True Religion?
9-12-16
Being the doer
Being blessed in ones deeds
Do everything as an act of worship
And met will be your needs
True religion, visit the fatherless and widows
In their affliction
One phone call at a time for the good news soon to come
Keep yourselves unspotted from the world
And the prince of power of the air
Blessed are them whom endure
God cannot tempt nor be tempted
Where no one is exempted
Do not err
Feel her purr
Like a motor of melancholy
Wear something beautiful and black
And anticipation will cut you some slack
No one to blame
No, not even you
Blessed in ones deed
Love cometh true
Established in the year of Zero....
Brother Of Low Degree
9-12-16
Every good gift cometh from above
As one works the early morning shift
To fulfil all of such love
O, brother of low degree
Can't you see that you have touched me
The sun won't go down slow
When you stay in the present moment
Time passes more smoothly
As it has a hold of me
Do nor err for screaming Chanticleer
We talk for hours
While in separate rooms
Given poetic powers
Something quite ordinary
Like mushrooms
Few words well chosen
Shew your faith by what you do
As a body without breath
So is a faith without works
Where our fear lurks
I can't put it down
God chose the poor of the world
As rich in faith.....
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