Drunk I am,
Drinking I see,
If I drink,
I am totally free.
Drunk with you,
You are my friend.
New wine delivered,
For us to bend.
Drink and be merry,
The day has come!
All of your riches,
Rolled into one.
You teach us to follow,
And show us the way.
Celebrating your victory,
To praise you each day.
A gluten: winebibber!
That's what they said.
The fear of God, through the precepts of men.
But you are the Lord!
Searching the heart,
Blessing your children,
Each one apart.
Drawings us in,
From wherever we land,
With goodness and mercy,
We are in your hand.
No so for the wicked.
Their time will come.
Then all knees will bend,
The victory won.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A finesh writesh I shay!
Notice the good acting dialogue there? Or have I had a gin or three?! heehee.
Youl tells meee
You had a gin or several......?!
Don't need it.
you'll never drink alone !
Winebibbing has always been a hilarious term…. Like baby whines and bibs. Not besmirching this poem though. And the Day is soon approaching.
Just love this.
Me too!
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