The Two Twiddle Dees Part 2
My brothers and sisters, the twiddle dee,
Can very well be, you and me,
If within, our minds we stray
And don’t find our narrow way!
The old man of the mind,
Can never find,
Love’s kind,
It’s not of his mind!
Jesus said lose the old self,
Un till nothing is left,
To lose the old kind, is to find,
Love’s kind!
The soul sprang forth,
From a sacred birth,
Not of this earth,
The earth has no worth,
To give in exchange,
A means, to rearrange,
A mind, that’s deranged,
And needs change!
The two twiddle dees,
Chose their own tree,
By what they could see,
They thought they could be knowledge,
Of their own college!
Love the real college,
Of life knowledge,
Was bound to present,
And to the mind, a choice was sent,
So that love, could rejoice,
With another love’s choice!
Do you now understand Boyce,
How it was that love gave a choice,
To the mind of Boyce,
So that love could rejoice,
With love which is Boyce!
Love, the power that made the vessel,
Went through a hassle,
For his chosen vessel,
To give a choice,
To love, the real Boyce!
Without love and it’s vessel, no two for choice,
Love and love’s vessel, which is Boyce,
So let us greatly rejoice,
About Love’s choice!!
1-7-09
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2009
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