One of my favorite pastimes I have
having a leisurely stroll in my Victoria Park
especially like today, it's so lovely and sunny
wondering if it was ever like this in the ark
Just sitting by the side of the pond
full of ducks, birds, and many a swan
so great seeing nature at its height
we'll dread the day when it's all gone
Looking up into the deep blue sky
so clear over the white clouds so still
amidst folk walking their dogs along
beside the water edge like a normal drill
Here we see God's wonderful creation
everything around has the mark of His hand
His glory is seen in the post clock nearby
'now is the day of salvation' there does stand
These evangelistic words there for all to see
pray many read them to follow and obey
God is there in word and in nature
there's no excuse but walk in His day
(My favorite walks in Victoria Park nearby which is such a pleasurable pastime. This park is in the Partick area of Glasgow, Scotland.)
The weather plots his journey
Town to town in dead of night
Fields dead and on a gurney
He comes in to make it right
A rainmaker, people call him
A psuedo-scammer others say
He sells himself as godlike
He comes quick and does not stay
He tells people what they wish for
He beats the storm in to their town
He seeds their minds with his tall stories
He promises more green than brown
Like an evangelistic angel
He beats the weather to the ground
He's a salesman like no other
He picks their pockets with no sound
A rainmaker, just a scammer
He works the towns where nothing lives
He is an alchemist non-gratta
He always takes and never gives
He sells snake oil and concoctions
He is a shaman in disguise
He promises rain where none has fallen
There is more moisture in the farmers eyes
He takes credit for a rainfall
He promises gold where once was straw
He's a rumplestiltskin with their feelings
He sells them only what they wish they saw
He may believe in what he tells them
He always puts his name out on a stake
But, can he truly make the skies open
That is a choice the desperate make
The matter between my eyes and my soul is for the materiali$tic
The depths of my soul only reachable by the idealistic
My journey thus far can only be described as realistic
Sometimes I wish my life was more simplistic
I have an aura that makes me spiritualistic
But the L in my name argues I'm more Logicalistic
I'm certainly not evangelistic
In truth I'm just moralistic
When it comes to being verbalistic
I like to think I'm intellectualistic
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