My Fertile Valley
3-31-16
To cut off sprigs with pruning hooks
Where the architect digs
And finds golden plates and old books
O, rightly divide the word of truth
Exhortation, supplications, intercessions be made for all men
"Saved", not just a Baptist term
I got a lot of good stuff from such a church
Even if they were a tad judgmental
For secrets I cannot disguise
They are still in my heart
Yet in a need to translate
The holding of the faith
Back down to the valley of Rephaim
Quite fertile in remembering Myrtle....
Keep Coming Out
3-31-16
I pay in blood but not my own
Jesus already did it for us
All that we need to make it
As idols of Egypt totter at His presence
Everyone will make reconciliation with his brother
I hear the lawnmower for the first time
Come irrigation canals rivers and Brooks
City for city changed from the creature
I've been to such a river
Voices say, O keep coming out
To shine your light for bole and branch and root
And to make rock the flute
To its every guise yet discreet
I keep my eyes on the prize
But I can do nothing of myself
I leap out of bed again at four
Awake according to God's will....
Onward For Their Beginning
3-31-16
To a people wonderful on land from their beginning
Carving another rough gem to my liking
In Scarlet Town up on the hill
Killing my comfort with quickening
We all need our prayer and meditation cover to stay right here and now
Prayer: also defined as devotion and passion about something
For Egypt's decline and collapse melting in the midst
Kingdom for kingdom
How can we say as being natural
"I am the son of the wise"
You did it my main man....
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