Crumbling Walls of Stone The walls of stone around us built by hands of mortal make, have claimed to offer solace from dark storm, strong wind, and quake. Protecting from our foes without, this shelter here inside, constructed by the hands of those who fought, and bled, and died. And for these many years have…
A Humble Prayer My God! Through vessel weak and frail, Wherein thy treasure hides, Come shine thy light through darkened veil, reveal my heart inside, Real power comes through thee, not I, Thy will, not mine, I’ll do, ‘Tho trouble, pain, despair reside, Thy comfort will be true, And when dark hours shall pass me…
A Light to End All Darkness A blinding mist obscured the light that shone above the clouds, While God withheld His lightning strike that soon would split the shroud- A blanket o’er the world of man, no light therein allowed- To see God’s purity and truth through apostatic cloud. False men with lightless eyes proclaimed…
The Land of the Covenant Storm-black skies of thunderclouds had blinded eyes with sinful shroud, and settled down amidst the proud, who’d burned God’s temple to the ground. The covenant people fell. They killed the mouthpiece of the Lord, who’d warned with his inspired words, that soon, all men would meet the sword, of justice,…
Dream Dreams When all the noise of day is gone and silence fills our ears, Our mortal eyes at last we close, and daylight disappears. And as we dream the dreams that mortal consciousness abates, Our minds become the canvas where a masterpiece awaits! We win! We sing! We save the world, with superhuman…
Graceful Faceplates When the ground below your feet Races up, your head to meet, To smash your nose, and grind your face An epic fail of style and grace! Just tuck and roll, and let it slide! And rise up on the other side, With arms outstretched! Head held up strong! As if you planned it…
Not Papaya Juice Most fruits, when from the trees are plucked, And then consumed, or juiced, or sucked, Produce a happy, yummy taste, Unless, of course, you've sadly placed, Papaya on your tasting buds, Then, memories begin to flood, of vomit bursting from your lips, and finally, you'll come to grips, That not all fruits…
Four Brothers' Prayer On bended knee, we turn to Thee, and offer up our soil, For His good seed, we’ll nourish, feed, And labor, sweat and toil, And from His living water’s well, and light from Thine own Son, Our plant gains root, and grows, and swells Towards Him- the chosen One. Tuesday June…
True Sons We have not fought with sword or spear, But battle has, to us, come near, And we will stand for truth and right! And take up arms to join the fight! We cannot doubt! Our mothers know! They taught us God protects His fold! We do not fear for death, or end, Our…
The Gift of Time We all, a set amount posses, if we be rich, or poor, we cannot hold, or gather up to save, or try to store. It creeps along when we are young, but speeds by when we’re old. Enables future dreams to fly, relives in stories told. The time we spend can…
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