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What Message is Getting Through

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There is deafening noise all around,
You cannot escape it wherever you are bound.
A violent roar angry, loud and explosive,
So loud, oh so loud, it turns into a weapon so corrosive.
Noise so big, so loud, so hot and molten,
Your message is lost to all, dispelled, no longer golden.

There is violence in the streets below.
People breaking in, as people once friends turn to foes.
Glass shatters, bricks explode, fire flames and licks,
The guilty or innocent such destruction has no pick.
Businesses, homes, people damaged or wiped away,
Taken out by waves of fury again today.

There are tidal waves of age old lies,
How many deaths will be enough to die?
Leaders so corrupted they cannot smell their stench,
Plans roll out to which they've plied their wrench.
This has nothing to do with "we the people",
Much to do with the torn down steeple.

No longer can I hear the message,
No longer can I read the passage,
No longer can I find reason for sanity,
No longer do I see any recognization of dignity.
The locusts have passed again and again,
I cannot hear through their violent, wicked din.

There is one promise to which I cling,
One taste of tomorrow despite todays sting.
Jesus came and died, He the only perfect One,
He rose from death His victory won.
He is returning, He is coming back,
In Him alone resides all the understanding we lack.

Until then though I struggle to hear your voice,
Do you think there is another sane choice?
This paints a picture of evil reigning,
Of the worst of all humanity demanding,
Their way or no way, life or death,
It seems your intent to steal away our last breath.

There is deafening racket all around,
No escape no matter where you're bound.
A violent roar, angry, loud and explosive,
So loud, oh so loud, it turns into a weapon so corrosive.
Noise so BIG, so LOUD, SO hot, SO molten,
Your message is lost to all, dispelled, no longer golden.


Cottage-by-the-Sea #30, 10/26/15


Abba Father:
She made her way here,
Sometime in the night,
When I opened the door,
I knew something wasn’t right.
We sat for a while,
She began to speak,
Her hurt and her pain,
Did love make her weak?
The accident, four weeks ago,
Left Traumatic Brain Injury,
In the man she loves,
Not a hurt that heals in a hurry.
And facts must be faced,
It may not heal at all,
She turns into the waves and wind,
Your mightiness, she feels so small.
Oh Father, how she does cry!
I’d take her pain if You’d permit.
We call out to You on his behalf,
He has, all say, a fighting spirit.
Joy flickers a glint in her eyes,
She unwraps his every smile,
Clinging to You in their faith,
Every step of every mile.
We don’t understand Your ways,
We don’t know Your mind,
Or the path still to climb,
All of which You Will help us find.
Here in our Cottage-by-the-Sea,
We seek Your special peace,
We offer our prayers,
Holy Spirit comfort us please.
We’re trusting and praying,
We know You’ve not forgotten us,
With all our heart and faith
We believe You’re enough,
With a plan for their lives,
You’re a God who is able,
Help us be true to You,
Our steps straight and stable.
Heal this young Christian,
We believe this is Your plan,
We’ll continue to pray hard,
As she stands with this young man.
                  dfav 10/26/15