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Wednesday, 09 July 2008 |
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By Tia Wood
Like a current which never ceases
It confines without a tide
Takes a grown man, humbles him
Strikes down his hardness and his pride
How I wish I was that cowboy hat
Or buckle hugged around your waist
Swallowing your thoughts eternal
My life infinite in its place
I close my eyes and sing a song
Your heart will hear a tune the same
Imagining you smile at me
Along my empty bedside frame
Like a bird that never slumbers
On wilted lilies and dried ferns
Unsatisfied from summer's thirst
Of My eternal yearn [ Copyright 2008. Do not republish without permission from the author. ] |
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Wednesday, 09 July 2008 |
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June 5th, 2007
By Tia Wood
Two thousand years, it still dwells
Passes from mother to daughter
She does what she is taught
Knowing not the other
Banquets and field trips and fun and dinners
We'll put it on your tab
Doesn't thoust not seek for those lost?
Thou seek a helping hand
Comfort in horizontal pews
Feel good for two more hours
Hold up our hands to the ceiling
To feel thy holy power
But doesn't thoust not seek for those lost?
They dwell not in your structure
Follow them to where they dwell
Uplift thy fellow brother [ Do not republish without permission from the author. ] |
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Tuesday, 08 July 2008 |
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By Tia Wood Guilty, am I, before the Lord.
I have gone astray in the lust of a mental affair
Words I speak freely only in dreams
But out loud I do not dare
I face such great and agonizing temptation
When he is near or speaks my way
I wish to confess what’s in my heart
But today is not that day [ Copyright 2008. Do not republish without permission from the author. ] |
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