chris strupp © 2007



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sit and listen.

Sit and listens

you can not speak

Weither you agree or not that doens’t matter the least.

It’s your job to listen , and my job to teach.

quiet your mind and submit yourself to learn.

Don’t speak up because, you don’t get a turn.

If you rise up what authority do you have ?

For Adam was created first then Eve,
and it was not adam who was first decieved.

Because of this, rules were given

, and because of these they must submit and listen.

Don’t complain from what you just heard

it is expressed by good and other sin his word.


Chris Strupp © 2007

Wavering sea

Are you Felling violent ?

or unworthy of anything

abussive trangressions, trying to be free’d

How can I be saved ?

I feel unworthy of such grace.

I feel like the worst yet I can be saved ?

For he came to earth to save

as he delivers my sin to it’s grave

Now I find that all sin is the same.

and that though his price they all were paid.

for he saved me from the rocks and the waves

and this sinful world, and from how I used to behave.

For I’m been saved from wreckage and the shipwrecks of my life.

I was one of the worst, but now fight the fight.

to defeat my sin, and recieve his new life


Chris Strupp © 2007

Do you hear it ?

DO you hear it ?

that small voice ?

or are you to fatigued to.

even after the many hours of worldly enduring

do you still hear it

is it nasally like your own

or does it seem oddly comforting?

does it speak of holy words?

Or of selfish ideals, and wishful thinking

yet there is another voice as still

one that destroys and depresses

promising false returns, or non filling declarations

the things seem so alluring, but come with untold suprizes

this voice is attempting to deceive and destroy

and to allure the weak from the small conforming voice

only one is true, both others sounding inticing, but chnage no lives

only on is true and quietly calls us home.

Chris Strupp © 2007

Fully blinded..

driving down the road

the radiance so bright

blinding my eyes

hide your eyes from the sky.

but can not from the light..

radiance eternal it must be devine

radiant glory, yet fully blind

the son the sun

The sun and the sky, appear so holy

but there is only one son who is devine



chris strupp © 2007

What is a word ?

What is a word?

a constructed and selcted utterance of letters

or a god breathd segment of iinfluence

or a movement of air; that stirs our soul and enviroment

and heals or injures, tatered souls

for a word can be as conforting hand

or a sharp pain in the neck, travelig as it may.

for words are not just purely energy.

but a blessing or a curse

so still all uterances before god

in order that we can hear his holy words

which strike a chord in our souls

so we can share him with ours

and the intenal resonance of his word

and his spirit in us.




Chris Strupp © 2007

utterance

an utterance is heard through out the land.

the creatures reply with rebalent praises

as birds take flight toward the heavenly sun

glowing with presence as not seen before.

This utturance reverbarates through the mountains

and the vast areas of the earth

While it deeply penetrates the hearts of the old

and flows through the young, speaking divine thoughts

as all those who hear it, sing him holy praises

to the one who uttered us into exsistance

and continues to speak through us today.

witih holyness and divinity he spoke us into exsistance

by this same holyness he will embrace us,

and draw us to his side

As he shows us his will for our life.

So will you except the utterance ?

And that it was done only by him ?

or will you just belive science and lore ?

or will you accept his truth and his will.



chris strupp © 2007

Silent Words

Air moving
silent syables, speaking holy praise
waveforms testifying his name
unaudible energy moving through the air
giving priase to the most anoited one
as other testify, of your presensce
which they feel within
in time they will speak
of what you’ve done for them
until then
they are
silent words

Chris Strupp © 2007