Don’t feed on tears, little one,
don’t feed on tears.
Ignore the call of ash and dust,
and overwhelming fears.
Shush, quiet when the dark
comes, and stifling heavy rain,
Don’t let it cloak and bind you,
with bitterness and pain.
Hush my child, reach for Jesus,
listen to His call,
and His blessing is upon your life
when you feebly call.
Justice, settled jaw;
blazing sword and torches love-
cut down evil, lies.
Set your soil tillable
as He sends the morning dew-
seeds in digging fillable
soul and spirit will sing new.
Now is sowing season here
the planting you don’t know how;
these secrets that no reason hear
still stems break through with low bow.
Simply sim, simply sat,
Coco saw a simply rat
Orange it was, burst out with song
And scratched it’s nose all day long.
Pimlee pee, pimlee you,
orange rat would sing with you.
Cry out for seeing eyes
past the night skies;
stars consistent rotation
the moon’s blazing beauty, brazen.
Run toward dawn in darkness felt,
A rising light, truth as your belt.
Unspoken prayer requests for our family, please.
Oppose with rages,
or a thickly frozen pond;
at faith’s foundational growth
with songs of praise in the night.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Falling down the pit
call out to you
kiss me goodbye and state,
“be well, “
Jesus, my cry reaches up to you;
strength of my Lord, I ask of you.
Cry, pray, breath a song-
praise through tears, new dawn.