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Quasi-Psalms
by Quasiblogo
Quasi-Psalm 4
Posted July 24, 2007
Each new day,
as I draw back the curtain
of promises I've made,
I ask, "Who will help me?",
and the answer rises again
with the solar entonations
fluttering off winged platoons,
making it so easy for me to hear...
...the I Am,
He who made the creature
to manifest a will,
I Am,
Who second-births the ones
who, by nature, simply just cannot be still
when it comes to singing
the saved, in-Jesus proclamation.
Because we have the movement of joy,
rooted in a Palm
that forever sways!
Oh, joy,
Oh, joy
unspeakable!
Oh, love,
Oh, love (flowing from mercy),
undeniable!
Who will bring an accusation
against His own beloved?
No one!
No one!
Never--in the forever love of Jesus!
Quasi-Psalm 3
Posted July 24, 2007 Top of page
When I laid my foolish eyes up-o-on You,
the energy of my searchings became love of Truth.
And your ship has launched a thousand faces
into a grace-filled sea,
o, and we're wandering,
not lost, in the love of Thee!
We have it all in earthen vessels,
what we want now is redemption
of our bodies and our minds, like our spirits have!
So our hands grab hold of o-o-oars,
we exercise to see the prize
--if only in our dreams,
where the Spirit tells us,
"Rise and awake, I am at your side".
Spirit at our side,
Lover of our souls,
He tells us it is our right to let our feelings go
into a tear as an offering,
into the tension of oars upon the waters,
O-o, and we do not tire,
fo-or Love is a healing all... its... own.
He-e-e-e-ealing!
It's a word flowing fruitful
as the justice with which Messiah says He has purchased us.
I've been told of how He answers prayers of anyone
caught reaching out to Him.
In the cherished secret place...hold your Bride!
In the open, let them say she has been with You!
It can be...like a storm!
...be so pacific.
Spirit at our side,
Lover of our souls,
He tells us it is our right to let our feelings go
into a tear as an offering,
into the tension of oars upon the waters,
O-o, and we do not tire,
fo-or Love is a healing all... its... own.
He-e-e-e-ealing!
He-e-e-e-ealing!
Love is its own healing,
Love...is its own healing
...is its own healing,
Jesus: You...are...Love.
Quasi-Psalm 2
Posted July 24, 2007 Top of page
Have you ever thrown a call over a cliff
and wondered at how it didn’t fall,
just spurred on out, in all directions
and resounded in your mind, mind, mind.
By and by, you’d throw another,
over the airy wall.
I have seen, seen, seen a connection
between the call and the earth below.
Sometimes, God allows tenuous situations
to tell me not to stand on any monument,
when I'm lost in reminesence,
He wants me to call, call, call, call--out…
…then I see another path that’s before me
(it looks like air,
some say “leap of faith”),
but I fancy it a holy staredown,
where the Winner doesn’t care
that I lost, o-o, that I lost,
that I lost another care
and stepped out to receive.
It may be a while
till I come to the jutting of another cliff,
which is good (God knows my heart).
There are hops, skips, and jumps on this windy
sanctification ro-o-oad,
sometimes--
finding the answers
is like lookin
for a needle in a haystack,
is like looking…
…but then He calls, calls, calls
and He takes me to that soul
and spirit coalition,
we both stare,
a cliff that splits the earth,
and if it weren’t for Love’s haze,
I’d be stricken by His presence
(a too clear sky), but as it is,
I bow my head in reverence,
obey the Revelation
that He doesn’t care, care, care, care, care
that I lost, o-o, that I lost,
that I lost another care
and stepped out to receive.
Quasi-Psalm 1
Posted July 24, 2007 Top of page
Have we thanked God enough
for the Resurrection?
Not reserved an ounce of strength
to tell Him what this means?
Maybe we kind of hesitate,
'cause we've formed little paintings
of quaint, candid moments
and heavenly things.
We sometimes see You through the channels of prediction,
we have a take,
but You have a will.
And when You have walked us past the gallery
of revelation,
we must find ourselves in the garden of expression
where service blooms
in the light of Resurrection,
to affirm, in us, who You are.
I reckon that the O.T. had it right,
about engraving thoughts, just to make things easy.
Why don't we use God-given...imagination
to take what's happened,
to see what we believe?
Couldn't it be like
death swallowed up, by victory?
Creation bowing low, at the knee?!
The earth's tremorous sighing
for the sweet relief
of knowing...from groaning
for redemption
of our bodies (that will die, yet live)?
Have we thanked Jesus for rising,
you and I?