Draw Me Close

Draw me close to You,
into Your arms,
safe from myself
and the world's harms.
Preserve me from
the coming attacks
to which without You
I would succumb so fast.
Blind my eyes
when evil comes to,
to show me all
that it can do.
Break these knees
so I cannot walk
towards the voices
that do stalk.

And Lastly...

...change this soul
that resists so well
all You do
to save it from hell
and bend it to
what is Your will
as to You be the glory
for all of it still.
Amen.

Why They Do It

They do it for their benefit,
not for your own.
They do it to be heard,
not for the words to be shown.
They do it for the show,
not for the crowd.
With an unabashed arrogance,
they do it to be loud.
They do not aim
to have an audience edified
and they do not do it
for a message to be clarified.
They do it for the glory
of selfish, self-conscious beings
who live a life for the approval of others
in a way that lacks all meaning.

Con of Inspiration

The moment comes
as quickly as the moment is gone.
The notes causing hums
leave us without a song.
The smiles that were worn
are quickly abandoned now.
The paper feelings that were torn
were kept hidden somehow.
The overflow of emotions
stirred the chaos pot.
Now the seconds with commotions
are all proven for not.
The rise of rebellion
was just a Broadway show.
The choruses so stirring from the hellions
who sang of something they did not know.
Now the moments of inspiration
fall flat on their own faces
as admissions and abdications
put us all back into our uninspired and stagnant places.