"Rae"
Here comes the lynch-mob with their rope again –
“Hey bub, conform, or we will end your pain
Within the hour – quite swift our just-us is;
See this-here rope? Enforcement is our biz.“You see, we have a shelter to protect
A ‘stronghold’ here – that’s why we’ll stretch your neck;
We need this place of darkness and deceit
From which to sortie, other souls to seek.“So we have ways and means to do our task;
We scurry ’round once Judas’ lot is cast;
We enter in; take hold and play things out;
So watch your ass, for we are all about.”Thanks Lord for being in our midst these days;
Thanks for the way Your Spirit sheds its Raes
Into our midst, with humor and good cheer;
Cost to each one is high, but thus appears –Birth of a new day dawning here for all;
Things settle down as we encounter fall;
Their little circles close up once again –
Peace on the outside, on their inside, pain.Too bad for them, trapped in their circles tight;
Clinging to silence, shunning those not “right”;
Life to the lifeless, Joy of human hearts –
Thanks for Your lighting life with Spirit’s art.Thanks Lord for this.
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