our city

Back To Our Celestial City
3-9-18

As a make him a master of what fowls he pleases
Counting seven sneezes
Looking into the light of the sun
Breathing in these breezes
Yet not fully satisfied
As the fowler seeks her chase
Working in our favor now that I'm in a better place
Another good way to be as watcher and witness
In my practice of joy like a pile of gifts for our boy
Making it to that celestial city
It is for looks and it is quite pretty
Where empty notions dwell but not in vain
Wanting it enough to step out into the rain
Soundly tried your door will stand
Satan lied about your ten grand
With us this expostulate in successful productivity
Soliciting indeed
Side promise....





The Hard Way (Sides)
3-9-18

How shall they call on me
Save they have this desire
Go ahead and fall on me
And take heed to the wire
Where I go you cannot come
what I know in being deaf, blind and dumb
O, will God hear and why while in troubles
By delusions that serve as burning bubbles
Going the hard way in side verses for blessings and curses
As the father cherishes for the rural boarding the Greyhound to Pitsburg
True to the faith from A to Z
Just to see as Paul prophesies
We go with herds and flocks
As to withdraw oneself from soil
Filled with roots and rocks
O, will God hear?