Incriminating
11-23-16
For though to us it seems incriminating
Criticizing our best intentions
Why am I hiding behind all of these whys
Feel the rhythm of the sea and sail on
You'll hear many lies in the dark
Just the way you like it
To dance to the song of eternity
Fire in my bosom
I have another trust
That returns to dust
You and your crying softly
Do O, Sonnez
Quavering tone clerks
I'm crazy about the music
Jesus is more than life to me
Yet to march sixty-three miles to freedom
Find goods in small panels.....
Adam's Apple
11-23-16
Fortune he wished
Call it higher power
I'm walking while writing
Err ye to the end
For this blessed assurance
I am ready to be offered up
O, forever praise
Purchased by the blood
Serving the spuds in our freedom
Asking blazes in our latest crazes
In the month of Abib
Finishing the ordeal
Diminishing all that appears to be real
Only two places, finish or quit
We endure until the end for the escape plan
Some are rescued for the me that needs acceptance
First and most of all
Dealing from her jar
A feeling from afar....
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