Nigh Is The Place
10-8-18
Seven, the number of perfection
Was a day of triumph
So I bring it back to the here and now
And face up to my monsters
Looking forward to Christ with stedfastness
And I don't look back
Given the Lord, given the judge
O, destroy them not where Gentiles could be reached
Looking for the signs which are given
Given the whole, the heart and the tools
And the keys to the kingdom
On ones way to all elusive contentment
As waves of conversation are enough
O, can we have a witness and cease to take their junk
In all of this funk where we don't recognize ourselves
Nor count the books on our shelves
Bathing in the small sounds of night
As nigh is a place of refuge...
Pictorial
10-8-18
As so we take our scone
We tally the goals far and few between
In a time when it was green
Making a transition from heresy
To art plowing my way on through debris with my shopping cart
And I can live with this where we have a bone to pick
It's just a gesture in jest
Yea, O all men are previewed to read all about it
And to no more doubt it
Who is the founder of these things
Falsely accused of false witness and we shall have judgment
As to show mercy
I still count myself fortunate
Carefully pictorial gazing into Ludlow's mouth
As to buy milk and honey as the chaff that passeth away....
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