fodder

Fodder
3-18-18

Above every nation and kindred
Morning light has sprung
Soon to be saying and to just do my thing
Wading waist deep
All things made known unto them of honest report
Not as a last resort
Not taking a neighbor to court
O, Fantastic
The words spewed from another pen
In a lion's den
Rich in all manner of things
Where Amulek recounts the angelic command
And my cat kicks up sand
And I won't always understand
And the prayers of the righteous cause us to be spared
As grossly hardened and erupt fine as finely marooned today
I look alive and I sing along to hymns of being strong
And at the chime of five
The music begins again as fodder for the pen.....





Flavored
3-18-18

Like a dance where lands lick on the shore
Where sands make us think greeting F. Warren Roberts
Of the nature of all that is complete
As all consummate above every other nation
Kindred and togue in judge O faster we see it
Crystal clear in the land of Ammoniah
May us have no fear back here at one
Another sermon wiser from blessings in hand
Sometimes I get tired of waiting
Lost as the steam from my locomotive blues
Sometimes grossly hardened
But by all means pardoned
Laying the foundation of our restoration
As two hungry forsake the angry waving
Lightly framed O, stiffnecked
How are you flavored?




Investigation
3-18-18

As Lehi descends Amulek deceives and pretends
Vom, was it the same love
Within as it lies above
I'll have to decide if this is for me
But at least today I go there and see
In a world that's departed
It's not enough as discerned from Manasseh
Recounting angelic commands as eaves tremble in Ides of March
Mourning and bemused
He that glories let him glory
And may we not be confused in prim indignation
Of a God who loves us
The Jews require a sign and the Greeks seek after wisdom
In biers of peace
I pray and not cease
I'll have to decide if this is for me
But at least I go to spy out the land
And much more, see.....