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to keep my distance from your dress, but called response overturns conviction everytime.~title track-death cab

my mama huston prophets final

Message to the American Church, especially to myself

When will justice come, O Lord. The eyes of the blind cannot see. The bodies of the poor are not clothed. The afflictions of the sick are not healed, and they continue to persist in this day after day. Grant them, Father, Your mercy, grant them Your grace, grant them hope. If hope does not come from You, then where will they find it? It is in your promises of healing, of clothing, of feeding that they continue on. And yet they are ravaged by the world, while hope slowly dims. Grant us Your kingdom here on earth, we have waited for so long.
You who sit in these pews every week, you who ask the Father’s blessing upon your meals, you who claim life through the resurrection of the Father’s Son: HEAR A MESSAGE FROM THE LORD. Long have you claimed My blessing, calling yourselves My children, but you would think a father would know his children, and the children would know their father. I do not know you and you do not know Me, so how can you be My children. Repent and return to My ways, and I will let you live.
Have you so easily forgotten the Word of the Lord? My Son, whom I sent to you, My perfect Testament. Did he not feed the hungry? Did he not heal the sick? Did he not care for the widows and orphans? Did he not free the oppressed, and show compassion to the broken? Did he not forgive sins, even those who mocked him and nailed him to a cross? Was his body not broken? Was his innocent blood not shed for you and for many for the remission of sins? How have you forgotten that which means so very much to Me?
You do not feed the hungry. Thousands lined up to be fed by him. Instead you horde your treasures to be lost later on, or waste it on rubbish which will fail to bring you joy. And all the while you step over the poor man in the street begging for food. All the while the food pantries run low. All the while you gorge your untamable appetites for possessions, wasting your money. You have forgotten and ignored the hungry and poor for far too long. Repent and change your ways, or the food in your bellies will turn to worms. Repent and change your ways, or the possessions you hold on so tightly to will be ripped from your fingers. Repent and change or you will die alone.
You do not heal the sick. Hundreds fought their ways through the crowds to be touched. You did not see the pain that ravaged them while the cancer spread through their bodies. You have not watched the life slip from the man dying of AIDS. Your hospitals are full, but you have not gone. All the while you obsess with who was voted off Survivor. All the while you read about the love lives of the celebrities who you will never meet. You obsess over that which is unimportant and passing, while ignoring the sick and dying who will carry your compassion on into eternity. Repent and change your ways, or the time which you take for granted will slip away from you. Repent and change or you will die alone.
You do not care for the widows and orphans. The children were bounced upon his knee. He mourned with the widows at the death of their loves. You pity the children, but do not take them in. You cook the widows a meal and send them on the rest of their lives, mourning over the loss of their husband.

Wail Of A Widow
Though the rain falls upon us
That is not what chills my bones
The sight of you being lowered into the pit
Takes away my breath
I look back on the years we have spent
And the beauty of our union fills my mind
The closer we became
The more our love blossomed
Every second passes by in my dreams
From our first glance to our wedding kiss
From our first house to our children
The life we lived will console me through my nights
But what solace will accompany the sun
Only time will tell, my love
Only time will tell

Where are your tears? Where is your compassion? You do not provide for them. So obsessed were you, and so self-absorbed were you that you did not see they were crying. All the while you obsess over whether your boss will ask you to work overtime. All the while you worry whether you will have enough sick days to enjoy another vacation. All the while you worry whether your children are following what you are telling them to. They look at your lives and get confused by your sermons and how you ignore them. Repent and change your ways, or your children will not heed your words. Repent and change your ways, or you too will be ignored when you become widowed. Repent and change or you will die alone.
You do not free the oppressed, or show compassion to the broken. In his wake the demons fled their slaves. In his compassion he picked the prostitute off the ground. You live in a culture of brokenness. It runs rampant, running and ruining lives, while hope is lost on the general population.
Living On The Fringe
Living on the fringeA link at the end of the chain, useless and barely connectedHanging on for dear life, nothing to live for but just let goLiving on the fringePeering over the edge, my arms hug the jagged cliffThe ledge dissolves beneath my feet, nothing to hold me up so just fallLiving on the fringeThe appendix of society, existence without meaningImportance lost in the shuffle, nothing to do but disappearLiving on the fringeA buzzard by the road, watching life pass by
Waiting for things to die, nothing to eat so just starve
My Son did not overlook those wounded. I am the Father who welcomes back the son eating with the pigs, and you are the brother who despises him and looks after his own well-being. All the while you rejoice in your brothers’ broken state, giddy with excitement at their inadequacy. All the while you turn to your self-centeredness, ignoring their plight. Repent and change your ways, or you will be broken under the feet of your gleeful “brothers.” Repent and change your ways, or you too will lose hope. Repent and change or you will die alone.
You do not forgive, dwelling on how you have been wronged, and how others have wronged. What is too much grace and love? I understand the difficulty of forgiving, for I have been wronged more than any other. Was he not wronged? Did they not persecute him, mocking and lying about him, spitting and jeering, whipping and killing him? And yet, with his last breath he breathed forgiveness upon them, cleansed of this atrocious act, despite their lack of regret. It is in grace that a person receives what they have no right to, and it is in love that grace is given. This is the nature of the gospel, and to question grace and love is to question MY VERY NATURE. Repent and change your ways, so that I may call you My children.
REPENT AND CHANGE YOUR WAYS, you who call upon my name. Look at the problems which plague your brothers and sister, notice them and show compassion. No longer shall you step over the drunken bum, or shut him up with a dollar. No, you must reach out to him and care for him. Nurse him through his hangover, guide him through his rehab. Seek to restore him, and he will be eternally grateful. No longer shall you scorn the single mother, or push her into the background to save face. No, you must reach out and care for her. Throw her a baby shower, stay with her in the hospital, buy diapers for her child, and watch the child when she is worn out. Seek to restore her, and she will be eternally grateful. No longer shall you reject the homosexual, dehumanizing them to the role of an animal. When you do this you smear the face of God! No, you must show them love since the rest of the world rejects them. Hug them when they cry, listen to their fears. Seek to restore them, and they will be eternally grateful. No longer shall you ignore the plight of the minorities, relegating them to second-class status. No, you must fight for their rights and their protection. Do not let the world roll over the marginalized, stand up alongside them and My face shall shine down upon you. You must seek equal opportunity in education and the workplace. You must fight the economic cycle which condemns the minority to a life of struggle. You must not stand idly by while they are portrayed as sub-human through media or small talk. Seek to restore them, and they will be eternally grateful.
You who are weak, marginalized, hated and scorned, hold fast for I will bring you hope and restoration. Rain will fall upon the land that has famine, the desert flowers will show off their beauty. A glorious sunrise shall rise up over you, chasing away the dark night that you now lie in. The glory of the Lord will be seen in your restoration. I will strengthen the feeble hands, and steady the knees that give way. I will say to those with fearful hearts, “Be strong, do not fear; I will come, I will come with a vengeance; with divine retribution I will come to save you.” For I am the Lord Almighty, creator of heaven and earth, author of grace and love. If my people hear my voice and follow my commandments, I will restore them to their rightful place.
Our Father, Blessed Giver grant us peace during our anguish so we may not fall into Satan’s traps grant us hope despite our doubts so we may continue to search for Your face grant us love despite our fears so we may not be paralyzed in the face of adversity grant us grace despite our stains so that we may be lifted up as an offering to you En nomine Patri, et Fili, Spiritus Sancti