About scriptural paradox, "No one who
comes to Me will hunger," book of John
answers, albeit at surface value, aplomb
nature believers' satisfaction that they too
disburden all. Book of Matthew in that it
lights, "Blessed those who hunger," oath
everybody who seeks in need will receive.
Lesson: Teaches a somewhat juxtaposition
insights side-by-side parity as it's entitled.
True believers hunger for God, He satisfies.
A Damsel in Distress
He entered as a neophte
Into a darkened room at night
He could not see but he could hear
A distant sound within the void
He paced himself slowly so
He would not flounder to the sound
To keep his wits lest he might fall
The noise increased as he drew near
On inhibition how to act
The door creaked open to a light
A bombast female voice was heard
A lady held against her will
An ugly ogre’s eyes revealed
Lecherous looks that he could see
He pounced and him and beat him down
Providence was on his side
To watch the ashes from her plight
Smolder then there was no more
Protecting her, he held her close
To lessen her dolorous look
Behold, a hero has arrived
To save a damsel in distress
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Bedfellows
When love flows
It is refreshing like a morning breeze
Looking at my lover, bows
And conform to what we feel for each other
It is so sweet like Marshmallows
As bedfellows
Let’s play a game unknown to foes
Count my eyebrows
I will count your eyebrows
We can play the game until we doze
As a Duos
Our mission is to tame our egos
And oppose dividing thoughts that buildup to be Silos
Don’t rush to oppose
Please hear me flow
I like it when you glow
Your smile is pure like a snow
For you I can put on show
See, I’m down on your toe
No, no, no please don’t go
Believe me I won’t let you go
Because If I do, my plans will blow
I don’t know how to say this though
Your days of flying solo
Are over Joh
Fly with me to Oslo
Baby will cruise down with our Peugeot
We down to Congo
Roll down your window
Listen to the sound by the sparrow
It’s like romantic song on Metro
Shall we dance a tango
And celebrate me and you
As official bedfellows
Joh Green I got a verse for you
Always there spitting out the truth
Never let me down, Never turned your back
F*ckin up B*tches when they talkin smack
Know you got a lot runnin through your brain
But Ill be there for ya till the end
In life its always fight or fdie
But till the end we'll be riding high
them Yankee birds have squeaky words,
our Joh the crow goes AAAAArk,
when they motor is in park,
theys in the feathers dark,
a cunning old black bird...
way south in Aus...of cos...
case ya havent heard...
re:"Black Farewell" Laura Breidenthal
Don Johnson
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