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"bearth" poems
Aug. 14. 1653. O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth? So as above the Heavens thy praise to set Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth, Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength because of all thy foes To stint th’enemy, and slack th’avengers brow That bends his rage thy providence to oppose. When I behold thy Heavens, thy Fingers art, The Moon and Starrs which thou so bright hast set, In the pure firmament, then saith my heart, O What is man that thou remembrest yet, And think’st upon him; or of man begot That him thou visit’st and of him art found; Scarce to be less then Gods, thou mad’st his lot, With honour and with state thou hast him crown’d. O’re the works of thy hand thou mad’st him Lord, Thou hast put all under his lordly feet, All Flocks, and Herds, by thy commanding word, All beasts that in the field or forrest meet. Fowl of the Heavens, and Fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide. And know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth.
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Psalm 08
no new is good news just as long as I'm lying here with you, and though we're fools, still I went just to hold you. in my mind are these rolling hills, and these green green fields, the fog is everywhere and I'll always remember because you were there. terra-cotta woman my celtic queen, you work with clay giving form its birth. to shape this day you have turned to the earth. terra-cotta woman, my celtic queen. and when I get home, I want to unplug the phone, turn the lamp down low. because no new is good news just as long as I am staying here with you. and though we're fools, still I want to hold you. terra-cotta woman my celtic queen, you work with clay giving form its bearth. to shape this day, you have turned to the earth. terra- cotta woman my celtic queen. © copyright 2000
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC
Celtic Queen
Good moarning this is a new day want you say hey The sun shing though your windows of pride I never been with a good guy The sunshine is beaming though the windows and glass and why you bearth smell like *** I saw your eyes in the sun but why did you say you were holding gun The sunlight is with a with you though your body but dont forget dont touch nobody You can be cold and hot stay on that spot you will remain can you maintian Everybody saying something with the words of you i will be known and come ture.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
GoodMoarning