GOD hears prayers.

Slaves standing
sitting
picking things
gave praises to God
under the leash
of unbridle greed
they said they heard God
"Master oh master are you hearing what I am hearing
do you understand the words of our song"
swing low sweet chariot
for the sin on both sides
of the Mason Dixon line
For white and black
for the freedom lost by all
for a few sheckels more
to be human a little less,
slowly turning
a mill stone
grinding corn pon
our immortal soul made of GoLD
that we turn to lead,
I used to wonder how master?
How? How did you hear?
The call of GOD!!!
behind the sound of chains, pain, taers and shame
Of being human turned to property,
but still
with brother torn from mother
father from daughter,
no more family
just cattle for the mindless prattle
of puffed up pigeons
living in the rafters of the house of Usher.
but still they gave praise
and today a Negro President has been raised
showing the world!!!
that God hears our prayers.
So Give the Good GOD
his due,
and don't dance to the fiddle
of the devil
playing under the shade of death.
before the pit to hell.

Idol lye bye

I can't break
bread
at the table of the Lord,
thinking
and
hearing,
THE SACRIFICE
OF CHRIST
is the same
as the meandering
sayings of big belly buddha
more turns than snake river,
by his will alone will he transcend
avoiding the concept of the GOOD GOD!!!
The endless cycles of life and death
ring around the roses
pocket full of posies
I think
Your thought
going right round
round right
a complete circle
in the darkness from the Lord
do you hear the pleasant
call of God,
A single note of the golden horn,
cradled by Gabriel
guarded by Micheal
made by the lord of host
Listen can you hear?
the praises to God
the laughter of cherubs
the beat of your heart
that knows
In all the heaven and hell
only christ took a stand
to save humanity
not a get out of jail free card
but salvation
from the endless
carousel of nonsense
God is a bug
then from a bug
to a God
It is a pebble of sand that becomes a mountain
the mustard seed turning into a tree,
God"s love growing in me
God's love living in you
not the great escape from hell
but living the right way,
embracing the truth
the light of the world
hollow are the idols
of glit and glamour
tap dancing into our senses
I turn the T.V. off
and graven images linger on billboards
commies called it capiltalistic indulgences
I call it "In God we Trust"
is bankrupt

You and me loving and living for God.
Love is not a four letter
and
humor is a gift from God.
but the self
without God is a delusion.
The strength of God sustains me
His will
that moves the universe
turn lead into gold
moving human's hearts from evil to good.
from sad to glad,
the tears of the frail
wiped away
so we can continue on the trail
towards mount Zion
and live by Christ's
way, not doing away with the law
but living in harmony
like the moon skipping around the earth
to hide from the sun
just like God always telling us he loves us.