Armed
4-2-16
Into a large country flung
They are bowed down but we are risen
They could not take away our love
In God's strength, not ours alone
Determine the length
O, how many more hours
Though the mercy of the Most high
I make it to my gleaning of truth
And wake to face a new day
Assuming a moment of silence
Until she gets here
Helmet of brass, coat of mail
The Word be with thee
In God's strength, not ours....
A Constructive Work
4-2-16
The king shall joy in thine strength
The battle is the Lord's
In armies whom thou hath taunted and defiled
O, true the sling to prevail over the Philistine
Because he loves us over his own soul
What you have is enough
For God's will, do the rest
I call down Thunder and speak the same
And you're going to light my way
Tasting my accidents like gummi bears
All we need is music and coffee and some good preaching
Where to the Philistines fled
The battle is the Lord's
Cursing us by our gods
Seen as subordinates to better our odds
Who's keeping score?
Soul, Knit
4-2-16
Soul of Jonathan
Knit with that of David
I'll be joyfully caring to meet him
On the wings of those divine ducks
Now flying north for the spring
Making a covenant as we struggle through
This world and its strife
Ye come to me with sword and sphere
On this side of heaven
I meet you on the beautiful shore
Skies are dark today
But there will be sunshine
In the by and by
For inhabitants of Lombardy
Moneylenders prosper
Wouldn't it be so much easier to find a reason
On the morrow with javelin in hand....
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