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I Did Harden My Heart
3-20-18

Taking in the view
Seeing there is no offering plate and no pew
And this is reality right before my eyes
Be not conformed O says my pride
And I'm only along for the ride
Hey me, can you help
I, O, to the single it is commanded to hold still
As to mingle and no more spill
Who's out there but a shadow
It doesn't look like a missionary all for truth decay
All for apostolic advice and everything naughty and nice
I captivity of vice for a scepter out of Israel
I did it again to fulfill all atonement of this redemption
Making amends in hopes to stay safe today
As Lehi descended and Amulek recounts soon
Time to face up to it and get myself in order
Please, no more surprises....





Painting White Walls Black
3-20-18

Seeing it darker than ebony
A fire rages in my heart by way of conflagration
To see the distance of the Nile
Soon in need of a break in the presence of the Word
Call it chicken scratch until I post it
But not boast it as to toast it
O, lign aloe see it whiter than ivory
As to fill ambassadorship for a revelation
Is it snowing yet as to awaken to this magic
We are human after all wanting it all for myself
As birds announce the dawn
One more break, my bad
As one to confer and confirm it
Can you hear me where it happens in the water
By the prayers of the righteous and wicked
We will but sustain and maintain
We cry in knowing
There is no going back....




Agag
3-20-18

For behold
It never gets old bought and sold
In from the cold as thrice bereft yet joyous
I thought I was big and bad but I was only good and small
As in Christ I stand tall making whispering vows again
Only to take up the pen now and then
Hold your breath and count to ten
See the intervention
We're not about to break in a fine line
I got through another wicked one
And this morning I rejoice in my survival
In constant letting go's and hanging on
Smiting Moab as to destroy Sheth for the scepter of the faith
Seeking higher ground like an eagle perched upon a high branch
This morning Agag to be exalted....






On Numbers 25:17
3-20-18

Against Balaam and for ourselves
Covering today my own ground
Where's the love in this?
For a star out of Jacob and eleven others amid the bright shining moon
On the coasts of Chittim as to afflict Asshur
I'm never going back I say but it's too late
I already started it back into Baalpeor
Cutting it close today but at least I'm cutting something
Knowing the peace that transcends all understanding
Greeting our Midianitish ladies in remembering the eighties
Looks like a yes go
O, what do I look for
But another good day
As to find out how we differ
But O so much the same
Call her Cozbi and smile for the camera
In Zur for sure
As to vex the Midianites.....