"When He calls angels"
Our eyes see miracles
We move mountains in the fog
Open doors to dialogue
Pierce the anger from within
Lead a newness to begin
Bleed for faith, for in belief
In the wet, the cold, there is relief
With angels' hands, through different sounds
He levels higher, peaceful grounds
In that wet, that cold, the rings of call
Angels cast, and boulders fall.
TDangelG 4/6-10/07
These are His wonders, His tests, His burdens, gifts and proofs
we are given, of Him to live and give thanks in.
You Crown
the Year
You crown the year with bounty
Fill the countless, endless streams
Still the roaring ocean
Fulfill the human dreams
Drench the thirsty furrow
Loose the waterfall
Quench the empty washes
When you point or call
You crown the year with bounty
Level ridges to a hill
Move mountains in belief
Dry rivers at your will
Soften fury in your rain
Cloth lilies with relief
Wipe tears and wipe the worry
Put gladness in the grain
You crown the year with bounty
So we may mindful know
By your command
Hope does overflow
By your right hand
The grassland stand
Four winds were made to blow
In the pictures honored on our currency
The scriptures colored by duplicity
The blessings mounted on our country
Yours is the face we see
Living in you, in me
On the background, in the watermark
Written upon the heart
On our denarius, God's face, precious
Raised against the foreground
That name always to be found
In the trademark, in the watermark
On our denarious, reminding we are precarious
Under the grace of, who stood in place of, Savior of us
The United States of, Jesus
For unrepentant
He was hungry
Departing Bethany
He saw a distant tree
He shook, the dust fell from His feet
And cried, as fruitless, withered, dried
When 'I Am' says, "I am hungry"
The earth shakes His sincerity
Hunger in Bethany, thirst in Gethsemane
He looks beyond to withered leaves
And knows the woe of Bethany
His chosen bride, his virgin first
Is still His cry of hunger
Is still His weep of thirst.
Is not for food His plea,
But for His virgin Bethany.
The Word of God The Holy Bible
Matthew 5:6; Matthew 21:17,18; Luke 13:7; Micah 7:1,2; Mark: 2:25-27;
Mark 11:12,13; Mark 11:20-23; Psalm 50:7-13; Proverbs 10:3;
God is love, is word, was flesh,
is heard
Is living, is real, is giving His greetings
To the tribes of Israel
To the virgin, to ladies
meeting at the tomb
To the two, eleven eating in the room
To hundreds more, who will open the door
Friends here, the children, my fellow slaves,
Christian workers, fellow prisoners,
And the brothers who are with me,
Everyone with me sends greetings,
Especially in the King's place
I hope to see you soon,
We will speak face to face
'Greetings, you who are highly
favored.? The lord is with you.'
'Greetings. Do not be afraid.? Why are you crying? He is risen,
gone ahead, to Galilee.'
'Greetings, ...that's where they'll see me..."
But from us, to Son of God Most High, "Greetings, Rabbi."
Raboni told us not to grieve, or cry, or disbelieve, or be afraid,
His Word may imperfectly convey
or dismally conceal His love is real,
That He Is living, still giving, still greeting, spiritually meeting
The tribes of Israel.
The Word of God The New Testament of the Holy Bible
3 John 11,14
Note: The first time 'greeting'
was applied to Messiah, he was murdered.
Webster: "a salutation from someone absent"