Poetry of Time
---Col.3:12---
An
illustration of how the "meek who will inherit the Earth", aspire to
Jehovah God's divine qualities of wisdom and love, justice, and power.
if I
could fly like your eagles Sisters
IF I COULD GLIDE LIKE YOUR
DOVES, Brothers
YOUR VISIONS would reveal
the courage of true love
AS WE RISE WITH
THE WIND YOU CREATED FOR OUR WINGS, Duet
ANGLES RIGHT WITHIN OUR HEARTS REJOICE AND
SING...
OF YOUR LOVE SO DIVINE
OUR LOVE WILL WRITE NEW RHYMES INTO THE
POETRY OF TIME.
IF I COULD ROAR LIKE YOUR LIONS, [2ti.4:2]
IF I WAS GENTLE LIKE YOUR LAMBS, [Eph.2:8]
I'D STAND UPON MOUNT ZION,
SEND JUSTICE THROUGH THE LAND.
WHEN WE'RE SO STRONG AND GENTLE THAT WE CAN
CALM THE SEA,
WE'LL STAND IN THE TEMPLE OF
HIS HEAVENLY MAJESTY....
LIKE YOUR LOVE SO DIVINE,
OUR LOVE WILL WRITE NEW RHYMES INTO THE POETRY
OF TIME.
IF I HAD YOUR LIGHTNING AND THUNDER, [Rv.19:11-16]
IF I HAD YOUR GENTLE RAIN, [Rv.7:14-17
I WOULD WORK SUCH WONDERS, [Rv.20:1-3]
I'D TAME THAT HURRICANE, [Mt.24:21]
WHEN YOUR KINGDOM COMES, IN PEACE THE EARTH
WILL DWELL,
THAT'S WHEN WE'LL PAINT YOUR SUNSET'S PASSION
IN PASTELS!
WITH LOVE THAT'S SO DIVINE,
OUR LOVE WILL WRITE NEW RHYMES INTO YOUR POETRY
OF TIME!
time tests every reason, Paces every season under heaven
It hears promises of
peace and security
bicker in the winds of
war and futility ,
hears your truths
twisted into thorny lies
of blasphemy blinding
and entwining minds,
sees castles built by
calloused hands
conquered and
crumbling back to sand,
it sees waves of grain
gracing your fruited plain,
haunted with poverty
and hunger pains,
even the blossoms of
love you create,
wither into winters of
broken heartaches......
--- 2Ti.3:1-5
----
But now the rhymes for
Your reason,
for uprooting weeds ruining your
master plan, [Rv.11:18]
yes the sign of Your
season
is your seedlings of Eden are in full bloom now
in every land [Rv.7:9]
And your golden rule's
shining on them
from the sun as you've
decreed, [Mt.28:19-20]
like your fragrant
orchids
they're proclaiming
prince of peace !
So
let your kingdom dawn, in peace the Earth must dwell,
we're ready to paint
your sunrise glory in pastels!
Like your love so
divine,
may our love write new
rhymes and become your Poetry Of Time!
copyright Steve Dillon
2004
