Relax

Stay happy, child, don’t fret, don’t panic.
Your spirit be The Son’s, not frantic,
God loves you – God did choose you, right?
Be confident The Son is Christ.

When life goes through you to collapse,
by nodding to its fall, perhaps,
be confident Christ Jesus cares.
To Jesus cast your doubts and fears.

The Son is in the hands of God.
So kiss The Son and call him Lord.
But fear not life which is to come.
Instead think you are coming home!

Just like the heart

Just like the heart the mouth will carry
a stream of life and beats to marry.
Just like the heart the mouth will give
the body strength for it to live.

The wise one will let wisdom rule.
But follies entertain the fool.
The pure by heart will have joy.
The dirty one will just destroy.

The days will all be evil for
the one whose heart is sad.
The days will all be lovely for
the one whose heart is glad.

Cherished still

It is lonesome the birch
in the autumn with leaves
in the colours of worry,
in yellow, brown, red,
as if thinking the world
wants it done, wants it dead,
as if thinking to much
or to good what it gives.

But the proud look betrays
it. Though taken aback
to let go of the summer
it will and the lack
of acknowledgement God
will make up for by snow
which explains it as cherished
and covers with love.

Acting myself

As with crop on the field
I will work on behaviour,
will be giving impressions
to show myself off.
As with earth being cultured
for Jesus, the Saviour,
I will sharpen to show
Christ what flesh I am of.

Let me offer, my Lord,
my appearance to you.
Let my crop, which are acts,
be for me to pursue.
And when treading the corn,
in my thrift and review,
muzzled not be my oxen.
My earnings be true.

By the corn of the field
which I harvest and treat
I make cakes to my pleasure,
delicious and sweet.
Also bread I do make
for my hunger to ease.
Like that pain-staking role-playing
will never cease.

At the day of The Lord,
though, the bread be unleavened.
Be no strengthening of justice
the day God is given.
At God’s Easter the Children
of Israel eat
bread unleavened along
with their fire burned meat.

My oxen two

By oxen two I plough my land
to get it right, to turn the sand,
and dream about a crop to sell
and pray the oxen both are well.

If dangerous the one, or both,
and goring man to death, my oath
to God was worthless if been warned.
That hole in suit not to be darned.

Examiners are what they are.
They save my land, the soil, by far,
from being common. They, I pray,
be strong and ardent. Meek, thou, stay!

Friends

A true friend is a person
by whom one is two,
if not many, abiding
in that which is true
making neighbours together
by fall or by will.
Love your friend as yourself:
Feel The Son and fulfil.