Balak

Balak (Son Of Zippor)
3-1-18

Gone right from the beginning
Dawn to strike against the night
Where love is winning
You can become a great poet
If you attend to the Lord that brings life
Observing stoutly from day to day
Now that I'm out of the sack
There is no going back in our encompassing moments
She's in good spirits
As to be satisfied by His knowledge
Five for one shilling
Hoping I don't make too much noise
No not to wake up the girls and boys
With bad mouth on a church day steer clear
And be of good cheer
As to redeem this people
And readjust our steeple
Smitten of God and healed where the devout kneeled
Under red lights in alive and dead warm nights.....






Tender Plant
3-1-18

By words conscious with ones mind on someone else's lunch
In another love story to pack its punch
For the words, "the next morning" in bold print
According to the hunch
Don't want to make too much noise
In much beauty and glory
We desire of Him healings set forth where sufferings cease
It's been a long time coming in foreign hills
You can almost remember my name
For wine spills where God wills
In managing skills hid as it were our faces from Him
Of Moab distressed
Don't shake the faith in this freewill greeting
As to raise the roof and roll away the rock of us people
Was he stricken Yea, they did understand it
Now that we've seen it again.....





Rowhouse
3-1-18

No More despised or rejected
As to be surprised as selected
As He hath bourne our griefs as to appease our chiefs
We only live the valley song
As to make intercession while come Sunday I tag along
Taking those first baby steps
And if it was given
Houses of silver and gold
I would never get too hot or cold
Yea, I apologize where Baalam rises upon a brown mule
And children today go back to school and it's cool
Praying that my noise will serve God's purpose
Like a wakeup call to those that have places to go
Where Isaiah speaks messianically
And we go there again for one more instantaneous healing
Warm in a tiny rowhouse
Beside myself in all that lies in store....







As Searching Princes
3-1-18

Contrary to the Word
Tossing breadcrumbs to our bird
Come Word made flesh something overheard
Careful with that self fulfilling prophesy
Therefore we are divided as the lowly are prided
Wounded and treacherous waiting for that loud knock
Just in time to fold my wash
My gosh in the power of the Son
As to be promoted to great honor
In saying that one is not a goner
As the pleasure of the Lord doth prosper in my hand
Sending more princes more honorable as to see His seed growing stronger
Through each ordeal it breaks God's heart to see us suffer
As to carry our sorrows for many bright tomorrows
As to dwell in the flesh
The carnal borrows....