Oh, where is your inflammatory writ. Your text that would inside a light be lit. Our music deserving devotion unswerving. Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor.
My heart became a drunken runt. on the day I sunk in this shunt,. to tap me clean. of all the wonder. and the sorrow I have seen,. since I left my home:.
When I look back on my life. I can see the way Youre working in me. Since Ive been saved, old passed away. New is my name, I owe You praises, yes. . Whatever You desire of me.
From the courtyard, I floated in. and watched it go down.. Heard the cup drop;. thought, "Well,. that's why they keep them around.". The blackguard sat hard, down,.
Alzar mi voz. Cantar al Seor. l es digno. Digno de mi adoracin. . Come on everybody. Lets celebrate the presence. The presence of the Lord. He is worthy, He is worthy of our praise.
Twenty miles left to the show.. Hello, my old country, Hello.. Stars are just beginning to appear,. and I have never, in my life,. before been here.. .
Last night again. you were in my dreams. Several expendable limbs were at stake. You were a prince, spinning rims. all sentiments Indian given and half baked.
I can feel a difference. Today, a difference. All of us, in our tents. Fearing god like a mistress. . We lay on the rocks, in the sun. Watching you and your mama row in.
This place is damp and ghostly. I am already gone. And the halls were lined. With the disembodied. And the dustly wings. Which fell from flesh. Gasplessly.
The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow. Set to the sky in a flying spree,. for the sport over the pharaoh. A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow.
Easy, easy,. my man and me;. we could rest and remain here,. easily.. We are tested and pained by. what's beyond our bed;. we are blessed and sustained by.
I will pack all my pretty dresses. I will box up my high-heeled shoes. A sparkling ring for every finger. I'll put away and hide from view. . Coats of boucle, jacquard and cashmere.
Cosmia. . When you ate I saw your eyelashes. Saw them shake like wind on rushes. In the corn field when she called me. Moths surround me, thought they'd drown me.
That means no. Where I come from. I am cold. Out waiting for the day to come. I chew my lips. And I scratch my nose. Feels so good to be a rose. . Oh don't, don't you lift me up.
Feel the matress tense beneath me. Like the muscle of nonsleepy. Feathers flexing will defeat me. And it vexes me completely. . And the hexes heat covertly.
We sailed away on a winter's day. With fate as malleable as clay. But ships are fallible, I say. And the nautical, like all things, fades and I. Can recall our caravel:.
This is the song for Baby Birch.. I will never know you.. And at the back of what we've done,. there is that knowledge of you.. . I wish we could take every path..
Driven through by her own sword,. summer died last night, alone.. Even the ghosts. huddled up for warmth.. Autumn has come to my hometown.. . Friendly voices, dead and gone,.