Pray Thyself In Me

“Lord, I know not what I ought to ask Thee;

Thou only knowest what I need;

Thou lovest me better than I know how to love myself.

David the Fallen

Many were his foes

Of David, a song

For his life, like a flea

Fled from Absalom

My Great Prayer

The morning bright

With rosy light,

Shall wake me from my sleep.

My Lord and My Rod

When grief like a flood engulfs me as I pray

When dark doubts like waves rock my soul

Whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say

I am yours, you are God, my own goal

Cords of Death

The cords of death entangled

Destruction overwhelmed

The snares of death confronted

The coiling grave compelled

Happy Everlife

Happy Birthday Mum

Greatest of all mothers

You carried me in your tum

My sister and brothers

O Happy Life

O happy one walking

Not in godless plans

Lest their paths standing

Where scoffer he bands

The Defaming of Sméagol

In a boat above the dank

Sits a small young Déagol

From a hole under the bank

Leaps his dear cousin Sméagol

Chords of Life

Sing this in song

David the servant

To One who is strong

To music be fervent

Unwakened Trees

Bottoms are up

Heads in the ground

As sleepish trees

Unwake surround

Entish Wake

Trees be wreathe

Lungs reach out

Wind pipe up

Trunk stand doubt

Missessary Journey

Myopic mind has lost its sight

This cranium is out of fight

The world once mine has been upended

A minitude of life pretended

Bemeaning

It’s a wild day for bad weather

A dark day for the rain

It’s a black day for night time

I can’t keep things just the same

De Day A Way

What’s this date today

A day you do de side?

A date for me to stay

Away a way to hide?

All that is Old

All that is gold does not glitter

Nor should all who falter be tossed