"The Sword Of Solomon"

Two mothers grieving
One of them thieving
Before the king
Justice seeking

Only one child crying
One woman clearly lying
"Enough!" Solomon roared.
"Each gets half this ward!"

Liar agrees
Makes no further plea
Real mother travails
God's wisdom prevails

"So Thirsty"

So thirsty
So tired
Third time to the well today
Watering my man’s sheep
When do I get a drink?
So thirsty

Now this other guy wants a drink!
Not happening—he’s a Jew
Any water from me would be “unclean”
Now he offers me—crazy loon!

“Never thirst again,” says he
Now this, this I have to see!
He wants to meet my man
(Even though he’s really not mine)
Will I ever be worth anything
 as just me?

So thirsty

He knows!
But how?
He must speak with God

A question burns
So thirsty
I ask
He answers
O, what an answer!

My vessel shatters
I run
Tell everyone I meet,
“Come see! Come see!”

I’m quenched
But they—
so thirsty

“Come see! Come see!”
Watering His sheep

"Lunch"

Something drink
Something meat
Something salty
Something sweet

"Epic Thistle"

Fell, O bee leavers,

Stine wheeze eat tings trait
Cheese is slurred, lettuce top the eight
Olive Arty references
Olive Arty nom in a shuns

No one, duh, know won want stew joy
Wee! Are shelves doughnut a greed?
Dew wee fall! Oh, Doc Trinn, soft mint
Order weird dove-cod: rice the slurred

Bad ties come, you can fish, Lee
Rink, stance: tie the plea
Half wee! Eva’s top two bee leave
Hat wee! Ken word’s hip inn you knitting

Aching dome've arts
Whit cheesy sat this tart
Top Ted, I’ve hide
Lettuce wok tug ether
And an and hand sighed buy sighed

Sun-seared Lee,

A. Kristy Ann

"This Race"

This race is your race, this race is my race
From the black-skinned tribesmen, to the yellow Asians
From the brown and red folk, to the fair-skinned Irish
This race was made to worship God

It’s more than skin tint (we all bleed red blood)
We’re all descended from the seed of Adam
Remember Jesus: we all have grace now!
This race was made to worship God

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adapted from "This Land is Your Land"
Woody Guthrie (1940)

"A Morning Prayer"

Good morning, Lord!

Thank you for the breath in my lungs
Thank you for the joy in my heart
Thank you for the spring in my step
And for the dreams you gave me while I slept

Thank you for my house
Thank you for my children
Thank you for my wife
Thank you, Lord, for all you do in my life

"Forgiveness 451"

I’m almost there
Forty-less-one to go
Seventy times seven is the max
After that I hold a grudge

He keeps hurting
Keeps “repenting” too
I don’t buy it and now
It’s me in front of the Judge

"Freedom"

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