The Agony of Christmas Eve

By: Woodrow Lucas

On Christmas Eve, children lay in bed,

In titillating agony as they await what lays ahead,

They are in blissful torture pondering on chocolate cookies and hot chocolate,

Their eyes are wide open with anxious hope of gifts to come,

But Christmas Eve can be a hellish place for some,

For some waiting feels like someone is pulling your toes off one by one,

For some waiting feeling like you are wasting in a hot sun,

“But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength,

They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall walk and not be weary, they shall run and not faint!!”

But Isaiah!! Dear Isaiah!! This waiting is an agony I cannot describe,

As pain indwells my insides and blood infests my eyes,

I do not wait for Christmas Trees and Stockings,

I wait for something that many view as impossible,

I wait for God to be the deity that I know her to be,

Full of might and power and wonders to behold and see,

Dear Isaiah, I know I must wait,

But every day that passes is another day that I must endure this affliction,

“But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength,

They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall run and not faint, they shall walk and not be weary”

But dear Isaiah, my eyes are teary with the torment of a scorching sun!!

Oh God above,

Oh God of love,

Oh God of bliss,

Please don’t dismiss,

These cries I wail,

For this waiting, it is no titillating agony,

It is an endless Christmas Eve,

With no sign of the coming Son,

Oh God, I know you’re faithful,

Set me free from this agony,

Fulfill your promise and bring the Whirlwind!!

When I Think of Shadows

By: Woodrow Lucas

When I think of shadows,

I think of dark spaces I hope my daughters never see,

I think of women getting battered and losing memory,

Of all the beauty of their hearts and minds to be,

What their desires’ fancy and whatever dreams they hope,

When I think of shadows, I think of my ancestors hanging on ropes of despair,

Feeling ever so forsaken cursed by the very air,

When I think of shadows, fear grips me and I want to run and hide,

For I feel a despair unknowable and I feel a pain malignant,

When I think of shadows, towards God I am almost indignant,

But the my Lord reminds me, that shadows are cast by light,

And without the shining torch of love, there would be no room for fright,

When I think of shadows, I often doubt the things I believe,

For I can’t imagine a loving God allowing some to suffer without reprieve,

But then the Lord reminds me that shadows are cast by light,

And no form of darkness can over power his loving might,

When I think of shadows, I am aghast yes that is true,

But inspite of all these shadows, I still say God loves you,

And that light is a far greater substance than any shadow that it casts,

And that light shall eventually reign in love, always and everlast!!



By: Woodrow Lucas

Sometimes I feel lost,

But sometimes I can see life glowing from the trees,

As they sway to and fro, blowing with the breeze,

Sometimes I am faint hearted and dreading the coming day,

But sometimes I am fearless, on fire come what may,

Sometimes I have felt torment making me wish I had never been born,

But sometimes I think about my daughters in beauty adorned,

And know that hard times come true they do, it’s true,

But things get better, yes things get better too!!

Sometimes I am tired and wish for endless sleep,

But sometimes I have hope in joy and harvests reaped,

Sometimes I doubt and wonder if God is really real,

But sometimes my faith is so strong that I have seen my hands heal,

Life is bittersweet it’s true there is no question about that,

But life is ever so beautiful and that’s a fact,

And sometimes we see the vision that God has for our lives,

And it comforts us from times of bitterness and strife,

And in the end, we look back from on high in heaven’s perch,

And we say to God, Lord thank you for my blessed time on earth,

And we ask to give a helping hand to those still in the fight,

And in that moment we become angels taking flight,

And in that moment we realize that it all works toward love,

And love is our answer, our blessed gift from above,

Sometimes I feel lost,

But sometimes I can see life glowing from the trees,

As they sway to and fro blowing in the breeze,

And sometimes I am so full of love that I feel God in every soul I see,

And I really think it’s these times that I’m the true me,

For I am beautifully and wonderfully made in God’s sight,

I am an angel of light about to take flight,

And I say to you dear brother, look inside and see what’s true,

And I’m sure you’ll know beyond any shadow that you’re an angel too!!

Dance, Dance, Dance

By :Woodrow Lucas

Right now there is a woman in Ecuador,

Flying high on Iowaska,

Dancing to the rhythm of the creation,

She dances the dance of the flamingo,

She dances Salsa,

She dances the Merengue,

She dances the electric slide,

She flows in an and out of joyful reckoning,

She feels the flow of Floridians sitting out on the beach drinking Maitais,

She dances the groove of babies being born to couples deeply in love,

She dances like doves flying in approval in triplicate,

She dances encouragement and affirmation flowing from mouths to ears to hearts,

She dances like Pentacostals in revival,


Have you ever met that someone that makes you smile no matter what?

Have you ever transcended in your heart to a place where every day’s a good day, come what may?

Then Dance!!

Dance to the doors singing “Peace Frog,”

Dance to kids playing kickball and everyone getting picked for teams,

Dance like you scored the winning goal in a World Cup soccer game.

Dance like fame means nothing and riches even less,

But you’re not stressed ’cause you know God’s got every test in hand and every day’s another band playing your favorite Stevie Wonder Song,

Dance like music matters cause it does,

Dance like you are loved, because you are,

Dance like near or far, you’re a star,

Shining for all the creation to praise,

Dance like it’s Friday and you just got paid,

Dance like you just won the Lottery and gave it all away,

Dance like your future is bright, cause it is,

Dane like you’re a kid, cause you are,

Dance like near or far, come what may,

Every day is a gift from the sun and stars to you,

Dance like there is no tomorrow, just one endless day of joy,

Dance like you’re a kid on Christmas and the tree is filled with toys,

Dance like you got skills like MC Hammer,

Get on the floor and spin around like you’re a kid from the Bronx,

Dance like everyone’s a friend, cause they are,

Dance like every loss is a win in somebody’s mind,

Dance like you’ve got endless time to celebrate, cause you do!

Dance like you’re gonna live forever, cause you will,

Dance like war is no more and everybody’s chill,

Dance like you are one with the ocean in its strength,

Dance like you are precious, cause you are,

Dance like you’re a star!!

Man Dance!! Cause life’s a gift but it’s too short to stay cooped up in a malaise,

Dance, dance, dance like it’s an all life party,

Cause at the end of the day, in a 1000 years all you’ll remember is the joy God gave you while you were here,

Dance like you have no fear,

Dance, Dance, Dance and when you’re done look back on those Michael Jackson moves that you just busted, and rejoice!!

Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting!!

By: Woodrow Lucas

Bob and Charlotte were warriors for Christ like few people have warred for Christ.  As a couple they had created over a thousand praise and worship songs and preached over ten thousand sermons.  But on Friday night, Bob and Charlotte were in a hospital room, and Charlotte was moving on to the great beyond!!  And to celebrate her impending home going, Charlotte, Bob, and their family were singing some praise and worship songs.


Well there were five Muslim brothers and sisters who were on their way to visit an uncle in the hospital who passed by their room and inquired, “What are you singing?” To which Bob and Charlotte responded, “We are singing songs to our savior.”  And the five brothers and sisters responded, “Oh we love your savior, he is the messiah who is to come to set things right at the end of all things!!”  And Bob and Charlotte said, “Well why don’t you come and sing with us.”  So the five Muslim Children gathered around Charlotte’s bed and began to sing to southern songs for which Bob and Charlotte were well known.


And one of the Muslim children said to Charlotte, “It is obvious to me ma’am that you walk with the power of Allah.  Will you pray for me.”  So Charlotte, although she was tired and weak, said, “Of course I will.”  For Charlotte hardly ever turned down a request for her to pray for someone, even on her death bead.  So she decided to start her prayer in tongues but what came out was strange Arabic that she couldn’t stop speaking.  She said:


Assalamualaikum my children and Aalaykumuassalum, I am your Messiah,

I lead your Imams,

I watch over your children,

And I help them to see,

The love and power abounding, the soundness of mind that is me,

I am the King of Kings and Lord of Lords,

I am the weak and strong force in your molecules,

I am the Father’s sword,

I am the word of God incarnate and I speak so you can see,

The abounding love and mercy that is me,

I was born God incarnate but an infant in my mind,

I was born God incarnate, but with satan in my flesh,

And though I lived a life of torment and stress,

I spread joy and life everywhere I went and conquered death,

Because of me you can rest easy,

If you lose your boys or girls,

For I led captivity captive and gave gifts unto men,

For I conquered satan in my flesh and erased the power of sin,

For I fulfilled the law completely so that you and yours can know,

Your free to go an grow in mercy and not in letter’s fear,

I went to hell and preached the gospel so that all could soon rejoice,

That no one writhes in eternal torment even with the light of choice,

For on the cross I changed your secret will for all ages to come,

Your choices bad and good will lead to life when all is said and done,

I am the victor and the victory who has already won,

I am the lamb that was slain, to take away your pain,

And now I declare as your messiah, as earth and heaven sing

I declare aloud through willing vessels, Oh death where is thy sting!!


When the Muslim children were finished listening.  They were beside themselves and kep t ranting to Charlotte “Assalamualaikum peace be unto you great mother, Aalaykumuassalum and peace also be on you great mother.  Peace be unto you great mother. Peace be unto you.  For you tell us of the master that Muhammed said would come.  And because of him it is done.  We need not fear hell.  We need not fear death.  For because he passed his test.  Let earth and heaven ring, oh mighty death, oh mighty death where is thy sting!!”



Charlotte laughed gleefully at the children.  Thinking about the irony of her winning so many coverts to Universal Reconciliation on her death bed.

As Charlotte and Bob and the Muslim Children were laughing and singing.  A Wiccan witch walked into the hospital with an aquaramine crystal on his neck.  As he walked into the hospital, the aquaramine crystal started glowing and leading him in a certain direction.  He followed his crystal to Bob and Charlotte’s room.  And when he entered into the room he saw tongues of fire, earth, air, and water  flowing throughout the room. And he said to himself, “What in the world is this.” And he asked Charlotte and Bob, “I am sorry to intrude but what is going on here?”  And Bob responded, “My wife Charlotte is dying and we are celebrating her home going, by singing songs to Jesus.”

The wiccan man quickly responded, “No disrespect, but I am a witch who believes in the power of fire and earth, I have do not believe in Saviors.”  And Charlotte Laughed and said.  Mr. Wiccan Witch, what is your name.  The man said, “Temerity. My name is Temerity.” And Charlotte said to the man, come here Temerity and stare into my eyes and tell me what you see.

And Temerity looked into her eyes and fell into a trance.  And began to talk without knowing.  He said:

I see a man on a cross in excruciating agony.  And I see what he is seeing in his mind’s eye.  He sees me many years from now with my coven mates.  I am dead and they are about to give me back to the earth.  And there are angels surrounding us, waiting to take me somewhere good. I can see a Hindu girl surrounded by priests and family members about to be cremated.  And as she is about to be set aflame, I see angels all around her about to take her soul somewhere good.  I see a Buddhist man surrounded by Buddhist monks and family about to be set aflame.  And again I see angels all around them about to take the man’s soul somewhere good.  And now I see a huge planet that looks like earth, but larger.  And I see a multitude of peoples, seems like all the people that have ever been.  Kneeling down before a light in the sky so bright that it eclipsed the Sun.  And I see all the people in unison, say, ‘Oh great Lamb of God Jesus of Nazareth, we confess with Joy that you are the Lord of All.’ And then I saw the man on the cross say, ‘IT IS FINISHED!!’

And then Temerity came out of his trance with tears in his eyes and said, “Charlotte there is no tradeoff between Jesus and the earth, I can believe in both!”  And Charlotte knew very little about the Wiccan religion so she just nodded with a big smile on her face.  And then she looked over to Bob and motioned him closer and said, “Honey, it’s about time, I am about to see Jesus in the flesh!!”  And Bob’s eyes welled up with tears.  And he began to shout:

I know little of religion and know even less about civics,

But I have preached a man who saved all for most of my life,

I have preached through strife to folks who don’t want to hear it,

I have preached to people who instead of embrace love would rather fear it,

But I have preached, And I have preached.

And sometimes I have wondered what’s the point,

Maybe I would have been better off playing banjo and smoking joints,

But now I see something, I see it clear,

That I have never seen before,

That what I preached is living hope in what waits in store,

For all who walk in human flesh,

When they reach their appointed death,

I have preached a gospel that says to death outright,

You are nothing to fear, you are nothing to fight,

You’re just a passage to a Savior who loves with all his self,

You’re just a merciful ending for those to whom bad hands have been dealt,

You’re just a servant dear friend death, nothing to fear at all,

Because of the sacrifice that Jesus made for us all.

And so Earth and Heaven get right loud, make noise and hear angels sing,

And so all hail the merciful lamb of God, the merciful King,

For because of him, I can now say, Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting!!!


And when Bob was done shouting. Charlotte gave up the ghost with his hand in hers.  And he smiled down upon her and kissed her lips for the last time.  And then after the Doctor declared her dead. Bob sighed a sigh of acceptance, sorrow, and hope.  And then he took his family, those Muslim Children, and the Wiccan Witch out to dinner at an all you can eat buffet.  Because Bob and Charlotte absolutely loved all you can eat buffets!!

No Illness!!

By: Woodrow Lucas

I have had an illness for a long time.

And sometimes this illness has given me hard times.

Like sometimes when I have been at work at a high paying job.

I have been at my desk surrounded by people and I have started to have stomach spasms.

And then I have started to hear voices coming from different places in my body.

Terrible, horrific voices, telling me that I am the spawn of Satan, telling me that I am going to hell forever, telling me that they would torment me for ever and ever and ever.

And I have had to sit at my desk and endure and act like nothing was wrong, because no one I worked with knew that I had an illness.

In my mind, I had no choice.  Because I am a good employee, and I have always been a good employee; and I am a hard worker and I have always been a hard worker and no illness will change that.

No illness will change the man that God has made me.

Like sometimes when I have taken my youngest daughter to sporting events.  I have had spasms that rise up in my body and I have heard voices telling me that I was the spawn of satan and that they would torment me forever throughout different parts of my body.  And I endured until the torment passed.  Because I am an excellent Dad who loves his children more than life itself and no illness will rob me of my chance to see my youngest  daughter do Jujitsu, or play soccer, or play piano.

Because no illness will ever define me.

No illness will ever change who God has made me.

And as I have journeyed with this illness I have had several comforts that have made the illness easier to deal with.  I have had an extremely supportive support system of family and friends.  I have had medications  that help to alleviate the symptoms. I have had an African Psychiatrist who is always cracking hilarious jokes about my love life and who supports me putting God at the center of my recovery. I have had an energy worker who brings God into my physical and metaphysical systems of being.  I have had a therapist that helps me to process the traumas and demons within so that I can one day be free.  I have had this book called “Autobiography of a Yogi”” which has introduced me to beautiful and powerful men and women full of Christ Consciousness who could do incredible things.  And reading their stories has convinced me that if they can stop trains with their minds then I can overcome mental illness.  Even though there is no scientific cure.

Because no illness will rob me of the life that God has promised me.

No illness will keep me from travelling the world and visiting my oldest daughter at Spellman College.  No illness will define my sense of what is possible or of what can be.  No illness, no label in a book, no diagnosis devised by a psychiatric mind, will define my sense of the heights that I can climb.  For I am wonderfully and powerfully made in the image of God and no illness can over power that image.

And there are three more things that comfort me on my journey out of illness.  Jesus, my prayer warriors, and Universalism.  Jesus is my rock and my guide and no matter what torments have come upon me, he has guided me through them.  Sometimes when torments have been strong and I feel panicked, I have texted my prayer warriors.  These prayer warriors are beautiful men and women from all different types of religious persuasion and they have never failed me.  When I have I texted they have responded with words that they are praying and I have always felt comfort from their prayers.  And lastly, I adhere to a belief system called Universalism.  Universalism is the idea that God loves all creatures and made all creatures and so because God loves all the creatures that God has made, God has saved us all through Jesus’ atonement and God will save us all through us eventually cooperating with her grace along our journey.  My Universalism is absolute and I believe that no one escapes the merciful, generous, and gracious gift to be reconciled to God in a way that they understand.  To be a Universalist you have to believe two things about God.  Number one, that she is all powerful.  And Number two that he is pure love.  You must believe both these things about God to be a Universalist.  And Universalism says to me that if God can save every creature everywhere to include the devil as evil as that guy has been, then God can heal me of mental illness, because BY JESUS’ STRIPES I AM HEALED.

Because no illness is greater than a Sovereign God of pure love and no illness can overcome the irresistible grace of God that she is pouring into me .  And I tell you, I am almost free of this illness that has tried to limit me for years.   I am almost free.  I am knocking at the door of freedom and that door is about to open to me.  Because no illness will ever define me. And no illness will ever get the victory over the indomitable will that God has given me.






Adam’s Song

By: Woodrow Lucas

Adam sat on his toilet with the barrel of a 12 gauge shotgun pressed up into his mouth.  He tried to pull the trigger, but as he tried, he burst into tears.  He got off of the toilet and hid the shotgun.  He walked into his living room and fell on the floor. He began to pray, “Jesus!! Please hear me!! I am on the edge of taking my own life.  And I see no way forward.  I feel utterly alone in this world.  And I pray and pray to you and receive no answers.  I know that I have plenty of friends, but they all expect me to be the perfect family man who owns a successful business.  I mean Jesus I single handedly built a business that handles the billing for more than half the Healthcare companies in Nashville.  But in this moment, I feel like a pariah.  My wife loves me dearly, but she has no idea that I have been cheating on her for 2 and half years.  And my kids think I’m a great dad, but they don’t know that sometimes I hear these voices that I can’t see.

And Jesus I am too embarrassed to go to a therapist or psychiatrist.  And Lord I have no idea of how to come clean to my wife.  I mean Jesus I go to church week after week.  But I feel nothing.  I feel empty. I feel like I am dead to you.  Like you have just forgotten about me.  And I’m scared my Lord.  The truth is Jesus I don’t love you.  I really hate you because you haven’t answered my prayers to give me the strength to break off things with Lydia.  And Lord, you haven’t answered my prayers to just give me some peace, because Lord I am really doing wrong.  I feel like my business has become all about money, and I am not even trying to take care of my employees.  I feel like I am like a zombie on auto pilot. My life is meaningless Lord.  And I really just want to leave you and leave church and just start over.  But Lord I am a Deacon and I just can’t quit that.  What would people think?  Lord I am so scared.  But what I am most afraid of, is that if I stop believing in you that I will go to hell forever.  And I am also scared that if I get out of the lies that I am telling everyone and just come clean, they will reject and judge me and I’ll be left with nothing.  Jesus I need you so badly.  Please hear me.  Help me.  For I am so lost.  Everyone thinks that I have so much together, but I am lost Savior.  And I know that grace is supposed to give us assurance, but I believe in my soul my Lord, that if I die tonight, I will writhe in eternal torment forever.  That’s why I just couldn’t do it.  I am a coward on all levels Savior.”

Adam began to weep, but as he wept he heard a voice rise up in his belly.  The voice said, “Adam I have chosen you and I love you.  I cherish you.  I know that you are cheating on your wife and I still cherish you.  I know that you have lost a sense of mission with your business, and I still cherish you.  I know that you feel trapped between the pain that you feel and the life that you present to others. And I definitely still cherish you.  There is nothing that you can do, which would cause me not to cherish you.

“Lord if you cherish me so much then why are you not answering my prayers.  And doesn’t it say in scripture that if we deny you then you will deny us before your angels.  How can you say that there is nothing I can do to make you stop cherishing me?  I know that if I renounce you or forsake you, then I am bound for hell!! What are you saying Lord?” Adam prayed.  And then Adam began to think to himself, “Oh my God, I’ve really lost it.  Now I am talking to voices as though they are Jesus.  Oh my God, I am really screwed now!!”  But as Adam was having these thoughts he heard the voice again, “Adam, you are not crazy.  The voices you hear is a condition that can be solved with medication.  But I am not those voices, I am your sovereign Lord.”

Then Adam prayed, “Lord how can I trust that it is you talking to me.”  And the voice said, “When you were three years old your Sunday School preschool teacher fondled you and he told you to never tell anyone. And you didn’t.” Adam’s eye’s open wide open!! “Oh my God Lord, it is you!” Adam prayed, “Jesus if you cherish me so much then how come you never gave me the strength to tell Lydia I was married and to be honest with my wife?”  The voice answered, “Perhaps I am answering those prayers now.  Perhaps my speaking to you in this way is an answer to those prayers.”  Adam sighed, a deep sigh of relief and prayed, “Jesus, thank you for talking to me.  I mean thank you so much for talking to a wretched sinner like myself.  But Lord, I am still scared.  Even though you are speaking so gently and kind to me, I fear you Lord.  And scriptures say that ‘the fear of the Lord is the beginning of all wisdom’. But Jesus, I don’t feel wisdom, just dread.”

The voice answered, “Little adam. Little precious Adam.  Let me ask you a question.  Do you believe that you got saved from eternal hell when you confessed me as Lord and Savior?”  Adam prayed, “Yes Lord.”  The voice responded, “So really you believe that your salvation is a function of something you have done by choosing to believe that I am Lord.” “Yes Lord” Adam responded, it says in scripture, “That if we confess with our mouths the Lord Jesus and believe in our hearts that he has been raised from the dead, then we shall be saved!”  The voice answered, “Dear Adam, Paul was one of my greatest servants and he was a genius.  And scripture is holy and true.  But I ask you which is greater? Me or the scripture that writes about me?”  Adam answered, “You Jesus!!”

The voice responded, “Then dear Adam, what if I was to tell you, that what I did on the cross was not a possibility but a finality.  What if I told you Adam that what I did when I died on the cross and rose from the dead was not the creation of the possibility for salvation but was rather something that made your salvation inevitable.  Yes, confession may be part of the process, but my son, what if I was to tell you that because of what I did on that cross so many years ago, not only is your eternal happiness assured, but the eternal happiness of all is an inevitability?”

Adam prayed, “Lord, to be honest.  If that is true, then it is the best thing that I have ever heard in my life!!”  The voice responded, “It is true my son!! I loved all on that cross and my victory on that cross was for all, not some, but all!!!”  Adam felt peace well up within him for the first time in years.  He prayed, “Jesus thank you, I can tell you honestly that I no longer feel lost.  But I truly feel saved.  What can I do for you to express my gratitude for this gift you have given me?”  The voice responded, “My son you can do one thing, you can ask me for Joy, because Joy is the only thing you need to set things right.”  Adam prayed, “Alright Jesus, please give me joy.” And as soon as Adam asked he felt a warm chill going throughout his body, and elation flowing from his belly throughout his body like a geyser.  He prayed, “Jesus when I started talking to you tonight, I thought that you had let me down.  But now I realize that you don’t let any of us down.  You let us learn through the suffering we feel, but you are always there to set us free when the time is right.  I am going  to do what I must!!”  The voice responded, “Well done my Son!! Go do what you must!! But remember my love for you is forever!! And it is impossible for you or anyone else to fall out of my Sovereign mercy and grace!!!”

Adam got off from the floor, grabbed his cell phone and called Lydia.  Lydia picked up the phone, “Hello!” She said.  Adam said, “Lydia, you are a great person, but what we are doing is wrong and it has to stop now.  I will not be calling you or visiting with you again.” Lydia, said, “Adam, I understand.  You’re a kind man and I will miss you.  But I agree that what we have been doing is wrong, and it must come to an end!!  Please pray for me dear friend, because I have to sort some things out, so that this doesn’t happen again.”  Adam responded, “You can count on it Lydia, God Bless You!!!

Adam then went upstairs to his bedroom where his wife was asleep.  He woke her up and said, “Myriam, I have never stopped loving you, but I have been having an extramarital affair for 2 and ½ years.  It is over now.  I accept any decision you make.  Divorce or anything.  But I just ask that you forgive me for betraying the best thing that ever happened to me.

Myriam began to weep.  “Adam!!”  she said.  “Don’t you think I knew?!!!  I’ve known this whole time.  You’re really not that great a liar.  But I love you Adam!! I love you so much that I just didn’t know how to confront you about it.  It will take counseling, but I will forgive you.  Because I know who you are!! I know the good man that you are!!”  Adam grabbed Myriam tight!! And he said, “Myriam, you are truly the best thing that has ever happened to me.  And things will change!! I will cherish you.  I will be totally devoted to you as Jesus is totally devoted to me.  And Myriam, I tell you.  I talked to Jesus tonight.  And he has saved all!! No one goes to hell forever sweet love.  No one!!”  Myriam responded with tears in her eyes, “Adam, I’ve known that for quite a while too and I have been praying for you to see it!!”  Adam grabbed his wife and wept in her arms.  And then he began to feel doubt.  “But Myriam how do we tell the folks at church about this, you know they’ll think we’re crazy.” Myriam laughed, “Dear husband, maybe we don’t have to tell them anything.  Maybe us knowing is enough for now.  Let’s take it slow.  One step of grace at a time”  Adam smiled, “Myriam, you really are much more than I deserve!!”  Myriam laughed, “I know, but isn’t that God’s nature to give us blessings so beautiful that we know in the final analysis that we don’t deserve them.”  Adam laughed, “Yes maam!!  And I’ll tell you Myriam things have to change at Nashville billing too. I’ve got to start getting our employees better benefits, and I’ve got to start finding ways for them to better enjoy their jobs.  Because happy employees are loyal employees!”  And Myriam wept.  “Why are you crying honey?”  Myriam answered, “I’m crying because I feel like for the first time in a long time I am staring at the man that I married.”

Angels We Have Heard on High

By: Woodrow Lucas

Angels we have heard on high,

Blowing trumpets in the sky,

Helping us to breathe a sigh,

Of Joy that we shall never die,

Angels we have heard on high,

Saying love is truth that ties,

Us all as one these tears I cry,

For all the songs that we shall sing,

As we make earth and heaven ring,

With sounds of crack babies getting free,

Through curses fading beneath the feet,

Of evangelists spreading love on streets,

Replete with souls hungry to hear,

That there is nothing nowhere to fear,

As children smile ear to ear,

And brothers share stories over beers,

As Muslims see their Messiah come,

And Christians see that life has won,

As schizophrenics dance at dawn,

Knowing that their pain is gone,

Angels we have heard on high,

Freeing us from dark one’s lies,

Showing all the God within,

That lights our souls and masters sin,

That makes girls ladies and wee ones men,

That chants Om Hari Hari Om,

And tunes into abundance tones,

That helps us stay faithful to our wives,

That guides our hearts throughout our lives,

That helps our spirits come alive,

Awakening to calls to rise,

Angels we have heard on high,

Speaking of a God of Love,

Above, below, within and everywhere,

Waiting to embrace with grace in hands to share,

Angels we have heard on high,

Blowing trumpets in the sky,

Helping us to breathe a sigh,

That we are safe in the hands of God,

And God won’t let us down,

That true we may feel oh so lost,

But to God we’re already found,

Angels we have heard on high,

Chanting oh so powerfully,

Of love’s everlasting victory,

And Love’s wondrous choice after Adam’s fall,

To send us a Savior who has saved us all!

When I Think of Babes Asleep in Bed

By: Woodrow Lucas

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of tears I long to shed,

I think of the innocence in us all,

To cry and laugh and fall,

And get back up,

To endure in good times and times that are rough,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of alcoholic mothers getting healed,

So they can have the joy only the Holy Ghost makes us feel,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of heroines like Joan of Arc,

Who fought for light against the dark,

I think of men like Gandhi too,

Who made nonviolence into a cherished view,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of you and that smile you form,

When you hear a compliment about something you’ve worn,

I haven’t met you yet oh wife of mine,

But I know that we shall be one in time,

And I know that we shall shine,

Like the noonday sun,

And I know that we shall be together no matter what comes,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of the moon on starry nights,

I think of Eagles taking flight,

I think of those who fight for light,

I think of you dear children,

The miracle that God, your mother and I made,

I think of you in happy states, I think of you relaxing in shade,

I think of sunsets and beauty’s rays,

I think of wondrous days ahead,

This is how I think, when I consider babes asleep in bed,

I think of truths I’ve longed to know,

I think of butterflies flying to and fro,

I think of life in all its mystery,

I think of God who has allowed me to see,

Her love for all and our common destiny,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of trees that comfort us throughout life,

I think of peace bringing an end to strife,

I think of things my parents said when I was young,

I think of them tellin me, “Always try your best my son”

I think of tormented souls set free,

I think of blind men who dare to see,

The hope of love in all they hear,

And their courage to hold us seeing folks dear,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of the deaf and their beauty to hear,

A symphony in smiles and signs made just for them,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of men who’ve been paralyzed,

Who find great joy in children’s eyes,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of my uncle Woody dead,

Who I shall see again in splendor great,

And he shall embrace me and say well done namesake,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of all the music we’ll make,

As we praise the Lamb for the rest of time,

Oh babes in bed, fear not this life for it is your destiny to rise and shine!

Oh babes in bed, fear not this life, it is just a glorious time to learn,

And once you’ve learned enough you’ll rise,

Like billowy clouds forming from fog into the sky,

And you’ll know no more pain and your tears will be of joy,

When you rise from this slumber, when you rise from youth,

You will see the glory of your soul unloosed,

And you will fly like the angels from sun to sun,

Knowing that life’s trial you’ve won,

And that your time of toil is done,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of a future that’s already done,

For because of Jesus, the lives they shall live, they have already won,

And soon they shall rise from slumber to embrace the risen Son,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of a hope that shall never die,

That every soul who has breathed this earth’s air shall rise!!!

Birds of Flight

By: Woodrow Lucas

Wounded soul, I see you, I tell you you’re in the light,

As you writhe in unknown torment and live in fright of the night,

I see you feeling lost and discarded, as though no one sheds a tear,

As they see you suffering cold in the street, year after year,

But I tell you wounded bird, afraid in day and night,

God knows your name, God knows your pain, and God says you’re a bird of flight,

For your wounds are a type of training so that soon all the world will see,

The glory of you rising, rising like an eagle across the sea,

Wounded soul, I see you, as you feel the deafening pain,

Of the lamb of God who loved us all enough to be slain,

I know right now you feel insane,

I know right now you feel the rain,

But soon the sun will shine in your life,

And you will be free from the strife within,

And all will marvel at your glory, the glory that shines in great men,

Very soon now blessed bird,

You are about to take flight,

And you will be a master soul, like an angel in the night,

Take heart my wounded sister,

For soon your fright shall end,

And you will know God’s glory, the glory that shines in men,

And you will be a beacon, a beacon of God’s might,

For you dear one are chosen, you are a bird of flight,

And soon you will soar with the eagles, high flying with the clouds in the sky,

Soon my wounded sister, the light God’s been building in you will rise,

And none shall be able to question the brilliance of your light,

For you chosen few who suffer, you are God’s birds of flight,

So hold onto to the Son with all you have despite cold rainy nights,

For soon your light will shine like the stars and none will question with words of spite,

For they will know beyond a doubt, that God’s been with you from the start,

And that God chose you from the womb because of the beauty of your heart,

So fear not dear wounded sister for soon your wounds will heal,

And you will show the world around, that God’s love is really real,

For your compassion shall heal the masses from their ignorance and fright,

Fear not the night great soldier for you are a bird of flight,

And soon dear brother the pain you feel will be a distant memory,

And you will see the rising tide of children in joy and glee,

And you will know that you played a part in God’s great plan for all,

That allowed you to suffer so that you could help others that fall,

So fear not dear sister for soon your time shall come,

And all will see your glory, the glory of a rising Son,

And you will shed tears of healing,

And you will shed tears of might,

For your tears will be a river that baptizes souls in the night,

And you will know God’s fury, the fury of her love,

For any wounded child, for any wounded dove,

Right now your wings are wounded and you find it hard to fly,

But soon you shall be a beacon of hope, of hope for those who want to die,

And all the world will praise you, just like they praise the risen Son,

And you shall be a part of God’s plan to make his children one,

You shall rise like the sun,

You shall fight and you shall run, this race like a great inferno,

You shall fly and you shall rage,

Like a burning sage for this age,

Burning for the souls that feel,

The pain of this world’s rejection and of hatred’s foreign zeal,

Wounded dove of love fear not dear soul,

For your wounded for a reason,

And when your whole like the phases of the moon you’ll birth on earth a new season,

A season of reason,

A season of light,

A season of victory over the fright,

That currently haunts you day and night,

Fear not wounded dove of love, soon all shall see your light,

For you have suffered for a reason, as a chosen bird of flight,

And soon you shall fly with the clouds above,

And all shall marvel greatly at the glory of your love,

But for now just know that your season of torment is coming to an end,

And soon you’ll show the world that All God’s children win,

But until then, hope on forward against the terror of the night,

For you wounded dove of God’s great love, you are a bird of flight!!