overload!

Lord, Death is demanding!

Two make a couple
Three wild a throuple
Sex is assignable
Bold Mummies young are stonily cold and old!

Daddy is a test tube
Granny is a rented womb
Priest is a parasite

Oh, Father, Judgment is for gold!

Up down means sideways
Over there means back-back

Your Children are being stacked!

Evil is feeding the flack!

Come, Lord, I beg You!

Until then, I beseech You

Let us continue to receive You

Keep watch, for we believe You

Please, Lord, let The Redemption commence!

Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

and ... when my race is run, my heart shall say: