The King's Cloak

When the Weaver has finished,
And the loom is at rest;
When each weft and each warp--
North and south, east and west--
Are a singular wonder,
A masterpiece splendid;
When the shedding, the picking,
And the batt'ning have ended;
When dark purple and crimson
Have pleased the good King,
And the cloak is admired
By the crown and the ring;
Then the King will declare
That the weaving is done;
And each thread will rejoice,
For the King and the Weaver are one.


© 2015 David Acosta

In the Little Town of David

Mary,
God is with you!
Do not be afraid, Mary,
For you have found favor with God.

Joseph,
Son of David,
The Child in her womb
Was conceived by the Spirit of God.

And the Most High shall give Him David's throne,

And He shall reign over Jacob's house,
And His kingdom shall never end.

Shout and sing for joy, O Israel,
For unto us is born a Son, Emmanuel!
God is with us today
In the little town of David.

Angels
Luminescent,
Descend, and sing
"Glory to God in the highest, peace on earth."

Shepherds,
Come and listen!
Rejoice with the angels
As they herald Yeshua's birth.

O Zion, lift up your voice; fear not:
Say to the towns of Judah,
"Behold, your God is with you now!"

Shout and sing for joy, O Israel,
For unto us is born a Son, Emmanuel!
God is with us today
In the little town of David.

(instrumental interlude)

And He shall reign over Jacob's house,
And His kingdom shall never end.

Shout and sing for joy, O Israel,
For unto us is born a Son, Emmanuel!
God is with us today!

Shout and sing for joy, O Israel,
For unto us is born a Son, Emmanuel!
God is with us today
In the little town of David.


© 2015 David Acosta

Heart-healin' Highway

My attempt at a good, old-fashioned, I'm-so-lonesome country song:

I turned a corner
--An unexpected one--
And then I stumbled down
The road to I Don't Care.
I took a detour
Toward the setting sun;
I figured I'd just lose my way
And head nowhere.

I've been a world-weary wanderer,
And I have slowly come apart;
But here I am standing at the crossroads
Of Clarity and Disarray.
I'm ready to leave the past behind;
It's time for a brand new start.
Will it be a mountain or a valley low?
Help me, Heart-Healin' Highway.

My mem'ries linger
Like pine in the breeze,
Like a cracklin' fire
On a snow-white winter's eve.
I see you waiting
High above the trees.
But when I reach for you,
You look away and leave.

I've been a world-weary wanderer,
And I have slowly come apart;
But here I am standing at the crossroads
Of Clarity and Disarray.
I'm ready to leave the past behind;
It's time for a brand new start.
Will it be a mountain or a valley low?
Help me, Heart-Healin' Highway.

I know my options; I could easily turn around,
And take the delusional road to yesterday.
But I belong on this highway to higher ground.
I'm pressing on; I really must be on my way.

I'm ready to leave the past behind;
It's time for a brand new start.
Will it be a mountain or a valley low?
Help me, Heart-Healin' Highway.
Today's the day...
I'm on my way...
Heart-healin' Highway.


© 2015 David Acosta Perez

What the Wind Knows

Herein shall our thoughts quietly disband,
And therein in the morrow reconvene.
Fret not in this shadowy in-between,
Where sorrows and fears are ever at hand;

But listen, and touch the fervid laughter
Of the wind, zealously testifying
That there shall be no more death, nor dying
In that realm, that jubilant hereafter:

"You shall surely cast off your deathly woe,
Along with your flesh-woven inverness,
And roam no longer through this wilderness.
As you are known, then shall you fully know."


David Acosta © 2015