White Linen Flowers
White linen flowers,
Stem cotton sheets,
Red lips whisper,
Quiet grow, speak...
Roses, my wine taste,
Dawn sun, bright shine sweet,
Gifted touch, release sympathy,
Blood iron deep veins,
Two steel feet from lost rain,
Lost present, my pain runs so deep,
Bare freedom may speak.
White linen flowers,
Stem cotton sheets,
Red lips whisper,
Quiet grow, speak...
Wisdom granted,
Knowledge of past dreams,
Intimate intimidation
Escapes rested nights.
I cloud count nine
From dawn to peak,
Rotation set sound,
Reoccurring sleep.
Three the wall masses,
Well told... I keep.
Insomnia,
Old stories that spoke words
On four so deep.
I pray you understand,
"Granted," rest your head now
On five, so I speak.
As these nights of gifted visions,
Rear glory so soft,
My hands on your cheek,
You call dreams...
Slaves to the drift,
Slaves to the future,
Given chances,
Past days gone.
Tempted by sin,
Gave by birth, who by name?
Gave by them, ate the apple,
Now gave to all rituals by curse.
Who by the name of God of grace,
Man by the angels above has placed.
Before eyes see the light,
Give life, hold true embrace.
I self before fire,
Show deeds of strength,
Not bound by weak,
Only His true grace.
Stand your ground,
We stand two strengths as one.
Pray thy Lord,
I ask we all receive.
No sins play fools,
Give repent after trickery.
God sings forgiveness.
Differentiate heat and cold.
Truths blind behind many,
So honesty may unfold.
Love faithfully.
Be courageous.
Have strength given.
Mercy, seven lions.
Show no fear.
Give fight.
Have soul for what you hold so dear.
Our morning glory,
Our shining star.
Four horsemen,
Horns and trumpets
Beat bold.
Heard near or far,
He will return unexpectedly,
No matter the time,
The day,
The year,
Or where
Nyra22
