Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Abinadi

Abinadi
3-4-18

No agenda save this
Nothing at home
And it's good to be an american
Having the privilege to bring my bible
Wearied not in the length of such a way of closeness I once feared
And I get the gist
Of complete sunrise, jar me not as to contradict
A lifelong fantasy of towers crumbled
Think it through always sowing yet to reap
In too deep
Sending messengers from far off
O, inherit the holy mountain
Cut it hard and accept my card
By blessings of the contrite
Back to my evil ways as crushed
Yea, the Lord did strengthen me
As afflicted to work together for my good
Given the agency to choose
Hoping to not give way to Satan and lose
O, keep justice and do well today alone
Of my servant Abinadi....






Heap It Up!
3-4-18

By dissensions decadence and delight
Need not dwindle I am here to give it all away
Home from another successful street meeting
To coin a phrase with allegory
Home to my disheveled abode
Can't be too quick to judge
Doing better today than I might think
It's wonderful to know that I can be something more
According to eternal significance
Could this be everything?
God forbid
So be it on the River Trent
Pure light is broken and bent
Soon to set up my tent and leave no such trace
Been away awhile in a state of wakefulness
Where have I been but laden in sin
Investigating to no more infilitrate
Tall by noon and straight in a brief awakening
Feeling the release only but perhaps blessed art thou
O, me and you going along for the ride to freely give....






O, Thumb Heals
3-4-18

Finding the life again in your thumb
Tossing to ducks another breadcrumb
O, the sacrament to remember
I see Him there evermore spinning round and round
Stumbling figuratively
Come full circle
I stepped out and was confident
Heap it up!
Fasting to clear the mind
And take all what one can find
Tomorrow back in business as stars are aligned
With Davidic concern we have much to learn from the high fortification northward
Anyone can do this here thing in dreams fear to take wing
Time to turn it over and post it
Fallen not on deaf ears
Finding the life
The Lord will guide you
Continually.....






On Numbers 31:8
3-5-18

As to satisfy ones afflicted soul
As to seek Him on high and make for yourself a goal
Extend your hand to the hungry and play that lead role
In the matter of Peor we are for peace and not for war
And over heads of thousands
Moses is wroth back at my favorite buffet
For Spirit and saline broth
He will return from sea as to bless you and me
Greeting Dolf and Hur saluting Reken and Zur
And as well Eli kings of Midian
Make it work for us as I pray for children
On their way to the bus
As to purify our raiment
Sunup
Light's out
I was always your fallen angel
Taking spoil of herds and flocks like words
For rocks in soil yet to be cultivated.....







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