isn't it grand

Isn't It Grand!
11-13-15

Isn't it grand
To be playing to the stand
Come the month of Zin
I'll live to see Lyyar
And see tomorrow morning another Day Star
Thirty cubits in height
fodder by which to write like the lesser light
As crimson yet made as wool, white
I must preach the kingdom to other cities
Because for this purpose I am sent
Today the Scriptures are fulfilled in your hearing
Speaking three thousand proverbs
And five and one thousand songs
To right all wrongs
All come to hear his wisdom
Isn't it grand!




To Study Is My Lot
11-13-15

One hundred twenty cubits
The height of the vestibule
If she should want some peace
I buy her a cup of coffee
Thirty cubits the height of the house itself
In Ziv and Lyyar
I'll live out of my car
It has been said you shall not tempt him
In that we cannot exempt him
To set at liberty those who are oppressed at once
And at twice today
Not beside myself
This much I have confessed
For forty thousand stalls of horses
And twelve thousand horsemen
Today to study is my lot
He shall give his angels charge over you
As Solomon prepares to build the temple
And such is as you and I....