David E. Dowd
When Buds Open Under Nature's Morning Sun - Poem by David E. Dowd
Rise mustard seeds of human life.
Rise amidst the human's strife.
Rise in love we know is strong.
Rise in love, undo the wrong.
For within a solemn blessed marriage.
Is so much more then love's own carriage.
Rise, in ashe of broken dreams;
Rise in love, heal empty scenes,
Where sex and money dominate,
Where, on God's salvation, creeps expectorate.
Heal and face with depth of love,
Electrified from far above;
Above the clouds, beyond the sun,
Where choirs sing of victr'y won.
Rise with your gentle love in flow.
Equip a generation so they know
The empty lies and tired words
That make their promises absurd.
Infuse Your hope in youthful touch.
Souls, so parched, need You so much.
Sew strength to combat fallen man's
Deceits and lies in shifting sands.
Sew strength, defeat the tired ways
Where rhetoric in what the self empowered says
Excite a shallow electorate.
Who ignore their own expectorate.
Sew strength in hands that swing the mops
Soaked in bleach. These scrupping cops
Police the corridors of shame
Where Christians once were placed in blame.
Free the souls, sew mustard seeds
Of love in wombs which do not bleed
The blood of martyrs killed for lust.
Awaken us, dear God, we must
Begin the long march back to You.
Rise, Christian soldiers, all is new.
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