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Grind 4-14-14 There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth In one's need of a night guard To watch what goes on beneath Well done, O faithful servant That had gained his five As so by the twelfth hour Yeah, I am still alive Laying down my head to pray on it And hoping I will get my rest Grinding my molars in hopes for the best Soon to break my fast on whole wheat Right next to the tares That flourish in our summer heat As we all slumbered and slept While the bridegroom is delayed I have hope that I will come through.... Full 4-15-14 You are already full According to the practice of the golden rule As it rains on the corner of Philadelphia and State And we find that such is not a thing to loathe or even hate Thinking about what is right Hoping to plow my way through into the night I finally got some rest And I am given today the words to write And when the morning has come They took council against Jesus To put him to death I thank God for this today As I owe him my every breath Thinking about what stirs me to love In my search within, beyond and above.... 44 4-15-14 Today it's forty-four months of my sobriety Soon going on four years Seeing that the love that I choose Doth cast out all fears And when they had bound him No one shed excessive tears Leading him away to deliver him to Pontus Pilate Given today one mouth and two ears Slow to speak and swift to hear Hoping for the rain to cease and the skies to clear I have sinned in that I have betrayed innocent blood O, what is it to me See thou to that O, I ask myself What am I passionate about... Eli, Eli, Lama Sabachthani 4-15-14 What else do you lack to make it right It's not about what you lack But what you already have Soon to know all that is unseasonal I'll take it For it is what it is And I have no control over the weather O, thou sayest But he answers nothing A wise response O, Eli, Eli, Lama Sabachthani So I say in my own space But to vent such resentment Hear thou not how many things Are witness against thee What else do you lack To make it right.... Rededication 4-15-14 Coming to the closing of another gospel It's back to basics With my faith in starting over Rededicating my life to Christ He answered him never a word Taking the reed to smite him on the head Giving him vinegar to drink While on these things I will think Pondering this passion Making the sepulcher sure Dying to myself Sealing the stone and setting a watch Going back to my Golgotha Releasing my notable prisoner within Setting my mind free Counting it not a sin You are already full and complete As so on this night I turn on once more the heat One last time till we move on with life.... Reclaiming My View 4-15-14 Your job is the what and not the how Your profession is today Your trade is right now Let him be crucified Where I die to myself again In this application of my pen Reclaiming a more comfortable posture and position To get my view of what's in store Giving him vinegar mixed with gall Gazing in my observation upon the west wall I let him down again Stooping low to yet stand tall I had a wonderful dream last night But I cannot put it into words Save what is written here O, you are my cover and my shelter Where Jehovah comforts For the cause of what is yet to come..... Seeking My Middle Ground 4-15-14 Observing my shadow upon this page Soon to be filled with the words of exhortation Plowing today through the gospels In the casting of lots To decide where to go to next Being one to grasp and receive the meaning of the text Soon to be given a new television For my forty-first birthday To be no longer as vexed nor perplexed Nor disturbed by the blank screen That I run just for its sound I can't remember anything About the pubs I once did frequent Parting his garments for the cause of hanging around Praying for another victory And to know my middle ground..... Spunge 4-15-14 Taking up my spunge Observing its various ways To be spelled in different translations This is expedient Where I take my plunge Meaning to include everyone In my prayers before I sleep Counting sheep and never running out Sitting over against my own sepulcher Dying to myself in faith that doth dissolve my doubt After three days I will rise again In worlds within and without He is risen and we come to terms with what this is all about I have hopes for a wonderful weekend In this study taking up the spunge O, let it be and let us see Whether Elias will come and save him.... On Matthew 27:65 4-15-14 Truly this is the Son of God So we say boldly Speaking out about what we have seen By the contrast of many hues of blue and green The trees soon begin to bud and bloom And I make the best of dwelling inside my room As so the topic is of Christ, the servant In that no one is exempt from lending a hand Take a look around you When others need your time When you can't help yourself Where my love for God is my own conscious choice And an act of my freewill You have a watch Now go your way And meet me on the corner While it is still called today.... Lo 4-15-14 Making my sepulcher sure Sealing the stone and setting the watch Dying daily to myself But in no need for brandy or scotch Forty-four months of sobriety is today His countenance was like white lightning Yet to be one to but bungle and botch Rocking on to what can be on this night in my crotch Being blunt in such areas we usually don't zero in on To but acknowledge the need of a man in his lonesome This will be my true token and sign Of being still alive All power is given to me in heaven and earth Go ye therefore and teach all nations to observe all things And Lo, I am with you always....