A God-fearer
A devil-slayer
A demon hunter
A man eater
A red dressed up kind of
Hook-up,
A spot light on mister Shindler
Could it be any kinder then
To need a real Savior?
A world of controversy has
Come to me—
The pulpit in the culprit
A story to write,
A life to get right
A hyphen kind of friend
An addendum to the conundrum
Alone is dead and alive in the crowds
Real loud traffic from beneath
Sheol greats you today
Fire takes up to much space
For a lake of fire for the few
We want to go there
But a sea on my knees is
What I plead—glass to spread
Like the cracks in the cement
A cemented message before the
Rent, before we ask to repent!
I will speak,
I will go against the labels
Around me,
Label it Christ crucified and don’t
Ask for anything else—
The middle love has come down
From above—high is Your name
And High above is what I will
Proclaim