Poetry, Rhyme

Today is Different

It’s three o’clock, it’s time to pray
Let’s go as we do every day
Let’s enter through the Jaffa gate
The road that we take day by day
We’ll pass the man for lifetime lame
Who at the gate is daily laid
He can’t do work, he can’t get paid
We’ll give him money for his aid

Here’s the spot where he is laid
Where we can see him every day
He’s always lying here, but wait!
Is something wrong? He’s gone today!
Let’s see what people have to say
They all are running in this way
There’s three men standing past the gate
And one is he who lay down lame!

A man beside the formerly lame
Is quick to speak, is quick to say,
“It’s not our might nor power that made
This lame man walk, for it is faith
In the power of Yeshua’s Name
That gave his feet and ankles strength.
Yeshua, Whom you all betrayed
And crucified, arose from His grave.

“Repent, therefore, from your evil ways
That you might live, that you might be saved.”
The crowd gives ear, their hearts are swayed
For a miracle has taken place
The priests and rulers seem afraid
Of losing prestige, of losing strength
Afraid that the crowd would change its ways
And follow the One with power to save

They’re arresting the men who boldly proclaim,
“In no other name can we be saved.”
These Galileans haven’t been trained
How do they teach, the Scriptures explain?
The rulers are trying their words to refrain
To keep them from teaching the crowd of this faith
But these men will suffer for the sake of His Name
And more men will come to the faith every day

Based on Acts 2-4

Poetry, Rhyme

The Cloud

The cloud stood behind us
When Pharaoh was nigh
And held back his army
From battling our tribes
There stood the pillar
And there stayed the cloud
‘Til Israel had passed through
The sea on dry ground

The cloud covered Sinai
With fire and smoke
And Israel stood trembling
As precepts He spoke
He gave us commandments
Proclaimed from the cloud
So we would trust Moses
Without any doubt

Yah’s presence and glory
Among us was stayed
In the Holy of Holies
In the Tent that we made
In the midst of our nation
Tall stood the cloud
As we, in our places,
Camped all around

The pillar of cloud
Was a fire by night
The cloud brought us shade
And the fire, our light
Whenever we witnessed
The rise of the cloud
We followed until it
Came down to the ground

When Solomon’s Temple
Was finished and built,
With the glory of Yahweh
The Temple was filled
The priests could not work
Because of the cloud
The presence of Yah
Was so fully endowed

That great day is coming
When Yah will create
Above every house
And meeting place
A standing pillar
Of fire and cloud
Around us His glory
Will ever be found

Last verse is based on Isaiah 4: 5

Poetry, Rhyme

The Stones

Save us, O Master!
In anguish we shout.
If we do not call You,
The stones will cry out.

These rocks have stayed silent
For thousands of years
These stones have heard weeping
And mourning and tears

The Zion Gate wall
Is battered with holes
Reminders of war
Fifty years old

Today we see violence
And terror and grief
Throughout the whole city
The walkways, the streets

Save us, O Master!
In anguish we shout.
If we do not call You,
The stones will cry out.

Based on Luke 19:40