Wednesday, September 14, 2016

whither

Whither
8-17-16

So the old story goes as leaves soon fall
For maples I cannot be accountable for
Stables at Macedonia
At Achaia and easy harmony
All in good time
Spreading the gospel
It is my desire that everyone makes it
With and toward
Still leaning on the Lord
I'm just jittery nigh unto you
Namely that is to say specifically
Our entrance to you is not in vain
God-ward not listed in the lexicon
Turning from idols to serve the living and true God
I cannot say this for myself
I can't wait till tomorrow morning
Ensamples to all that believe are my words scribbled here....





When You Are
8-17-16

Our way will be dark and slippery eventually
Prognosis: Phobia
Occupation: to overcome
Exhortation not of deceit
Not for pleasing men
But for God that trieth our hearts
Downhill town spiral as a serpent
And spoonful for desire changeable
Indictable gazing at the full moon last night
When you are all things are yours
I trade my tears to ask the Lord for proof of love
No longer inordinate nor covetous
For the valley below
Using not the cloak
Because you are dear unto us
When you are you can have it all....





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