“What I don’t say is that which I do.”
A twisted standard that’s hanging you
“Stand for nothing and for all I’ll fall.”
An untold strait in which you bawl
The imminent threat always advancing
Falling back your singing and dancing
A nebulous image amid a storm
Pasquinade of life to perform

Our Lord and Master reigns above

God sent His Spirit in the form of a dove

On Him to rest virtue and might

No thought, nor deed escapes his sight

The prophet John did baptize

In the Jordan for all eyes

To look upon His glorious face

Freed from death a fallen race

Jesus Christ went on to perform

A perfect work, thus we adorn

Robes of pure righteousness

His blessed name we shall confess

To all the earth by day and night

In God’s mercy, we delight

Notice the sky behold God’s might

A brilliant star traverses the night

Fading away to who knows where

Feeble minds prompt a stare

Mark the clouds just passing time

Wind and rain are past sublime

Who can fathom the Spirit of You?

All would cease if You withdrew

God’s ways no one can know

Except that which He’s pleased to show

I’m not tough, rather soft as a mallow
Sans God’s Spirit I’m slight and shallow
More of the Lord and less of me
Faithful hopes in the glory to be
Finished alone by God’s blessed Son
In whom I trust the victory’s won
Look to Christ and hold Jesus near
In His shadow, there is no fear

If it’s true, I’ll surely lie

Feigning tears, one can’t deny

If I’m guilty I’ll plead, not

Claiming virtue, I have, not

When duly charged I’ll fitly bray

Fifth Amendment will be my stay

When caught I will stand

Turn and walk with a wave of the hand

Theatrical play Greek tetralogy

Change of a name, a whole new face

Take the stage

Newfound grace

Some may think this is funny

Grant me power, offer me money

Surely, you’re wise to trust in me

I know the cry, I hold the key

Form the blueprint, a scheme for life

Selfless and true I’ll live for you

The robe of honor, I’ll adorn

No malice, gossip, sloth, or scorn

Children safe in the Idyll state

Morals, ethics, I’ll legislate

No place for fraud or even greed

Give of ourselves to those in need

End of all war and destruction

Join with me; heed the instruction

Skillful narratives heard before

A history aptly called ‘Folklore.’

Not to cast moreover to take

Angelic warfare: souls to break

Spiritually discerned unseen forces

Lethal shadows battle for the mind

That which is masked is that which rules you

It’s not what you say, it’s what you do

You can talk, but you can’t hide

Will-less state concealed inside

For growth and strength hold Jesus Christ near

To turn away is to die in fear

God’s in command, settled your soul

You lost your grip so long ago

Life and death, there’s no compromise

The Author of Truth,

Or father of lies

From up high infinite in space

God surveys this worldly place

Marvelous sights; wonderful sounds

In creation, splendor abounds

How could it be You chose to give?

The gift of Truth that I may live

So unworthy; Your merciful grace

Shined upon this dolorous face

Spirit in me cries unto you

Past the sky beyond heavens blue

No need to talk just do as I say

Clear your mind I know the way

The path is vast, and I’ll steer you wrong

Avoid all care with leisurely song

Trust in me to paint your view

I have more faith in you than you

Raise you up to let you down

Keep you in peace, smiling like a clown

A curious charm spells false relief

With me, you’re safe, lost in disbelief