I
can appertain honour of I name,
And
can duly respectfully refrain
From
being like a lion in our Zion,
As
you are compeer with the Son.
We
are all God's holy Children,
But
some boil sins in a cauldron
Of
potions with notions of takings
To
try and live a lifestyle of kings.
Supplement
the poor I do implore
And
to settle a resentment score
Of
not being a bore; a pig can swill
In
an ill of suffering being a kill.
©
Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Lovely words with a message Andrew. Thank you.
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Greetings Yvonne. Thank you for stopping by, you are most welcome. I appreciate your kindness. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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