OneCloud Ministries

Raising A Generation of Prophetic Voices

In vain
My Name
crosses your path.
You don’t heed
the muted moans
from tissue tearing,
pierced by thorns,
talons and spikes
pounded purposefully
each time
you mock Me.
I’m someone
else to you.
© Jerry P. Quinn 3/30/2002 9:20:18 PM
ISAIAH 53
Who has believed our report? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant, [...]

Last Supper
 
Tasted, the wine and the bread speak to me
liberty from critique
 
released by compensation’s disbursement
meant to change what’s remiss
 
I cling to the memory of your work
and shirk not at your love.
 
Jerry P. Quinn © September 7, 2003