Idumea

Idumea
3-26-18

Of He whom delivers us from such a death today
Ought to be a good one if I could only catch my breath
Come the pace in the scene and still no trade
Of the green for her poisons as remedies well known for godly jealousy
In self-examination the blues still written down in black
For hearts bleeding for saints in Achaia
Sometimes burdened beyond measure
Is that what you really want
In the days of Abiathar
We did eat of the showbread
Greeting Freddy Malins for fish and new scales of old fins
My dear God what am I in for?
Straight from Idumea
As He ordains the Quorum
As there arose another storm
And I am what I am
O, peace be still
According to God's will
As now we emerge....





Fifth Watch
3-26-18

For the overall picture of activities today
I find what I find as published in Decapollis
No one will taste of it save He whom hath ears to hear
Steer clear O Talitha Cummi
I find it afresh by our spectacular sound
We pipe in as piety to subtract the pluralism of all legalism
A prophet is not without honor save in his own country
As Jairus falls at his own feet where we greet the cultural elite
Commanded to take nothing
Yea, no script nor an extra pair of shoes
O, what's the news of no such stay of bread
O, should we buy two hundred pennyworth as we would now nod our heads
Where one would rather hear the music for what she is....






On Mark 7:34
3-26-18

Not to endearing drink hot and now for the hearing
No one will taste of it
Not for a thousand whiskey rivers
To climb up to places yet unseen
As soon we mean the green as unearthed and exhumed
Come Corban our gift
Do you need a lift?
In companies of hundreds and fifties
O, hold me high until then
As to describe the lot alone in the Cloud's old blue
Of Greek Syrophonecians and soon a dandelion
And impediment of speech
All I'm asking for is one good week
On the coasts of Decapolis
Time to lather up and get moving
As to cry Ephphatha O, be opened....






Sweets Of Illusion
3-26-18

As one to test the waters steamy
Loving our daughters quite dreamy
No, I was not aware of such as creamy
For no such Holy Obedience not just for a child
Where threes are wild on the next go around seven loaves and a few fishes
Yet I proceed into Dalmanutha
Where Elias makes the scene and I go crazy again tomorrow
Of which is here and now at Cesarea our Phillipi
And we wist not what to say
O, greasy spoon and soon June bloom
Why could we not cast him out Lord
I believe help thou my unbelief
As to test the fates  the third time
In need of some assistance
All for acceptance and its resistance....