What scene can't she capture with her pencil and art? She draws green and azure, the whole from the part. Her heart is full, like the sun, of light-beams and heat. To her wood desk they come, at her paper they meet. Wildflowers, dandelions, so real they're edible. Camomile, columbine, sweet peas with tendrils. Her
Years gone, yet frozen in time Seeking for things done That which is mine Trying to forget the root Which is my present crime holding my glassy flute I enter the shrine I am a player who has paid the price I have seen the danger and wanted out But the game is not over,
In the beginning, was the Light. But all was dark and cold. At the beginning for His delight, He summoned sky, ocean, valley and wold. For the beginning was the night, When the Light started the world. The cold and darkness whisked away, That we may behold the first of days, And came the second
Sovereign over the storm; maintaining the natural norm. Sovereign over the helm; ordering the affairs of men. Sovereign over the wild; leading beasts by the hand of a child. Sovereign over the when, timing the now, not yet, and then. Sovereign over the state; raising men to serve in the gate. Sovereign over the church;
Disapproved, debased mind; dishonorable, defiling passions. These things biblically define what's inside gays n' lesbians. God offers undeniable proof of His immortal existence, but they suppress, exchange the truth and exchange natural relations. Though intuitively known, God's righteous law embedded, they proudly approve their own - death is where they're headed. Nature teaches there is
I gaze across the deadened plains No sign of life, no sound of breeze Within the brook, no brook remains No birds are singing in the trees All nature awaits a soothing balm Some small relief to the parched terrain Then far off though the deadly calm I hear the sound of the coming rain
Joshua Child from the chosen generation And God’s judgement on Canaan Trained by Moses on his mission He purged the promised land from pagans King David The man after God’s heart He who wears the royal ring He found Zion in part And turned it into the city of Kings Judas Maccabee A priest, a warrior, but no king He heard the cries of Zion When
A snare is a trap that stops progress It drains all hope and keeps the captive enslaved
But the Triumvirate… Wise beyond comprehension Wise to plan redemption Leaving it all in His hands
