The Salt of the Earth is under foot Grape vine
Feelin' happy drinkin' hardly much of the time
But For the joy Of the Lord..
The army up North truckin' Hellfire stingers
does your dirty work with some mafiosi fingers
squeezin' out wrath for ya.. Boy, Jesus lingers
Joyfully so in the day of the Lord!
Local laws of nature nurture hardened heartland steel
Forge cartels with the southern armies Fighting Parsons squeal
Patroon ye seven Spirits of God of Heaven thunders peal
Let Jesus shout the joy the Lord
Colorado pines suffering California ashes
Thrashing you will go Lively green grass lashes
Treasured deep faiths ink the words God trashes
threshing out the joy of the Lord!
Does Jesus feel with us now? Yes-siree!
Tight embrace the Lord in his earthly ministry
Happy hours past - lust and deadly cruelties
Let it be The way of the Lord!
Bottoms up for Joy of the Lord..
©2013 Gary Ottoson
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| “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.” - Jn. 11:11 |
[ Credit: Wm. Blake, http://www.tate.org.uk ]
