a ready scribe

A Ready Scribe
11-17-15

Some need choose joy even while sad
To tear down and build up
That which one would destroy
Where Christmas music drives one mad
Its name thereof Luz as it is to this day
We can share the coffee
As children of the captivity
Did eat with much to say
It burns my eyes to see
Another illustration to but portray
Coming up from Gilgal to Bochim
O, all is well along the narrow way
Serving Baal and Ashteroth
To each his own
Taking spicier broth
They would not hearken to their judges
So many were made wroth....




"Further Me"
11-17-15

I weighed unto their hands
Six hundred fifty talents of silver
The bible scholar understands
One hundred talents of gold
Enough to pay our rock and roll bands
That never get old
Turning it over to Genesis
For twenty basins and two vessels of fine copper
If you want to teach you will be tried and proved
At the river of Ahava
Many with compassion are moved
To afflict themselves before God
Ezra prepares his heart to seek the law
And to do it saying a simple prayer
"O, awaken me"
Do they know more than such
I suppose it's time to start saying
Merry Christmas and happy new year...




Howbeit Sisera Fled
11-17-15

Joshua died at being one hundred ten
And he lives again when it comes down to the pen
Taking their daughters and mingling with them
Being chief in trespass
Twelve bullocks
Fifty-six rams
For good water striking rocks
And seventeen minute jams
Ezra chapter eight
Our temple treasure
Seventy-seven lambs and twelve he goats
Another burnt offering for half rests and quarter notes
Howbeit Sisera fled
And the land had rest forty years
I go home and plop my head down on my pillow to pray
To pass inspection
For many sit astonied....




Stultif: Cation
11-17-15

Stultif and cation
Rendering it futile and ineffectual
And to allege to prove to be of an unsound mind
I learn the language of the mad
Astonied and dazed till the evening sacrifice
Bewildered and filled with consternation
A Cintas tack of what business is this
I did wonder by degrading and frustrating means
God doth punish us less than our iniquities deserve
Rending mantle and garment
As one here to serve
The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom
As to the dentist drill will hit the nerve
We remain yet escaped
And cannot stand before thee because of this....





Many Wept Sore (Within Me)
11-17-15

Going home to prostrate
For the love that will overcome all fear and hate
I wish them well weeping and casting himself down
We have taken strange wives
I know that God has someone in store for me
Somewhere down the road to redemption
Mary wept sore among me like a wasp that has stung me
Which slew six hundred with an ox goad
I step out to wait for my lift
But I won't light up or choose to stay in
Until I see the red van...