VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY THRIST
Meet me at the fountain;
So that I may drink the water
I'll be the one clothed in righteousness naked from ground,
upto my crown;
My soul running to the fountain,
yet I don't have a cup
All I'm carrying is my mouth;
And that I'm going to speak life;
I was thirsty, and you said come
You've filled
Lord, hear me first ;
I called always already here,
You feed my thirst
When I was thirsty, you fill my cup
Meet me at the table;
Lord you're ever able;
Come and dine,
I'm yours and you are mine;
Come let us, sup together;
My soul is walking to the table;
It's because of you that I'm able;
You feed me with Your Word
You speak I heed I hear, I heard Hallelujah
Lord hear me first
I called always already here
(Ever present) you feed my body heart mind and soul you feed my thirst when I am thirsty hungry you fill my cup
Father Meet me at the table;
You who are my vital statistic that feeds my hunger and thirst
1/18/25
Wish I Had the Vital Statistics of Jesus Christ
I am scared Oh, well
Since God the almighty creator
He made me a little higher than the angels
I wish I was, wish I were a man
To tell the demons, angels and mankind, how I felt
Wish I had the claws of a lion
To rip up apart the meat of sin nature
Wish I had the wings of an eagle, to fly above the evil
Wish I had the vision to be an effective witness
Wish I had the physique of Christ
To be His form size body build figure
More so in the spirit rather than in the natural
So that I could be a more effective witness
Wish I Had the Vital Statistics of Jesus Christ
8/11/18
©2018
For Contest Wish I Had the Balls to Tell Them How I Really Felt
Sponsored by: Line Gauther
Morning brief
Not much to say;
Touching aftermath
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Passing clouds
Candy floss chit-chat;
Without a word
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Lovers in the park
Saturday evening trysts;
Cheery revival
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Free-and-Easy
Way to go;
Redundant tour guide
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Aloha Hawaii
Polynesian fare;
Smiles surfing free
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Fly away now
Missionary quest;
Overseas homework
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Complains surge
No much change;
Wishful thinking
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Here and there
Notice the debris;
Broken spirits loiter
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Lost souls loiter
Shackled by fate;
Seemingly hopeless
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And when he died
So much sorrow;
Now an urban legend
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Sweet sexy swirl
Curves curl cute;
Vital statistics flaunt
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Children at play
Power struggles start;
Parent referees
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Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore
She does not own the perfect vital statistics,
nor has a pointed nose,the shiniest hair.
She is not as gorgeous as Miss Universe,
But the world's turning because of her.
Her hands are not as soft as cotton,
Her skin is not as smooth as silk.
She is not the hottest girl in a magazine.
The girl that drives you to heaven.
Her lips aren't like as Angelina Jolly,
But has a power to send you in bliss.
She is an extraordinary woman...
She is your wife....
Love her with all your heart.
Show her the beauty she owns inside.
For she's the most beautiful woman,
A mother of your child.
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