I met a man named Turner
Who has met the Son of Man.

He is now one teacher and a learner,
He has heard the Sonnet of love.

He is a man on the street,
Who teaches with his Soul.

He says,
we should never forget
We are all in pain,
And in what cures the pain.

He was tossed into the fire
Like piece of wood,
And he burned,
And burned.
As hot ash waits, he waited.

Then, he yielded, to that Source of all Fire,
The Glory, the heavenly power,
Light, Dark, Black, White,
 The Power that makes and breaks,
 Then, will make again, all things,
 All beings
Those above,
And those below.

Friend Pastor Lopez says,
Love takes old habits away,
And gives you the Habit of Song.
 

Now, this man Turner
Breathes the pureness
 Of Mountain air,
 And sees like an eagle
 On the wing.

He moves with the Power and Glory,
 Now, on the street,
He walks the Word,
 And says,
"I have an inner King."
 

Love in a Moral Order
Gateway Christian Center

The service began with a sound.
 Soft, sweet, smooth,
One sister, one song, one sound,
Then, more sisters sang
 in cadence.

The Word came forth,
Slow, eager, then, quick, next, swifter,
The music gathered
The life of the whole
congregation.
This assembly of God,
swayed in song.

The Song grew
in pitch and rhythm,
Soon, thundering,
Then, drums, guitar, organ,
Booming, synthesized,
Rumbling in resonance,
Roaring in rhythm,
Reverberating,
deep, and reverent.

In this great moment of Sound,
People could have done anything, even
something irreverent, full of noise,
And know they were in harmony,
With the One,
A Presence was there.

Our body knew,
Our mind knew,
Our spirit knew,
Our Soul knew,
We were in tune
With the angels,
And the Most Blessed.

The Divine is us,
We are divine.
The Pastor knew,
We were ready
      for the spoken Word.

Pastor James then spoke,
"Check the Bible," he said,
"Look at David, the king."
The prophet Nathan says,
"You have sinned,"
"You broke the rules,"
Now, the payment comes.
Be ready.

God speaks through this prophet,
"You have transgressed,
"But know that you're forgiven,
Right now, yes, forgiven,
Yes. You are forgiven.
But listen, David.

"You must pay your debts,
Be ready,
You should know --
You will live,
not be killed for this sin,
But there's a cost,
  a payment.
David, remember,
live by the rules."

The Preacher hears
What I cannot hear,
 He looks to the ensemble,
He says "Play for seven minutes."
Like high strings,
and drum the base.
Minutes of seven
Connect us to Heaven.

They played high,
I heard low,
 cacophony to me
  dead on,
I moved below,
 In the earth somewhere, I went,
 In search, perhaps, a planet sound,
 monotonous, sonorous,
Woeful, deadly to me,
like,
I was David in Desperation,
I held the ring,
of a fallen king.

In that ceaseless sound,
hum drum, wracking, hum drum,
the Preacher kept saying,
"Praise the Lord, "Praise the Lord."
I heard him.

A man of the congregation stood,
"Yes," he said,
"Dear God, you understand me better
than anybody else."
He gave forth
a singing prayer.
A channel, he was,
Like a minister, he was,
 "Yes, God, you understand me better
Than anybody else."

Pastor James stood by his side,
And spoke the Word
In the rhythm of the man,
In each pausing moment,
In the midst of the man's song,
The pastor spoke the Word.

Our body knew,
Our mind knew,
Our spirit knew,
Our Soul knew,
We are in tune,
The Almighty is here.
             STB