Tale of Two Sons

A tale of two sons told in two songs:
A royal Son begotten by His Father,
A royal son betrayed his own father,
The true King reigns on the holy mountain.

A royal Son begotten by His Father,
Given the nations as a coronation gift,
Offers refuge to surrendering rebels.

A royal son betrayed his own father,
Cavorting in public to flaunt his folly,
Eventually hung by the gallows of his vanity.

The true King reigns on the holy mountain,
Shattering the kiln-fired hostiles, and
Shielding the king-friended humble.

10-29-2018

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Troublemaker Blues (Psalm 3)

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Listen to Troublemaker Blues (Psalm 3)

There are so many troublemakers
O Lord, they’re all around
They’re sayin’, they keep on sayin’
His God, his help, can’t be found

Lord, You’re my shield, defendin’ me
You hear my every weepin’ cry
My glory, You lift up my head
You’re the only one on my side

I lay down my weary head and sleep
Come mornin’, get back up again
I ain’t afraid of thousands startin’ trouble
They don’t know the trouble they’re in

Salvation is the Lord’s, He ain’t stingy
He save an ole lowlife like me
His blessings pour down on His people
I’m waitin’ them blessings for to see

8-27-2016

Shield-Shadow (Elder Edda)

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Warrior-walls ’round wend,
Weeping to produce.
My bed is the battlefield,
My blanket clamor.
My destiny—great despair—
Determined foes.
“God-forsaken, grace is gone!”
Grievously taunting me.

In shadow of Your shield
I find my shelter.
In love You reach and lift
My languishing head.
Your ears catch the echo
Of my earnest pleas.
You leave their lies
Lifeless for me.

I sleep soundly;
Secure I rise again.
Thousands who throng
Cannot thieve my peace.
Arise, bring wrath
O Royal Blademouth!
Break teeth, bruise cheeks,
Bring them to the dust!

My Sov’reign Savior
Stands in blessing.
Your people praise You
For persistent good.
Concrete-covenant
Cascades shalom.
The day dawns again
To delight in You.

2-25-2016

Fog of War (Psalm 3)

The Devil whispers lies to me;
He shouts to blame and to accuse.
He says to me, “Your hope should flee–
Your God will not help you!”

But Yahweh is a shield from him;
My Glory raises up my head.
I shout above the Devil’s din
To hear the truth instead.

Though thousands of demons may storm,
Your strike will break all of their teeth.
Salvation belongs to the LORD;
His blessing is on me.

12-15-2014