Impropriety
6-5-16
Butter and honey on wheat toast
And another variation of dark roast
I humble myself in the I do not boast
I just come here to get away and hear the sermon
I just wanted to be myself
I am told that I can make it through
Voices say that I just don't get it
In all impropriety
And the Lord hiss for the fly
Greeting them with an holy kiss
And still asking why
Scant and barley sufficient for the day
Falling short of a specific measure
And to cry for the bee
In the land of Assyria
As some will reign on desolate valleys
And in the holes of the rocks
Three more months in not need of socks...
Morass
6-5-16
To live my life pays
And the way it used to be
Deeper than the deep blue seas
If it's real when somebody needs you
All the way through the good and bad come what may
Where they take their rest in desolate valleys
And upon all answers, the Word in the street
Our pastor pushes all for our morals
I'm going to let you pass to engulf and overwhelm
Who knows where the road will lead us on soggy grounds
That our morass fit for the lost sheep
And found all for abundance of milk they shall give
He shall have butter that a man shall nourish a young kine
And two ewe lambs under the shadow of the rain
Wonderful music crazy as a loon.....
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