The wicked have their way, and Have waited for the poor man to pass by. For me to survive their attacks, You must destroy me, But I will seek your saving hand. Consider your servant; Thy testimonies are my anchor.
Great is the hole of time, Peace flees into it. Have mercy on past, present, future, They which rule existence. Love is an anchor, Thy law the chain, And your hand holds the eternal knot. Nothing shall remove me, Offend me, Them, they, we, find our moment in you. Great peace have they which loveContinue reading “Law #165”
Rivers of waters rage; Run to the eternal sea, Down the paths of time. Mine eyes cannot see, Because I am as the withered grass. They keep on moving, Not going anywhere. Thy law anchors my soul. Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not thy law. Psalm 119:136