
Do you ever try to form a phrase out of license plate letters?

Lead on, lead on, O sacred flame.
Bring light into the darkness.
Let me live wholly for your name
In movement as in stillness
That you might use my feeble frame
To show the world your greatness.
(Photo cred: Brianna Radcliff)
New Orleans has a special way
Of reaching to my heart
With po-boys, crawfish, etouffe
And clogging every part.
For many things are fried down here,
And many run with grease,
Yet when the dinner bell has rung,
My stomach finds its peace.
But one abode of tasty treats
Stands high above the rest.
It beckons men to empty seats
To taste its tasty best.
O great Dat Dog, you are the joy
Of many near and far.
With gourmet dogs for girl or boy,
You truly set the bar.
So I resign to take the chance
Of gaining weight today,
And enter this delicious dance…
But first, let’s stop and pray.

My eyes behold a sight so terrible
And lovely I cannot but stand in awe
And dread at knowing now what others saw,
The truth perceived in part through parable.
The Lord of all that is, in love and wrath,
Has ev’ry right to rid his world of me.
And I, now seeing him, do suddenly
Abandon all excuses for my path,
This road which led me to my own demise.
I am a sinful man deserving naught
But righteous condemnation without end.
Yet now I hear a spotless lamb’s last cries,
And now I learn my worthless life is bought,
And now I know that Christ has called me friend.

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The Tempter set before the man a game.
“Three tries to name your greatest enemy.
If you succeed, this lion will be tame,
But if you fail, you never will be free.”
The man thought for a moment then agreed.
“You are a devil, sir, and most unwise,
So I will take advantage and be freed.”
From lips which grinned, the devil said, “Two tries.”
Taken aback, the man said, “Satan, then.”
And Satan, snickering, said, “Last attempt.”
“Then Lucifer I name thee, lord of sin!”
“Then you, sir, from sin’s rule are not exempt.”
This captive man will have to face God’s thresh
Unless he will perceive his guilty flesh.

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Inspired by true events
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This lurching of the torchlight through
The shadows of the labyrinth
Reflects the frantic flickers of
My hope to glimpse the terebinth
That grows outside the entrance of
This maze where death has taken you.
This maze where death has taken you
Has conquered many souls before
This day did break with skies of blood
Now here I am ‘midst growls and gore.
I mask my smell with coat of mud.
I search for you now lost from view.
I search for you now lost from view –
Love stolen by a heartless beast –
In hope that he has not been quick
In making you his morning feast.
Such thoughts do make me deathly sick;
I pray an alternate is true.
I pray an alternate is true,
That you might have escaped the myth
And have been since in search of me.
Survival, then, the point, the pith!
If you yet live then I must see
This lurching of the torchlight through.