skulk

As To Skulk
3-16-18

As fire devours our pastures
At the chime of ten
And cattle perplexed and sheep made desolate
And barns broken down
Today I need not go to town
Seeing the writing on the wall
And hearing the echoes in the night
Rivers dries up as to be dead
Darkened and cried up
Sound the alarm in my holy mountain
As to skulk and shirk
And still manage to keep on
As to make it stealthy
God knows my predicament
Furtive and surreptitious
In grateful curving notions
Mentors have a place in the kingdom
And a throne on high
O, blow the trumpet and sound the alarm
The fourth time is the charm
Remembering the house of Stephenas
Behold fellowship for Cephas in the Aramaic
Yet to preach in Ammonihah
Take the pain away
In the shade we flourish
As to nourish...