Wheel On The Earth
3-6-18
As to search ones heart and to tear himself apart
Thou art behind your dangerous shopping cart
Out in the ruins soles of feet like calves
Down at the corner trading halves
In the north of Tammuz we triumph and travel
For indications through our prophesy
Ezekiel the priest does his good and strange thing
In dreaming all about a pinball machine
That runs on cash crops as fuel
Sights worth seeing not just believing
Let's talk about Jesus more and more
As to feel the Spirit at dusk
Needing a hug the day after tomorrow
Like the color of burnished bronze
By wings and faces holding all four aces
In the fifth year so be it our Priest
Not to starve at the feast.....
On Ezekiel 1:26
3-6-18
Number six doesn't always need mean the bad
Nor seven the good
God protect this neighborhood
This is for the leaders of missionaries
And another classic evidently a Christophany
More than just in my mind to hear what goes on in the world
For our God's watchman
Is there anything I should know
Save grace, peace, love and joy
So of man stand on your feet
Mixing the bitter with sweet
How beautiful are your feet
Filled with air rank
Directing all missionary efforts
A little bit of faith goes a long way
Bruce Dickinson said this and many before him
And I play the part of the fanatic
For fate and fortune
Dear Father, O save...
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