Frank (Black) Blacharczyk

unquestioning faith
propaganda sweet like candy
follow the yellow brick road
paved with good intentions
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The crucified thief had no escape
No one to cry or to say good bye
No past no history only a thief condemned
With another who was born with a choir of angels
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Dear children, let us not love with words or speech
but with actions and in truth*
The deafening sound of love lightens the load
Beginning has an end the end has a beginning
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A choir of angels danced in the heavens
The sun was shining with breaking news
The Son was rising
Shaking heaven and earth a rock it did roll
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Nobody drowns in the Water of Life
No one starves eating fruit from the Tree of Life
The Light will be a candle in my darkest hour
A stream of Water when I thirst for peace
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The mirror never lies but we do to ourselves and others
A reflection that speaks louder than our conscience
Smothered by denial so the ghosts of our past disappear
The mirror casts only what it sees past or present
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When I've lost my way
Where do I go how do I sew
What has been torn
I've seen a criminal he looks familiar
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And God Created

And God created the earth in six days
rested on the seventh day satisfied
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I have tears you cannot see
They drip like a broken spout
If you listen you can hear it dripping
Since my first breath
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Sitting in a quiet room quietly listening
Thinking creating a happy ending
Distant sounds yes every day sounds
Voices some loud and angry some laughing
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How many times have you spoken to me
And I pretended not to listen
Even tapped me on the shoulder a time or two
I looked the other way pretending not to feel it
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Even though there is chaos that builds a wall
I still have hope
I have a friend who made a promise
Of peace that overcomes all understanding
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There was famine in the souls of men
Hearts having failed everything that was
Was turned upside down by fact or fiction
Made and created by fighting for the throne
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Under the tree at Mamre three visitors stood
They looked like you and me
But One was different from the others
Waiting just waiting for
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O Lord
In my life the sun rises and it sets
In my darkness I see you
Chilled yet feeling the warmth of your touch
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I love my daughter
My God loves me you know
We all have an Absalom
A little in you and me
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Once upon a time it was called the Great War
Alright it wasn't a great war said the dead
Not according to the unknown soldiers
Blown away somewhere out there
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In my time of need
as a young man I sat in the pew staring just staring
at the stained glass windows speaking to me
more than any sermon
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Though I fall and fail He is my healer
Like He did for so many when He walked
When I lose my way in the darkness
I look for the light switch for He is my light
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It is a dangerous thing to be a lone voice
Living in this wilderness
Where do I find the time to say
I love you
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