Perfect love will castrate perfect fear

There is humour in the Bible we revere
Soles are heeled,partitions sent to God
Perfect love will castrate  perfect fear

Five thousand people shared a single deer
The meat was cooked by a fast lightning rod
There is humour in the Bible, we can hear

There’s nothing much to buck up  the impure
But plentiful the ways to cut off heads
Perfect love can escalate  one’s fear

God made  Jonah subtly disappear
And caught Elijah when in caves he hid
There is humour in the Bible if you peer

 

With a wail from Jonah,God  appeared
His still small voice  got louder by  the Flood
Perfect love will castrate  perfect fear

After many liars are turned to wood
I hope Gomorrha you will all be good
There is  guidance in the Bible, but laugh here.
Perfect love will castrate  perfect fear

Well,I got my hair  cut on Good Friday,yeah

Well,I got my hair  cut on Good Friday,yeah~
Should folk  be working then d’yah think?
I look like I’ve had chemotherapy

So cancer,I am ready, if you prey
I’ve had a cut and now it’s dyed  and punk
Well,I got my hair  cut on Good Friday,yeah~

Once we had more order in our ways
We got married and had sex  when we were drunk
I look like I’ve had psychotherapy

See, I look at this life  somewhat differently
I have the treatment backwards  to show spunk
Well,I got my hair   trimmed on Good Friday,yeah

I’ll have no chemo  and the illness may
Be upended like a ton of flying junk
I look like I’ve had vinotherapy

 

When you get that  letter, have  a thought
This is not the fish our Saviour caught
Well,I got my hair  cut on Good Friday,yeah
I look like I’ve had logotherapy

 

Mysterious is the Fire which needs no spark

At the entrance to the tunnel of the dark
An angel warmed me in  soft golden light
Mysterious as that Fire which needs no spark

On dangerous journeys we unknown embark
Stricken by a grief, we are in flight
To the entrance to the tunnel of the dark

As hesitantly as a  babe will walk
Who has no mother nor love’s proper sight
Mysterious as that Fire which needs no spark

As strange as what makes silent people balk
When failed by humans,with no rest, respite
We reach the entrance to the tunnel  dark

 

Gathered in by angels  of the heart
No false pride  in me led to  a fight
Mysterious is the Fire which needs no spark

The body is  the home to sacred rites
Love erotic,humble in delight
With a golden net, I had been caught
Mysterious is the Fire which needs no spark

No arguing

When they find they are wrong
Don’t expect them to be open
They will fling more excuses at you
Justifications
If you are argue, it pushes them back to find more
They already know, but they are afraid
Or proud.Gradually truth will come to the forefront
They will be either modest or bitter
But don’t sit there waiting for them to confess
Only let them fling themselves to the ground weeping
As in their sorrow they will find the truth
Some will accept and others become evil.
But that is  mere self-importance.
Just let it be

Then we rise up and our songs float out.

5 · 

I learned a hymn in our old kirk.
I realized then that God is black
I think he sometimes laughs and cries.
When one thing grows,another dies.

We went to church and we all sang.
The organ played and the big bells rang.
But we never heard the answer then
till a strange loud voice called out,”Women”

I’m not sure  we were fit to sing.
Yet, what but joy can we each bring?
The psalms will comfort us at night.
And in the dawn we see the Light.

Then we rise up and our songs float out.
The cats miaow as they run about.
The dogs join in to bark and growl.
And from the sky we hear God howl.Amen