Apollos

To Apollos
4-14-18

Through God we do valiantly
For it is He that treads down all foes
And He knows how the cotton grows
Having us to drink the milk of paradise
In quiescent softly in thrall
In the days I used to rove the shopping mall
That it may be displayed due to the truth for the astral travels of my youth
For vain is the help of a man as I attain sea kelp
And the litter of a coke can
O, quicken us and we will call upon thy name
Delivering me from nowhere to send me today somewhere
Where I will hope continually where pines grow tall and wild
As I humble myself as a small child
Let me never be put to confusion
Who am I fooling
I won't quit.....