My Psaltery: spiritual struggle

 37.

 You who think you’re in control

Wag the dog and rule the world

All these closed-door schemings set

Off the radar, behind the web

God of Heaven laughs at you

Mocks your plans and scoffs your crew

Black masks will not hide black hearts

Clear as day He knows your arts

How you planned to seize the power

Set the clock and chose the hour

So you think you’ve struck a match

Gonna burn the world and watch

Holy Lord enthroned on high

Sees your folly, knows your lies

The match is struck, yes it is true

The ones who’ll blaze, though, will be you

Repent, oh sinners, turn and live

Kiss the Son and He’ll forgive

Therefore rulers and earth’s kings

Serve the Lord with trembling

Humbly heed the Lord’s decree

Or be dashed like pottery

All these nations that you claim

Raising them for selfish gain

            BELONG TO CHRIST

Lord we need a new beginning

Spirit breathe on fires waning

Lamps now filled are burning bright

Come Lord Jesus, set things right

 

2 June 2020

cja

 

 

40.

 It’s the thin end of the wedge

Again

It’s the crowbar at the boards

Trying to loosen me

 

It’s the entrance of a lie

Again

Give some ground, learn their song

Tring to put me to sleep

 

It’s a challenge to the truth

Again

“Sit down in our silver chair”

Trying to ensnare me

 

It’s devil’s shell-game heist

Again

Focus hard, but don’t see

Trying to kill me

 

            ENOUGH

 

I will not play your game

I will not take your hand

I will not let you in

You can’t camp on my land

 

I will not give an inch

You cannot write my story

God’s seated on my throne

To whom I’ll give all glory

 

God’s Holy Spirit comes

Baptizes us with pow’r

To witness to the world

In this their darkest hour

 

This Baptizing is real

And physically shown

By speech other tongued

That we’ve never known

 

The early church lived it

The Holy Spirit gave it

I have received it

And I won’t deny it

 

            PREACH THE WORD

7 June 2020

cja

 

41.

 Baptize with fire, God

Blaze like no other

Send Holy Cyclone

And rattle our shutters

 

Burn with your cleansing

Purifying Light

Baptize Your people

With Holy Ghost might

 

Take hold our tongues

Those wicked wee flames

We ask for forgiveness

And sanctified Spring

 

Rebellious and fractured

Thus scattered at Babel

Pentecost blazed

Redeemed the babble

 

Languages foreign

You put on our tongues

Holy Ghost unction

Pentecost sprung

 

No teacher taught us

These words of new praise

Proclaiming Your glory

Wind-swept and ablaze

 

Come Holy Spirit

Ignite us again

Gather the kindling

Breathe on the flame

 

Build up Your bonfire

Stack up the timber

Pour out Your Spirit

Revive the low embers

 

The hearth of our hearts

We’ve left unattended

Busy and bustling

The world we befriended

 

It’s time to return

To God’s fireplace

To tarry and pray

For the Pentecost grace

8 June 2020

cja