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Ministry And Reign

2-14-19

O, what a wreck of a desk for ants of care and evolution 

And a black train under a green tree and new hues tomorrow 

It's go or die for our torch's beam in old fashioned wist slippers 

Seeking aid early this morning in the name of Jesus 

Perhaps having been dreaming of returning for my learning 

For a day of bafflement as instinct moves me in presentiment 

Nothing to know ado about everybody form a line if we must 

For all of this will return to the dust 

O, Priest of the Most High God

Find it not odd beginning again with Bountiful 

God has plans for your life....

Shabby Pines

2-14-19

Trying to imagine thorns in ones eyes 

Instead of grains of sands 

Miniscule up against eternity 

Having seen many afflictions where my worst case scenerio is my best 

As persecuted by my own Gentiles of Jewish custom nevertheless having been favored 

No go if no good snow

"God save me" serves as the loftiest of prayers 

Coming across large waters 

Spirit says just enjoy today according to ones own knowledge 

For we do enter into His rest travelling through Connecticut valleys 

For shabby pines and hemorages where I'm the one to starve at a feast....

All Have Sinned

2-14-19

In the fiercest wind and in this place again we all have sinned 

Here remains therefore a rest for my beautiful people by Moroni upon every tall steeple 

And this we do, if God permits in azure firmament and waters that don't quit 

Way too hastily my next plate all for barricades of perennial innocence 

God give me a way on through to this transition 

O, can you all come at once for skill and knowledge still but praying 

O, what will be your fee for you and me to clearly see that kiss I tasted was good

But not just to knock on wood.....

On Hebrews 6:3 (Grim-Iron Hue)

2-14-19

On the moment we've been waiting for at the salad bar

All for amusement Parkmen alone but astonished with auspice for amphibious adrenalin 

And its ambition 

Tell me why for the sake of peace of mind

And good eats shuffling tunes under a roof 

I count my blessings 

As redeeming my previous path stressed out

Over nothing at all 

All for perfect serenity south into Spain 

For paper-wrapped twists and no more clenched fists 

In that the Word of God is quick 

Passing into the heavens with those who hope to believe 

All for grim-iron hue our haughty hallow carried by heroes 

Called of God in powers of the wake....