Grace

his addiction took him out for a sip last night
he's been gone since
only his skin sitting on our front porch or in the green lifeless chair next to the outdoor stove

Jen and Marv are agreeing he shouldn't be around much anymore
it's hard enough for the ones who have filled their skin to fight
without the breath of
joe
jeff
debajean
hanging around
reminding them who they were

Glory
fall down
break and broken to the ground
cast your life
upon our doubt
he will arise
he will arise
when he breaths into us
Charla sings out of my black box
will you
will you breath on

Dont get us wrong, we'll be standing on the front porch, arms wide open
we believe in healing
but if you don't want healing
we aren't willing
to feed the infection in your soul
Jesus was laying hands on people who wanted to be healed
do you want it
do you really want to be healed

all it takes is the corner of his cloak and his power can be released inside of you
but it can't just rub off on your skin from mine
I cannot cram a flame into your soul

you must
ask
seek
knock

Jesus breathe into them
so our alley can stop being an exchange zone for cocaine
or where the homeless sleep on piles of trash
and wake up the house at 2am for a sandwich
which we are willing to give

breathe on them so our alley where the
latin kings staining the garage
start graffiting the walls
with words of hope
instead of holding knives at the throats of 8 of their brothers

breathe on them
so loitering at the family pantry for a coin or two
can turn into evangelism

this roof of alcoholism can turn into a shelter of truth
extend your tent God
enlarge your boundaries

we are signed up, an army for

this neighborhood,
that I have decided I am willing to stick around for life
if that is my calling
to watch it bloom

I'm willing to be the oil
and stand on the porch
arms open wide

for those coming to be healed

ps. praise God for answered prayer, two guitars offered to us for borrowing. woohoo. God is good.