"compleate" poems
I got new friends
Who told them?
Go use him
He works hard for you ends, To meet,
his life ain't compleate
They think sellin dime bags
Beats your poundin feet, or ****** hands, or avoiding uncle sams deadly reach
Only my real friends can see, even though sometimes they can't be, and I can't be, like we used to be, family, I havnt seen them since I last cut my christmas tree, but sometimes they call and that's when I see new friends may act right
But real friends, They Will Be
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
Heavenly Lord, thy Spinning Wheele Make mee,
make mine thy Holy Spirit glorify,
therewith thereon therein T̶h̶e̶n̶ then this thy thee,
the Webweave Loomeyarn thy for glory dy.
I am thyselfe All pinkt with Judgment fine,
that Then their Words is Ordinances Twine:
Affections make thy Holy to be Reele.
yee Actions fill shall My apparell may.
My Conversation make and reele thy Wheele.
Will mine the Holy thy of mine display.
Affections me with cloath My wayes and quills thy,
Then make me Then to make same Fulling Mills thy:
Memory Make of Flyers knit bee neate,
And Swift my Soulespun Spooleyarn winde before,
Varnisht in Colours Choice That flowers compleate,
my Distaff Make thine Understanding for.
And,Cloathd in Holy robes, my Conscience, Lord,
O Paradise and glory shine thy Worde...
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 6:47 PM UTC