All Creatures of our God and King,
lift up your voice and let us sing!
O Praise Him! O Praise Him!
Alleluia.

Creation sent to me the centipede
to witness the complexity
of one hundred legs that were moving unexpectedly,
ironically,
just as they were meant to be–
they’re fearfully and wonderfully made;
An organism praised in circadian rhythms:
the sun will rise and then the sun will set, and then the sun will rise again,
so lift up your head!

This is life: not a static object preserved and displayed like a relic from the dead;
You are not a fruitless tree with a rootless disease
growin’ in a bucket in a rich man’s home
next to the TV tamed and alone
learnin’ to lust for the things you don’t own--
Like an arm chair warrior who’s been dethroned,
declawed and fixed,
fighting for your life with unattended slit wrists.
Don’t let your name get intermingled with the number cause it’s time to awaken from the devilish slumber,
to freely follow the Forerunner
to the Fatherland and rally round the Renaissance Man
and the wisdom of His ways
and all the work of His hands;
Catch come as catch can-
concentrating on the good words of the Son of Man,
the plan is to withstand the demands of a confused oppressor:
A wolf in sheep’s clothes
with monotonous lectures
and questionable gestures
unequal measures
cultural pressures
and synthetic textures;
force fed instead of the most beautiful architecture
of our long lost, forgotten origins:
Unseen fiber in the blood of my King
And that old rock where we confessed our sins.

Oh, my God, fellow man
in this great land they all cry out for
full restoration
and this will take
patience
And this will take the tribes,
and the tongues of all the nations;
and all of creation groans in anticipation
waitin’ for the Son of God to be manifest-
I can feel it burnin’ in my chest!
The liberation for the oppressed!

And it’s beautiful like the feet that bring good news…
Its beautiful like this freedom tune
Its beautiful like the power to choose…to change
Beautiful like the long awaited rain-
Beautiful like the healing pains-
Beautiful like the holy flames…Coming down!

All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing
O Praise Him! O Praise Him!
Alleluia….


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