Keeping a record of wrongs to justify frustration, irritation, or annoyance is how I deceived myself into believing I had to earn the right to hurt this much.
The plank in the Aye.
Grasshoppers hope through pejorative suspicion.
Open the door that I may see
You're the One who's guiding me.
Setting me free from myself
removing me from the dusty shelf.
Sending me forth by your word
speaking what in the past was heard.
The truth about your redeeming Son
who reveals You are the only One,
the true living God who sent his Son.
The door is opening partially.
Could it be a smile I see?
Is the light in your Son
a smile upon me?
Yes! By the smile of the Son
it is You I see.
Yes, it is You who’s guiding me.
March 13, 2003
On bawls of the feat.
Dust might.
Luke warmed by the woman’s feat.
Active, not stupid.
Axiomatic and unambiguous.
Heard immunity.
It’s dope when they can’t rope this Hope.
Rising down.
Move me, not movie, talk with quarantine know-like directing.
Dear in the Head Light.