I Am Your Song
i am your song
my own worst enemy
my only friend
the flesh
the devil & our enemies
coming of age atrocities
futurephiliacs phobicities
cruel is the new kind
the age of consequence
the age of consent why
to glut your hunger
to slake your thirst
old wine skin songs
like dew forms jewels
uncrowned tears
uncrying zion longs for us
orphaned widowed & poor
fresh on threshing floor
myrrful dirges perfume
air thick black tendrils
pouring souls over
skins strings fissures schisms
secret sins expose those who
thought the sun was god who
thought the universe revolved
around her ringfinger
dollhouses of old
dead as wood stone clay & gold
playthings we are
kingdom come not pawns
scent of your gift
bittersweet lavender
safflower & cinnamon
oil of lebanon
milk white sky
captive we crawl
sick whip burns
distillers of strong
proud flesh now shy
prostrate we fall
mirthful mockery
unclean mirror wisdom she
calls to us yet we heed
beds made of
scarlet crimson ruby
harlot darkness & shadows
by the rivers of babylon
bathed in blasphemy
break the fangs & teeth
broke the jaws & keys
now cured
the cursed & criminal
sovereign love
makes holy the impure
malcontent 6 senses void
incomplete joy
peace weep no more
food for worms
marrow warmth
comfort & mourn
good news for all roars
through & to all who will hear
nation tribe tongue
arise transcendent
phoenixes priests
the line of melchizedek
the lion of judah
opens hearts & skulls
rampant guardant
like tender scrolls
triumphant passant
royal blood
root of david
the few the narrow
the hated & the hatred
people of the risen king
not people of the cross
cowards killers boast
saints martyrs return home
they show us our faith yet
we fear not the 1st or 2nd death
we worship not persons pulpit or
church architecture
made by the hands of man
we hang our hearts & harps
contrite we bring gifts
broken we bring obedience
unbearable unmitigated joy is ours
rehearsing eternity
not in word but in song
in our weakness He is strong
bought ingrafted & kin
inheritors of new heaven new earth
we are preperfect instruments
below angels above insects
suffer well creatures
children of their creator
the flesh
the devil & our enemies
they think of us a toy
but the Lord has set us
above His highest joy
vox anon 2015
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psalm 137: 1-6