Sunday, June 24, 2018

estate

Of Kingly Estate (Keep The Faith)
3-27-18

Of kingly estate nothing here to hate
Growing weary of the battle back in time to pick up the books
Trying to keep going a conversation counted worthy of the kingdom
For which we also suffer as rocks and crags get rougher
O, salute and o, kiss and don't try to bail out prematurely
As composed is the potential sweet dreams of swimming pools
In offices pastoral still waiting for that soft knock of kingly estate
As to but recreate and know a clean slate
Not work not eat figuratively speaking written from Athens
Spring is coming on soon ordained to the sacerdotal
Our clergy of sacrifice as we are made priests
In hopes to keep the faith and don't stop believing.....





Time To Join Them There
3-27-18

Come to object from which the thing exiles of purpose of being
Of a better surety jangling metallic coins in ones pocket
Soon time to go out and get blood drawn
And make it back up and down
Given fifteen minutes to recover from breathlessness
In prayers to be hospitable
Who can ask for more as the outcome of the law is charity
Left in Crete for the cause setting in order  things wanting
As some swerve and turn aside
To what we call a home away from home
For her seventieth birthday as to minister inquiries
Rather than godly edification followed by our plans of degrees
As Paul leads Timothy in the right direction
To be an example to they that follow
Time to walk on over and join them.....






Another Filling
3-27-18

Coming as I am
Tomorrow the numbing for its sham
As we fasted and then all outlasted in Japheth, Shem and Ham
And their wives on the boat
Law made not for the righteous but for the disobedient on the outside
Living like the underdog for the gospel committed on my trust
But not in lust that returneth to the dust
Take me as I am as to war a good battle
For oxen, beeves and our cattle
One mediator and that's Jesus
As a ransom for all
As to baptize Zeezrom
Even he would be made perfect eventually
Believe thou in the power in the man of another hour
Of inner beauty and then some to yet rattle and hum
On the account of locusts
Hello again, chum
Coming as I am....





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