I am a worm, LORD, you are a Man;
Like a sole savant,  you understand
That I'm a measly tube of flesh
Which does not know which way is best.

LORD, your omniscience is far beyond
My intelligence, which through you has won
Me great wisdom, power and knowledge
To see the fruits of heavenly homage

Which you give this worm to see
Grasps at all radical wisdom free.
LORD, all things I see
Through your Spirit within me.

LORD, my heart is circumcised
Of the pride of its own wise
Decree, for I need Thy mercy.
Joy, spring forth through Thee.

Through tempest's storm, and trial
You shall purge in my soul what's vile
And make me, as I am now, clean
And Your holy feathers You shall preen

To make a shield around my heart
Which by Your voice is now enlarged
By great and mighty wonders told;
LORD, I tremble, for I am of Thy fold.

On a rectangle
Where each side length is equal
To the value of 
A number and its square, the
Area underneath it 

Is always one third. Even on Pluto!

I am not him. People, figure it out.
And I mean the parabola it makes.

“Marry me my darling,” he said
To the maid, upon the way home.
She looked quite agape, and then laid
Her head upon his shoulder, some.

She said to him, with a smile,
“Marry me my darling,” she said
Hiding her head in his wild
Passionate embrace, they were fed

Each on the passions of each, led
Deeper into their love’s embrace.
“Marry me my darling,” they said
Knowing now they would have a mate.

So, on the eve of wedding bells
They to the altar then were wed
And deep into love, they both fell,
“Marry me my darling,” they said.

LORD Thy Mercy and Thy Peace
Wed them to me, through Thy Feast.
Let me sit with them at dawn
When they Son shall bring His calm.

In Mount Zion, Thy Treasure's good
And let me eat of Thy heavenly food.
Let Mercy's bosom be to me
A key to Heaven's righteous streets.

Let Peace be adorned in Thy good hand
To help me always understand
That Thy Truth and Righteous love
Is the one and only cleansing flood.

In my baptism I was raised
From all sin and death, so this day
I wait upon Your return,
To bring me Zion's milk so pure.

O! Precious Savior, I tremble now
At Thy Word, and am so proud;
Do not LORD, humble me
But rather bring me Thy good Peace.

Oh Christ my Savior, I am proud
And ignorant, and my foolishness so loud.
Therefore LORD, teach me Your truth
And my righteousness forsooth

Only comes from Thy right hand
And Thy Arm to save the Land
Of Heavenly Jerusalem.
LORD Your Arm is my Anthem.

LORD I tremble at Thy holy word
For I know, with wrath a sword
Shall slaughter all Thine enemies
And Thy Servants shall eat Thy feast.

Satan whispers blasphemies
And unholy counsel in the weeds
Where his hordes do wait for blood,
LORD destroy them with cleansing floods.

LORD I listen to Thy Word
And I tremble, for it is pure.
I stack myself up against it.
I find I am not guiltless.

Therefore LORD, be comfort to me,
Let me come into Zion's streets.
Let me come, in chariot's fire
To the LORD's house in that hour.

LORD when all darkness abounds
Be a light, and have me found
In thy holy wings adored;
LORD let me be, from all sin now cured. 

For You have such a holy feast,
Save me from, the wicked beasts.
Keep me in Thy holy Hour
When You judge the nations' power.

LORD I sing to You this song
Let my hands do no wrong.
LORD You are so good to me
And give me all my blessing.

LORD, Your power is to me
A precious, signet ring
Which I press upon the seal
Of my heart, and Thy word I feel.

LORD all things to You above
You are the only God I love.
Christ my LORD, You are so true
And heavenly Zion shall be proved.

One last verse I sing to Thee,
Let me enter into Thy peace.
Let me not be heavy bound
By sinful thoughts, but be found.

The poor boy, because all history was forgotten
Got up on the stage, to perform his Eurodisco song.
He was proud, Arabic and Malaysian.

"My stage name is Hitler, 
"Because I made so many hits.
"I believe in the ghosts of my fathers
"And the ghosts of my jits.
"History, you see, will remember me for ages
"I'm the boss of boss, and I'm better than all the sages."

To which, he didn't ever read one sage his entire life,
And should he, he'd never understand them.
As his cohorts danced, and laughed to strobe lights
And flashing disco balls. The Christians all
Lived in the ghettos, and he was about
To rally up his audience to go and destroy them.

I have found many truths
Working on my work today...
A moment spent in vain, I may
Not have found, I may also have
Lost my very way.

Paul, a man who works
Is he only one who works if paid?
Or, is a thief justified:
No, for to Thessalonica you have said
This is not so. Not to Defraud,
And such a one will get recompense from God.

I work all day, ministering truth
And all night my every hour...
I do not want fame nor fortune
But to have my work to help the poor 
So that they never sour.

Yet such contention it shall bring
When all day I study for God's Peace...
I eat with trembling, my reduced meal
But I still eat my feast.
For I work, but how can I know
If my work will ever show?
I work all day, and every night...
I truthfully cannot make flight;
For a meek man am I,
Who will starve, when winter's nigh.
No, I work every day
So, may I earn a holy wage.

Dear,
The World that Wants me To Just Sit On My Ass and Not Get Paid for Writing

If I were to write a resignation letter,
I would first tell you politely
That I enjoy working.
The arguments are sometimes bitter
The pay could be good... for I am a writer.
My last employment, I made 15 dollars an hour...
Not bad, if I want to live with my parents until I'm old and gray.
I raked my yard today, and enjoyed the process.
I solved a math problem.
I wrote some songs.
I ate cheesecake, a burger and drank some Green Tea---
That tastes a little like dish water, for some reason.
But I get stressed out easily,
And my mind is a thing that does its best work slow
And methodical, not in a race against time
Or in competition against other people.
I'm a little sloppy at everything I do.
My best skill is tearing apart abstract concepts
And putting them back together---
I tried to fold laundry, and nearly broke my hand
At my last job.
I got bit by a dog at the under the table gig.
I got denied my job application because I know the Bible
And put that as one of my accomplishments on my resume.
I do not know what I have to do to earn an income from writing...
I do not.
But, I resign from the world, and all its systems.
I simply believe on Christ Jesus, and nothing more.
I read old books written by Menonites
And I read old books written by First and Second Century Christians.
I write and read about 10,000 words a day combined.
I don't know what you expect from me.
I truly don't.
But I'm fine if you want me out on the streets and homeless.
I'm fine if you want to take from me all I ever did.
It's your fault.
Not mine.

A little child is like a king in a castle
Unspoiled by all evil, and filled with such gaiety.