Saturday, November 28, 2015

Cush

Cush
9-17-15

Of whom we have many things to say
And hard to be uttered
Seeing ye are dull of hearing
In God's will there will be a way
And our bread is jellied and buttered
For the cause of all praising and cheering
Everyone will fight against his brother
And no one exempt
Everyone will feel the hate when we misunderstand
As God does not tempt
I'm glad this is all it was all about
Take on your dreams and don't try to drive them away
Ethiopia also referred to as the burnt face
We are still under God's grace....



Booby Prize
9-17-15

This is the season for such display
Jesus is the reason
Even for all chaos and disarray
Thank you Jesus that this is all that it was
I still love them all
But not only just because
I will take my rest
And I will look from my dwelling place
You will walk away and take a pact to be a source
No more booby hatches will be required
Over the deck opening
Being taught the first principles
For the sound today I am wired
And we can still be together
A reference to an embassy
Resulting in the alliance denounced....






All Is Meant To Be
9-17-15

Of brooks or streams
Of canals of Egypt, flesh hooks for dreams of old pals
These rivers and irrigation inlets of fresh water
I flush the toilet at noon on the dot
Thankful that my coffee is fresh, black, sweet and hot
Whose land the rivers divide, take care
So easily all for Jesus
And it's not about my pride
In a day of deep and desperate sorrow
Go, swift messengers to a nation tall
And of smooth skin
Misunderstanding was no such sin....




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