PS 128
Sometimes I feel like
The Great Impersonator
When writing these words
I've tried to honor
I have tried to give you praise
Please see through these lines
The veil must be laid
Your wife like a fruitful vine
Daughters are the wine
Merging with olives
The pressings are fruits of dreams
In such a strange state
May the LORD bless you (~Psalm 128:5)
From Zion filling the sheathes
Resurgent Power
Resurrection faith
Family both strong and poignant
Time and time again
Our tools are all primed
There is power in the word
Life's Spirit breathes through
May you be humble
Underneath The Starry Night
May we be humble
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