arable

Arable (Tillage)
1-9-18

Good eating already
And I have but just begun
In a desire for control
Too late to turn back now
As people are pained and faces gather blackness
Earth quakes and heavens tremble
For offspring and progeny seed and ovule
As to introduce in the hope of increase
In my dust storm of delicate static
Both Jews and Gentiles
All are under sin
Got my seven hours
It ought to suffice
When all my brothers eat fish
Cannibals and rice
Yet to become what God wants me to be
The path to the perfect way is slow
Arable our tillage
Terrible the pillage
By the deeds of law
No flesh justified....




On First Nephi 17:35
1-9-18

Yet to become what God wants me to be
It's a long road arable
For the parable may it be a dust storm
May it be a lust form of venue for locale forgotten and forgiven
Call me pal and ask God if these things are true to you
My bad for the iconoclastic
Let them burn us in the darkness
Boasting excluded by the law of faith
Gazing at photos from the Washington zoo
Where all things are made new
So I went ahead and went out
I beat my frozen dew as David describes
The blessedness of man
Do ye suppose that we are righteous
No, not by far!
When my shining star endures until the end
And pawns your car
As to esteem all flesh as one....