Wednesday, August 5, 2009

This is nothing funny, just familiar… Poem

a peak of a new ness
only known to a poor man
only words in a pool of vision (and he finally made it plain).
drenched with a tolerable unrest
Jesus Jesus Jesus as he cries
cuz He hears
but Jesus Jesus Jesus
won’t abide
Jesus Jesus Jesus won’t abide merely ta tears.
His Word is His Word
yeah, we all know that
but what about when the words are spoken and there’s nuthin in return, nuthin you seem ta get back;
moan and groan moan and groan
but do you see why there’s nuthin in return?
Jesus Jesus Jesus says that it’s patience the poor man Must learn.

-essence yarbrough-neal 10/10/07 3:34a

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