Mr. Detestable Prays

Give municipal flesh
All the Christian blood it craves
Fill its government goblets and gutters,
Make them drunk at the uncontested slaughter,
Christian lambs taken with ceremonial knives,
By simpering tolerance,  self-righteous love.

They hunger,
These counselors,
give them raw secular fantasies
To suck red marrow from,
These blind
to their own bigotry,
Let them dream their own glory,
Drooling blood
Upon the Golgotha of their silent slain.

Then open their eyes
When you come again
For an account of their lives;
If they repent,
And their anguish
Is as the anguish of your Son,
Forgive them.
Forgive them.

Jerusalem Is Mine

Jerusalem, I would gather you
As chicks under my wings,
But they would scatter you
To divide and destroy,
They would divide Jerusalem
Like they divided my vestments
Among them
As I hung dying over them
Where they nailed me bleeding
In agony
And I hung there by tatters
Of torn flesh praying for them
In excruciating pain

But I only do this once

 You presume upon divine grace,
Or despise my salvation,
 my accepting patient love,
Scoff at my promise that those
Who divide Jerusalem shall be cursed
And feel the hammer of my
Protecting love.
There is no peace and safety
For those who trouble Israel.
Though she be wayward,
She is mine.