Kir Heres

Kir Heres
3-31-16

It's tough out there
And I meet her everywhere
Things are breaking up
Her branches are stretched out still
Like his hand battle cries
Fall over our summer fruits
Coming in springtime
Premature but still quite ripe
In my dustpot broom
Some say that only ten percent hang in there
Never a sprint, always a marathon
Wig out if that is what you feel like
Will you need me later come perseverance through fear
A reverential trust
Expect it oft where patience has her perfect work!
For Kir Heres....





Persevere!
3-31-16

See the maps at the back of your book
Not for Mischeal come chorus and hook
On our high place
It's hard to come back down
Our work like writing on sands of an ebb tide
It's so easy in this to take pride
For blessings though favor
We get impressed with ourselves
Satan want you to be the center of your own universe
Believe me I've been there oft
Have a good one so you can have another
All for wooden images
It is natural to want something you can see
Did I pray for patience unawares
To succor my thoughts and cares.....