Glorify Your Name, let me fade as dust in wind Only let me see Your glory shine & shine That every knee will bow, even those who fade as i And every tongue confess to proclaim, that Jesus is LORD & King
Satan’s circus - a colourful array, a lifetime week of stay A maze if you will; extra points taking a pill The prize - god. To find or, better, to unwind An eternal comedy, the prince’s laboratory
Best not look up or down, but even not in that you will be found The first - distraction, whilst when you can mix in super-abstraction-fractioned Whenst once thy desperately lie, in achievement you find the bottom of the pit nigh What an exuberant crown for the centre is ‘to-die-for’, ah! exquisite, truly what else is there to dine for.
A house of twisted mirrors “Strawberry cyanide Madam”, a bowing servant reveres, “finest of our newest batch!” Her royalty strides forward but — “Sip quietly”, He calls, “for thinking on that may tear such a dress, instead turn to address” The scotsman strides forward “Heh, these are questions we canni’ answer, so we know.” “Oh do write that ‘up for me, I can’t think on it now”, our English-dun says, “Effective Immediate” another calls forth.
Turn the page.
A light strikes fine, a fight like mine. A superstition to equate, for a miracle why wait. The smartest move is to quit; A fair disagreement! Yet consider, the wind drives crashing ways on beach-en shore A spectacle, a painting, looking with the storm To laugh, to fly, to be - a wonder split within reality The race, a definitive place, let all yours be free
Then also bow for a fee, since You have such humility