The Miracle; The Testimony

September 7, 2019

So God,
Make me your example
Make me a miracle
I’ll be the miracle

Show us a miracle
I’ll be the one

We are waiting
Anticipating
The miraculous
Show us miraculous

The miracle working power
of our God:
We’ve been waiting
We’ve been waiting on you
The miracle worker

I am not the same
I’ve been changed
In Your Glory

I am the testimony.


Together, We Sing

August 31, 2019

Apocrypha: The Song of The Three Holy Children
AND they walked in the midst of the fire, praising God, and blessing the Lord.  O all ye winds, bless ye the Lord: and exalt him above all for ever.

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The Odes of Solomon: Ode 6
As the wind glides through the harp and the strings speak, So the Spirit of the Lord speaks through my members, and I speak through His love.

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Jesus: The Son of Man: Joseph – Surnamed Justus
They say that only the wind combed His hair, and only the rain brought His clothes and His body together. They deem Him mad, and they attribute His words to demons. Yet behold, the Man despised sounded a challenge and the sound thereof shall never cease. He sang a song and none shall arrest that melody.  It shall hover from generation to generation and it shall rise from sphere to sphere remembering the lips that gave it birth and the ears that cradled it.

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The Groom’s Still Waiting at the Altar

August 17, 2019

Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated.
She was walking down the hallway while the walls deteriorated.

East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your silence for snobbery,
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin’ what one was never meant to be.

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Don’t know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn’t come back to haunt me,
Finally had to give her up ’bout the time she began to want me.
But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated.
I’d a-done anything for that woman if she didn’t make me feel so obligated.

West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the cage,
Curtain risin’ on a new stage,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better standin’ around like furniture.
There’s a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it,
Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won’t have the power to keep it.

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Cities on fire, phones out of order,
They’re killing nuns and soldiers, there’s fighting on the border.
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain’t seen her since January,
She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.

West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.


What Is the Truth, Now ? : Last Hallelujah

August 10, 2019

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Walking alone through the desert sands
In a blinding light someone reaching out their hands
I saw the black of the midnight sky
Turning blood red right before my eyes

I’m simply mystified
A soul electrified
I feel a yearning within
As the spirit kicks in

The earth stands still as I shake
Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

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Walking on water in a raging storm
I could see the face of a man with a crown of thorns
In the distance I can hear a voice
And it’s calling me, it’s calling me

To testify
No need to justify
I feel a heavenly wind
Like a breath on my skin

The earth stands still as I shake
Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Sing Hallelujah
Sing Hallelujah
Sing Hallelujah
Sing Hallelujah

The Music-And New

The earth stands still as I shake
Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah

This might be my last
I feel so alive
Hallelujah
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

WAIT ON THE LORD


Acts (With Filled Cups)

May 6, 2019

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Are You Ready?


Trilogy: Property of Jesus

April 22, 2019

Go ahead and talk about him because he makes you doubt
Because he has denied himself the things that you can’t live without
Laugh at him behind his back just like the others do
Remind him of what he used to be when he comes walkin’ through

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

Stop your conversation when he passes on the street
Hope he falls upon himself, oh, won’t that be sweet
Because he can’t be exploited by superstition anymore
Because he can’t be bribed or bought by the things that you adore

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

When the whip that’s keeping you in line doesn’t make him jump
Say he’s hard-of-hearin’, say that he’s a chump
Say he’s out of step with reality as you try to test his nerve
Because he doesn’t pay no tribute to the king that you serve

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

Say that he’s a loser ’cause he got no common sense
Because he don’t increase his worth at someone else’s expense
Because he’s not afraid of trying, ’cause he don’t look at you and smile
’Cause he doesn’t tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he’s got no style

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

You can laugh at salvation, you can play Olympic games
You think that when you rest at last you’ll go back from where you came

But you’ve picked up quite a story and you’ve changed since the womb
What happened to the real you, you’ve been captured but by whom?

He’s the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You’ve got a heart of stone

Right to Overcome

At the same time[s], be aware: The truth is in seeking.  Once we, in
tandems with the spirit, have sought to “overcome” to certain utmost degrees, remaining abilities may then need to be given over to the Trinity.  Therein, these are not failures, for within we are still won.

East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.