Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I Guess Poetry Is Growing On Me

It seems that poetry is growing on me

Though I never did desire nor even want to see

That I could be good at this poetry

People say they enjoy to read these words of mine

And don’t get me wrong I like writing just fine

But it’s the fact of this poetry you see

It’s the ideas the methods and the interpretations

That I cannot even perceive to enjoy

But nay don’t get me wrong

I think of poetry as beautiful as a song…

Uh… the end.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Oh Israel!

Oh sing a song all ye people

Sing a song unto the Lord

Raise your voice oh Israel

Oh Israel shout with a voice of triumph

For you have been and always will be Gods chosen people

You are His hands and His feet

You are His vassal and his joy

Oh lift a new song unto the Lord

For it shan’t be long ‘til you see Him face to face

And will sing His praises forever and ever!