Matthew 5:45

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Rain falls on

The just and the unjust

On thieves and moths

And rust

On folded hands

And broken lands

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Rain falls on

Overflowing cups

And the dusty dryness

In the rut

In peaceful shade

And blood soaked blade

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Rain falls on

Land of milk and honey

On people who love and lack

The money

On abundant wealth

And empty shelf

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Rain falls on

Over billowing ocean

And the dry desert dunes

Sandy motion

On swamp sunflower

And cactus flower

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Rain falls on

Supplying what we need

In our contentment and in

Our greed

On a feral forest child

Veiled in civility for a while

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Rain falls on

The just and unjust

On fertile field

And drought dust

On the raging nations

And the garden’s quiet patience

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Love and Weapons

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When you know you cannot hide

Behind a picket fence

Ensconced with the belief

That evil resides in past tense

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You know the reason good men

Become cogs in the machine

Is because they fear the fallout

If they boldly intervened

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You know it costs you everything

If you are wanting to be free,

However, it costs you nothing

Just to simply leave

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You know that the lightning

Is more than just thunder

And people have names

They are not numbers

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You know love casts out fear

leaving determination

To fling oneself into the arms

Of wild raging liberation.

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You know love is not made

But exists as a current

Like, a bush that burns

But it cannot be burnt.

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So when love is given

But is not returned

Fear is still cast out

And valor is still earned

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So blow on dry bones

And let the dead men rise

Release them from where

They lie low and hide

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And raise up an army

Of Heaven’s hardy children

A mighty battalion

Of little warrior pilgrims

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To crash up upon

Jordan’s stormy banks

And rouse the benumbed

Silent sleeping ranks

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To gather their courage

And fight with true hand

To call evil for evil

That foundation built of sand.

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That they would know the truth

And it surely set them free

That to glorify the self

Is an unfounded phony glory

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But to lay down one’s life

For the honor of a friend

Is the only glory

That does not have an end.

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So Love is a Person

It is not a verb

It is a living breathing

Holy righteous Word

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The sword of the spirit

It is the word of god

Peace is a gospel

In which feet are shod

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Salvation is a helmet

And righteousness thick leather

But truth is the belt

To tie it all together

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We have these precious treasures

In these jars of clay

But only when we’re broken

Can they see the light of day.

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Triune Praise

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Holy, Holy, Holy

The Lion is a Lamb

His gentle raging

The Warrior with carpenter hands

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Holy, Holy, Holy

The woman’s writhing labor

Draining placental blood

A virgin highly favored

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Holy, Holy, Holy

The rising mountains dance

The great depths roar

To song of divine romance

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Holy, Holy, Holy

The nations rage

He quietly, efficiently

Sweeps the stage

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Holy, Holy, Holy

The King of Glory

You are the author

Of the only true story

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Holy, Holy, Holy

You are hope and peace

Satisfaction

In famine or feast

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Holy, Holy, Holy

Your will be done

Wake up sleepers

Life has begun

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Holy, Holy, Holy

Come back to reign

Utterly destroy

That which cheaply entertains

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Holy, Holy, Holy

The Lord of the brave

Calls us up

To soar past the grave

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Holy, Holy, Holy

Jesus almighty

The bright morning star

The lion who bleeds

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Holy, Holy, Holy

The healer of our dreams

Plunging them to victory

In sacrificial stream

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Animus Vox

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Let there be light!

It smells like Christmas tonight.

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Crickets sing so soulfully

They chant away the lonely.

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I’m covered with a starry tent

Living in the time I’m lent,
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Weaving happy memories

Out of this autumnal breeze.

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The coyote’s chorus

Is rising in the forest.

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Where foxes prowl

With competing owls

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And the running deer

By moon’s mirthless cheer

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Stamp up the ground

Eating apples they have found.

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I inhale my camping fire

And then exhale it’s bright desire.

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The shadows dance

Around warm romance.

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Each burning ember

Is like a dream remembered,

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Warming a hope to life

Under a starry night.

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I can hear my animus vox

Echoing from these river rocks.

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New Moon in Scorpio

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It is a cold starry night

For a drifting satellite:

She is a celestial graft

Arcing her elliptical path.

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She’s a power driven star

Amongst galaxies and quasars

Sailing heavens heights:

A gravitational kite.

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Now switching on the rocket drive

Her accessory boosters come alive

Aiming for that black unknown

The only reliable pathway home.

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Leaving mechanical orbit-

That quiet routine circuit.

She achieves escape velocity

in parabolic trajectory.

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Moving to encompass

That vast great darkness

Ever seeking solid sunlight

In a cold starry night.

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