reproachable

Reproachable
5-6-16

Preacher in sweet rain
It takes me way back
Where godliness is gain
Giving olive yards to his servants
God never wanted you to feel this pain
Mercy on a sinner such as I
As a prisoner condemned to die
My bags are packed as I lighten the load
Setting myself to seek the Lord
And beg, "God, what do I do?"
Open anyone?
For our musicians at Hazazon-Tamar
Where roiling is over
A little bin of something is yet to begin
God, what do I do
But drop quarters for pop-open anyone?
We are reproachable in Engedi....





"There You Go!"
5-6-16

As of now it looks better
Invaded by Mede and Ammon
O, what do I do
But pray for a good one
And expect His miracles
If you think of it that way
It looks better
Slept into nine-thirty
There you go with the coffee
To walk on coals of fire
If we can't or won't forget it
Position yourself to seek the Lord
And take up His sword
God make me a blessing to Mother
For Jehoshaphat goes to battle
I'm looking good to me in my looking glass
Where Judah is inundated by rain ten days in a row
Just be still....