Ammon

Discovering Ammon Afresh
3-3-18

Tomorrow if it happens to me
In and out of reach
The Comforter doth but teach
As to light this crooked path
I will find the rhythm through the rain
And reach the water's edge
Be my eyes when I can't see
Be my tongue when I can't speak
Have them to comfort me tomorrow
And have me to know Spirit's presence
O, shipmaster
O, cattail under the bonds we choose to yoke up with
To see the bigger picture as to disallow all that we allow
And stay in the here and now
Making the vow of some effect
I treasure every moment with you
More potentially devisive in pilot and sailor
Who still swears qualified to steer clear
Maybe it doesn't need to be this way
In guide and leader
My gift is to the savior.....





Awe In Its Goodness
3-3-18

Either today or tomorrow
That awful feeling of awe and its goodness
For intolerance the curse and acceptance
The key and the tool
Qualified to but succor finding courage in my darkest hour
"Jesus, save me", I continually cry out
It's alright to be not alright
As plans are made for a brighter future and fate
For the octagon to recreate
As Gideon goes forth
Lamanites made drunk with flocks and herds
Outside our tents
We take it down and move onward
Wherefore let us send proclamation
And gather their schools of minnows
Where mind and Spirit intermingle
Of sacrifices in life give more than they take
As to conquer Helam again
Greeting Chessman
Pride as to make the terror our ease
As industrious therefore profitable....






Through Rohan Over The Fen
3-3-18

O, restless angel
Bring around your fervent message
And help us find the way for the invitation
As Mormon illustrates one more hour completed in Amulon
We can meet up as for the first time of visions unclear
O, remind me of the dream fleeing
Eight day's journey into the wilderness
So begins our surrender in embracing the fight
I must ask an 'I'
Ready for the opportunity of a lifetime
In sense of handling ropes
O, shipmaster sailor according to tongue
I am not shattered
Filled of close seams
Tell me your dreams
For its caulk to walk my track
It's going to be both terrible and wonderful
For bows lost in their spring
Call me at one in the afternoon
And nothing will be impossible
For no such unrighteous dominion
Through Rohan over the fen....