Isa 32:17  And the work of righteousness shall be peace;

and the effect of righteousness quietness and assurance forever.

 

 

Noise disguised … with some sounds of music

Sapping all protection out of common sense

Worldly reality dressed up in a formal tunic

Too late to change direction so close to the end

 

 

Where now is serenity if it can’t be found in church?

Where is peace in heart if not with the chosen peaceful?

Why all the perplexity even in one’s earnest search?

Why did we depart from reverence and being faithful?

 

 

Physiological warfare in exchange for a spiritual call

Flesh embattled for survival in a war it cannot win

Emotion far deranged to present true character after all

As sensitivity seems trivial by the hardness deep within 

 

 

When the mark is missing … who rules the one within?

When it’s gone week after week … who then guides direction?

Maybe everyone’s wishing … in a battle never to win

On the highway of the bleak … without Christ’s reflection

 

 

Everyone a teacher … all in search for students

The tooting of the horns won’t prepare anyone for battle

Everyone a preacher with an audience loving pretense

Purity forlorn to scorn so emptiness can settle

 

 

Frames of buildings reaching up … skeletons without flesh

Nothingness overdressed to cover all that is not there

Drinking from an empty cup … completely without class

There is a payday for the rest … in a time that’s almost here

 

 

Jan Wienen