Psalms

 
When we walk and reach the place people greet,
Shuffling strangers along the ways in whose company,
the gallant flowing of conversations directly meet,
where the vilest traps of hasty feats lay in disharmony.
 
The righteous knowingly go slower than other foes,
Standing in the way that was never there to share
Fruits of righteousness grown in pastures of primroses,
By the rivers of water in repose; frown upon the snare.
 
For all the right paths taken, they are carefully choose  
But the ungodly are not so, but they’re like dust driven,
By hurricane into the air; where day and night compose
The oracles of deeds for judgment in the millennium.
 
When anger wage war on humanity it brings disunity
The rage of hate weave vanity in our imagination
Council count the cost all good deeds lost in bigotry
Break their bonds and cast away cords of derision.
 
High upon the hill stands the cross for all believers  
When we need a savior to draw the curtains over
And make rainy clouds brim with heavenly showers
passing over where the wing tip lights of glory gather.
 
See reflections of crystal lights from the city of Zion
Government stretch beyond utmost parts of the land
Days in rage, struggle to understand Gods reason
The imagination of humanity is hard to understand.
 
When my heart is broken with sorrows it breaks yours,
Invisible eternal years are seen through the darken glass
A glimpse of heaven from the glory of the Sun’s rays
Nothing stays the same when our new dawn eliminates.