splinters and logs

 

My pastor is the best
My pastor is the best
My pastor, quite frankly
is better than the rest

His mic is at his chest
Gosh, he has the biggest pects!
Preaching healing laced with jest,
He reads the scripture with nice spects

***

My president is the best
My president is the best
My president, quite frankly
is better than the rest

His hat on his head mind
A wiser grandpa, none can find
His heart is on his sleeve
He even lets his captives live

***

My opinion is modest
My opinion is modest
My opinion, quite frankly
is modesty at its best

I’m impartial when I judge
On my beliefs, I’d never budge
I’d never steal, come rain or sun
Maybe to feed my wife and son

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Ravines and Redemption

 

The falls, they are many
The falls, they are great
The falls, they hurt
The falls, they break

The wounds, they are heavy
The scrapes, oh they ache
The fractures, the fractures
They bind us to our beds

The hearts, they are broken
The pieces, they are stomped
The hopes, they are sprinkled
Upon the fieriest of coals

We have mourned the journey
We have cursed the ravine
But what shall heal you, honey?
Kisses or Medicine?