On the Touchline

(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 82)

I see things of favour as Your right
Either fair or not, You never cease 
What if You did not do, will I fight 
Wrestling You is an unreasonable tease

An unfathomable dedication designs thought
Reasoning flash its lonely light across
And my mind and brain  couldn't figure the lot 
Then I make  no sense of the brief, dear Boss

How can we beat You to anything in life
The strength and scope; yet we strife 
Now that the pig cant peg a farm for itself 
And rest on You; needs become really rife

I wondered if I let every claim sits in the blue
Wait, when will distress disrespectfully bid adieu 
That caring pain will caress troubled gain 
For risk to gear up praise and loose the locked chain 

Please, let the substitute be off the pitch
In order for my essence to be made known
Just then the effects would have enough to bewitch 
The mix of chance, recovery, and  plan backbone

Let me have words more to say
And caress in mind alone-- desires
To safeguard imagination's way
That could emotionally cook satires 

Oh be harsh to the few fastened foes 
That unrelentingly follows the slow flows
They never leave the touchline  to enshrine
Which that no lineman assigned unless twine

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