Bless You, O Lord, my king
Savior, redeemer, Judge &
Chief Creationist, for I am naught
but a slave made in Adam’s likeness,
the heart of Christ pulsing within
Your faith is the wildest reckoning
a joy insurrection for keeps
Let us stay and weep for the ages,
That we may see them all in their turn.
I am quiet tonight
sitting in the Lord’s land
He is king here
not the powerglots of the Principality
seeking shame or flashcards of wasted destiny.
No words of menace hath my God
He hath love & judgment,
mercy & truth, and of course,
the deeds that flow through our
skies like burdening clouds.