Grit

Give It Up

Give it up! Your ghost is demanded. This call comes unannounced, and uneven-handed.

The Partnership

Pay the Devil, pay the Devil; pay the Devil His due. If you do business with the Devil, the partnership is true.

Insistent

Sometimes I’m not sure what to say about this flock; they bungle the creator; they worship these rocks.

Unappreciated

Lord, I wasted a lot of time with these folk, casting my pearls.

Quick Now

Bless my behavior Lord, and bless my heart! Give them both a new beginning; send a rapid restart.

Evangelical

Whiteness

righteousness

and ten commands

of right.

All this noisy chatter, and boasting around skin color that’s light,

leaving color-blindness, mostly,

for the ailing

of sight.

These Times

It’s truly a question of abject lack, and it’s not all physical, this pressing heart attack.

Jesus Stone

The building block most rejected stands, enduring false accusations, temptations, demands.

Get the behind me; the Father’s will prevails; words sounded since yonder days; the desolation fails.

These words collected and assembled are shown; heavy grit rubs hard, this Jesus stone.

The Sermon

We’re gathered here, listening to this preacher talk, although admittedly I’m uninspired. It’s hard to absorb these bright flashing words. Like those ten commandments, too much required.

Tell It

Tell it like it is; although even select words to the unwise don't tote much; they just won't raise the dead.

Last Call

The Lord too comes like a thief in the night; and that’s all she wrote.

A Hairbreadth

That's the substance of your escape route.

You Too

We always want credit, for what we don't do.

Payback

I got a message; from the tormentors! They say they want to visit you. So I made an appointment.

I Suppose

We certainly remember our innocence. I suppose otherwise, the guilt is too much to reckon with.

Pray for Me

I don't know the words. Jesus, pray for me.

My Lord

Speak loudly, Lord, speak! Speak so that the deaf can hear. You have to speak-up Lord, for the deaf to hear.

Oy vey

I don’t know what all the hullaballoo is about; of course liars lie, and cheat; thieves steal too; and fools are foolish.

Oy vey!

Witness

I’m not peaked by your invectives, hard-spiked words that pierce and trigger; I’m not captured by their trotting tone. I’m a brother, and much bigger.

I’m not panicked on cause of need; I’m not bruised by lack, and splintered; I’m not bound by monied hunger pangs. Let me tell you, I’m not that bigly figure.

I won’t dispense honor for gains; I’m not plying for stardom and splendor. I’m not lured by those green-shaded appeals.

I’m numbered with the brothers and sisters; we’re much bigger.

If You Can

Things don't turn-out always the way we planned. Leave a seat for God at the table, if you can.