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Baldric
1-5-14


By beautiful baldric and belt
The snow once again begins to melt
Only to be frozen over again
So I can stay home and take up the pen
All set for prophesy and verse
By the blessing that at first looks like a curse
Where it's easy for two people to lose each other
In that today I will pray without ceasing for my brother
Being an implement to yet support my sword
Of baldric and belt fashioned by the Lord...




























Excuse
1-5-14


Satan wants me to stay home
Yet God wants me to get some rest
Where my brother calls me up to say, O what a relief
It is so that I can meander in my music and poetry
And fulfill God's purpose after all
Being once the toper that I was
and now forty months sober
I've come a long way
As all of such snowfall is beautiful to look upon
As long as I'm not out in it
Satan wants us to stay home and skip church
He must be happy with me today
But God is still the one in control....
































Abruption
1-5-14


God has mercy on the man whom doubts what he's sure of
By this fear and darkness cast out by perfect love
Giving thanks for a working furnace
From which the three are delivered
Being as the same sad story
Choosing to be happy and content
Wherein I scribble these lyrics
Quoting the boss
By the luxury of another day of leisure
Where I confess that I still live in the flesh for pleasure
Slipping off track somewhere down the line
In remembrance of last night's dreams of going back to my wine
O, God have mercy...




























Confidence
1-5-14


By the confidence of the house of Israel
We bring to remembrance our iniquity
And they will know that he is God
In all authenticity and antiquity
Being one to crawl like a baby back home
standing not alone
Trying to recreate the joy I knew
When I would take me out to roam
By the confidence of the kingdom
God that is here, Now and today
Assuming ones position
Right next to ones pleasure dome
By this confidence
I take up this pen to but stand














Sweet Passage
1-5-14


Finding this sweet passage
Written on the seven hills of Rome
Like a fresh tidbit
Like a morsel woth working for
And so my brother calls me up to cancel
And I find relief in not needing to go
Where it came to pass
That in the twenty-seventh year
The Word comes to me stating past tense as the present
Finding this sweet passage
To be today my parallel
Of such an illustration designed to teach....