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Slave Becomes Brother
4-14-18

Up at eight
Nothing to restore or to recreate
Nothing to hate
They're great!
Come intercession from Onesimus
To steer you into a parking space
Still on the road today in the Ford Senato
And love exemplified for Christian courtesy
And the law of love
Eve and I have yet splashes
As profitable and expedient robbing the master
Paul flees to Rome accompanied by our Tychicus
As the sun beats down and I sit on the bench
Unleashed upon all clientele
Hoe does the book of Mormon make you feel
For priceless value in introspection
To keep one from ways of destruction
Effective by the acknowledgement of every good thing
Only knowing that tomorrow I will sing
I appeal to you for my son all is not lost
In fact much is won
As opted for celibacy under another gun.....






On Philemon 1:8
4-14-18

Reading the emblem of the Gaudi
Sending him back on my account
O war, do we do to prepare for the world of spirits
And the kingdoms that follow
When it comes around to you and me
I ask myself do I really believe at all
For Aristarchus, Demas and Luke
Our fellow laborers in remission
In no need of Jax
Yet still willing to pay the other sin tax
One more day of our first heatwave
I ought to just relax
But I have a lot to say
While it is still today
Receive Him as you would me
As the countess keeps the score
Christ be with your spirit, Amen
Seeing where it all lines up
For benediction and personal remarks
On my own account in the flesh and in the Lord
The underdog hath scored
Effective as to acknowledgement....






Love Exemplified Revisited
4-14-18

Son superior to angels
As a carnival mechanic whose words would fit perfectly
To another sleeveless shirt today I'll be the man in black
For the auxilary channels where all we can see is the Mary Lou
As to settle and go back for more in crude images flashing
And appreciation of a deeper beauty
Why, I live in Laurel for to such quarrel
Not in my own territory
Please, please do so as being the undefiled type
It touches them of where a slave becomes a brother of another mother
In being of type undefined crass and crude
I get the books back in the mood if truth be told
They hung and tilted and through your prayers
I am granted as much as educated
To trust and hope
when we're at the end of our rope.....