HOLOGRAM

Last night a dream came over me

it woke me from my sleep

day was dawning morning glory

rose ahead

i was in trouble deep

i thought i slept 

but i was wide awake instead

i dreamed that God just made the universe

as a hologram

al in all

before the fall

the only thing irrelevant

was time to live and time to love

for He was all in all

He said to me 

Man this is good

I am content with what i did

i give it all to you

to take care of it

you will look like me

it’s such a lovely place

that’s where i wanne be

together with my children 

so we all be  free

But somehow things went wrong

and darkness got a hold

set foot on holy ground

and occupied our souls

the Hologram was damaged

far beyond repair

people just forgot

and of the light

they were unaware

the innocence of man

was disappearing

as the woman took a bite

i stood there doing nothing

abiding to her side

and now the world is crumbling

by a serpents lie

but the only one to blame

wasn’t God

it even wasn’t Satan

the only one to blame. . . 

was i.

Whitsuntide 2012

Pentecost 2012

Fire on my head 
Burning thoughts beyond imagination
Fire in my heart 
tongue in cheek Twisting inside my mouth 
Surprisingly Speaking the unspeakable 
That oh wonder,  everybody understands 
God's spirit is consuming me 
as I utter His command 
Love one another  oh my children 
just love one another
For there are ten commandments 
but keep this straight 
If you will keep the first two 
You fullfill the other eight
fire on my head 
Don't know what you are saying 
Fire in your home 
When you  kneel down and all start praying
As His  Spirit takes control
Like a burning scrubbush 
Fire in your soul 

ORTHODOXY DECLINED

Man Woman
when these two come together
new life will emerge
 how strange that what God binds together
 is separated by the church
man itself in orthodoxy declines
Men Women
Seperate rooms
Separate halls
Seperate prayers
Separate roles
Separate tasks
everywhere in the roman catholic churches
the protestant churches
mosques or budhist temples
in almost every kind of religion
we see  division
. . .  of sexes
we see orthodoxy transform
what naturally belongs together
into right and wrong
i believe that Jesus sang
a complete different song.
Love one another, love one another!

Merging or Blending

Merging or blending
what’s the secret
where’s that hidden treasure
and why does the drinking of wine
comfort us and gives us pleasure


to merge or to blend
the treasures i've looked for
where is it hidden
let us be open
and give up being backslidden

For my flesh is weak but His Spirit is willing
to blend with my life altogether
to merge into one single stream
and help me to climb Jacob’s ladder
directing me to Heaven’s seams

just a glimpse of the utter and utmost Divinity
fading in like a healing sound
its volume increases as my sins are suppressed
and in perfect balance it makes me astound

How well life can be
when His Spirit will merge
into this spirit of mine
it’s like the first wonder ever proclaimed
when water was turned into wine

I fall on my knees
i stumble and pray
for this is majestic to me
God’s Spirit is willing
to blend into mine
Give praises to whom set me free

FALL OR STUMBLE

When i ever fall or stumble

when i might stumble or might fall

while repentance makes me humble

knowing that i’ve never given all

When i ever see my Jesus

and i’ll look upon His face

as the devil will accuse me

as i yield before His grace




When i stutter and i clutter

as i crawl toward the lamb

When His love will burn inside me

and will send a ray of light

When i whisper in the darkness

as i have stubborn go astray

when i cry for what i did

and for the words a didn’t pray

Just to hear His calling

far before my time

i can’t keep on ignoring

for he’s calling out my name

i’m not worthy, i’m not worthy

but He keeps calling all the same

Dear creation of my hands

How i love you

How i want you back again

to become a son of man

a special member of the band

How i want you to come over

How i want to hold your hand

leave the darkness to cross over

to another land

HOW HOLY

how holy
the wood
of which
the cross
was made
how holy
the nails
that held
my lord
how holy
that man
that hung
at the tree
how holy
His blood
he shed
for me
how holy
the thorns
that pierced
his head
how holy
His spirit
that loved
instead
how holy
the man
how holy
the land
how holy
that one
uttered command
love one another
love one another. . .
. . . . . . . . . . .
as I
have loved
you