I listen to progressive
and *what have I seen there before?

I saw my dream and vision alight
just as a narrow table of the past
a family pizza night

Daddy pounding his fist into his hand
saying "boy..."
and yet he was already this nation's best man

For I read of Vanity fair
and I have seen Lilith's Medusa like hair
and the ways that overcomers are set up
like the poem of Frances Farmer
and the blood that is mingled with fire
when the hail comes down
as up to two hundred miles

Blood of saints, prophets, apostles, and martyrs
when is the end of the outer court's trampling?
when is the established context of entering in
and the sincerity of an inheritance?

I have felt the spirit being thrown to the potter
and the blood pouring out with water

I have seen 1/3rd darkened
just as with the flesh and blood
being given for food
even though there was privacy
and genuineness
I am buried
and given the gall and vinegar
of individuality?

and yet no one is able to go beyond price and reward
and to love without the pride of life
which is initiative
and the false humility
which is led into by simplicity
so as to regard me
both beyond the magnificent price
and the ultimatums that arise as falling stars?

Bitterness and burning mountains
are overcome only by the zeal of the desires of the heart
and yet I am to not receive any kind of openness
except that which is in reproofs
as if me receiving
would be considered unjust
even though the priests profaned the Sabbaths
and even ate of the temple's food?

Price and reward is only found
when people do so count
as if giving is something that is required
while it is love that is cheerful and generous
as I also have the testimony of the fatherless
knowing that God is strong on my behalf
not that this is my excuse
for His eyes also go to and fro
searching for those who fear Him
and showing Himself strong on their behalf
in all the earth