Uncut
3-31-16
A voice is heard as far as Jahaz
His beard never needs be cut off
For the wonder of weather
Come serge of shell
Quicker than ones sleight of hand
Growing branches
Frightened of nothing
Take it as you will
Looking like gray dollar bills
In a dream of finding a fortune
Questioning its authenticity
Heshbon doth cry out
Take refuge so says a brother
Synonymous to the word trust
To lean on, to roll on
See it really isn't that bad after all....
Not Just Another Word
3-31-16
Christ's coming can mean to be in this presence
I was a fool to stumble
Greet one another with an holy kiss
Woke up this morning a little bit too soon
Undue preoccupation
I walk slow with a brother
And share my joe and say a prayer for Mother
It's not about seeking out ecstatic experiences
There are diversities of activities
Somebody loves me
Yes Jesus does
And not just because
I catch my morning buzz
For orange rind and peach fuzz
You are the church
Yes, you are all
Going up to the temple of Dimon
No one will be alone in his appointed times....
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