Now

The days nearly done, my focus slim.

 

I get one in, before my eyes get dim.

 

What to write?

 

I don't know?

 

The rivers wide, with a gentle flow...

 

I could go to the ankles?

 

Cool the blood...

 

Or wade in waist deep?

 

Wash off some of the mud!

 

Out in the middle it's over our head.

 

It's a dangerous river-

 

In waters unseen..

 

"How about we get in a boat!

 

'You'll need a fair wind'

 

And make sure that she floats!"

 

Many have fallen, pray to the rocks..

 

Food for the fishes, seagulls and crabs-

 

They find it delicious!

 

When caught in the trap.

 

Now: what are you talking about?

Rivers and ankles and waists and heads

 

Cooling and washing and drownings and dread

 

To be honest: I don't really know 

 

Just typing it out. Go with the flow

 

I struggle with gremlins hear on the site, spend hours drafting some shit in the night. Then, my final draft, I change it again, To whatever I like.

 

The problem is, in the second stage.. I type for an hour, then something deletes the page!

Usually "resubmission " if my memory serves me correct?

It's very annoying, I am put to the test!

Not to be beaten, I type into the night, not seeing to well- Spell check takes the fight!

So today it's a one hit wonder, or a total blunder.

I don't care.fool be me.

 

"May we be  grafted into the vine"

 

What vine is that?

 

Why is it so fine?

 

The fruit of its clusters,  brings the new wine...

 

"But the old is better", I hear them say..

 

The stock of the tree is ripped out by the root!

 

Where is this going?

Where is your proof?

 

Well you have me there.

 

I don't know and I don't care. 

 

Who is the head?

Who is the tail?

 

Who is the leader?

You gives the mail?

 

Right about now I have lost the plot!

But this I am sure of: nothing at all!

Could be fiction 

All this fall..

The gremlins are not only on the phone, they get into our minds  our hearts, our souls.

You have to recognise then, right from the start. Kill them off quickly, before entering the heart.

The heart is wicked, deceitful, above all things; and from the heart speech it brings; blessings and curses, from the same tongue; It's all in the verses...songs have been sung.

 

I know what I know

And you should too.

The Lord Most High

I worship You.

You are the life, the way, the truth.

And all that fear You, suffer no rebuke. 

We live in the shelter of your wing.

You are our Saviour 

You are our King.

 

So forget that bullshit that's sprayed about..

Trust in Him.

Have no doubt. 

The day will come

All will fall

And all will know

He is King of all.

Until that day, have one on me...

Open some eyes Lord

Let them see.

 

 

 

The beginning...