formaldihyde

Formaldahyde
9-17-15


Indeed the Cyprus trees rejoice over you
He, by the grace of God should taste death for every man
Starting out with a fresh batch
My lady friend approaches me for a match
So I get out my Bic that does the trick
I will declare thy name unto thy brethren
For I love you even when you say you're sick
In the midst of the church
I will sing praise to thee
As children are partakers of flesh and blood....










On Hebrews 2:11
9-17-15


We are not ashamed to call each other brother and sister
Have you become like us?
Your pomp is brought down to Sheol
We boldly mention Jesus in public
And stand up to sing in the congregation
Getting our hands on whatever we find
He by the grace of God tasted death for every man
And even that which is contrary is a part of the plan
Everyone is searching for something they say
And I get my kicks on the way
For both he that sanctify
And they that are sanctified are One...










Ween
9-17-15


Taking upon him the nature of angels
But yet upon him the seed of Abraham
Heaven sent the promised land
And I'm glad to have my life back
After my flipped up dream
He suffered being tempted
So he is able to succor them that are tempted
To yet ween, think and suppose
To expect hope or intend it
Behoved him to be like the brethren
To be the High Priest in things pertaining to God
And we find it not odd
It looks alright from where I stand...










Consider The Apostle
9-17-15


To withdraw from such object or practice deemed undesirable
To cause to lose need with dough to knead
And Jesus still doth but bleed
To make reconciliation from the sins of the people
Someone sent the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
O, partakers of a heavenly calling
Consider the Apostle and the High Priest of our profession
Counted worthy of more glory than of Moses
We stop to smell the roses
For every house is built by some man
But he that builds all things is God....










Barking Laughter
9-17-15


Here me shout, come on in
For the Lord will have mercy on Jacob
And will pardon the sin for the bark
For the abrupt explosive cry
In the pangs where on myself I get high
A brusque order and reply of ones external covering
Of woody items distinct from the wood itself
To strip and peel
And be not ashamed of the way we feel
What's the news
Where've you been
Gruff and surly
Even when I lose I win
As Christ is a son over his own house
We, the bride and He, the spouse....












Tousle My Hair
9-17-15


To rumble and tousle
To crumple into wrinkles our wrinkle and crease
And our cry for peace
Moses was verily faithful in his own house
As a servant for a testimony
Of things to be spoken after
O, bittersweet felicity
Hold fast to confidence and rejoicing
Of the hope firmly till the end
You who weakened the mainland
And strengthened the islands
The hyenas will howl in their citadel
We want you with us.....