Under God’s power
He raised the dead
Fed the crowd
Twenty loaves multiplied
For one hundred
Hungary men
Needed to survive
The famine season.
Double portion of God’s power
It was all he pleaded
Elisha, his teacher
When at his sight
He disappeared
In chariots of fire
Never to return
My father, My father
Elisha cried,
With a loud voice
Echoing to the sky
While his teacher
To him said goodbye
And the echo faded away
Slowly, slowly in his ears
As Elijah disappeared.
Trumpet sounds, earth tremor
Heaven opens in glorious splendor
Jesus breaks through the clouds
No time left in the hour
Arise, redemption has arrived.
I hear my name
Through the trumpet sound
In a speed of light
My body is translated
In a flight to the sky.
Angels and archangels
Lift their voices!
At Jesus’ command
Go fetch My bride
The earth dims before my eyes.
Simon, Peter, I mean
Under Jesus’ scrutiny
Was found denying Him-
The very essence of Truth
“I do not know the Man.”
A spokesman in his time
Failed his best friend
Not once, not twice, but thrice
In one simple line,
I do not know the Man!
A witness of His power
Miracles, resurrections
Lazarus, one of three
Peter was there to see
The blind seeing
The lame walking
Leprous healed
Thousands being fed
At the words of Jesus
Peace, be still
The sea obeyed
Transfigured before his eyes
The Son of God Himself revealed
But without a doubt,
These, Peter forgot.
The time-twelve o’clock high
Life hung on the line
Death certain in hours
Three hung on crosses
One on the right
One on the left
Of the Son of God Most High
Jesus, one cried
With repented heart
Jesus, remember me
When You enter Your glory
Today, was the reply
Today, you will be
with Me in Paradise.
In the dark of the night
Life calmly at rest
Suddenly awakes betrayed
Disarrayed and surprised.
Red or blue, which one do I take?
America destiny waits.
In the turmoil of deception
Thieves arrive at the scene
Hovering over the country
A banner of color blue
North, south, east, west
Spilling deceits, so it seems.
The muscle where life happens
Bringing the red color through
The thing we call blood
Without it we would not do.
It pumps many gallons a day
The number I cannot say.
Designed to carry the weigh
Of life to one’s body night and day.
It expresses sorrow – emotion
But it is a pump, what do you say?
Someone can break it many times
Pumping it goes without pay.
