I am....
The Prince of Peace, Savior, Holy One, King of Kings,
Son of God, Redeemer, Lord of Lords, Son of David,
The Peace Maker, Capstone, Cornerstone, Deliverer,
Good Sheperd, Great High Priest, Immanuel, Hope,
Image of God, Last Adam, Our Rightiousness, The
light, Word, His only begotten Son, Jehovah, Yaway,
Branch, Christ Lord, Friend Head of the Church...
My Lord Jesus
1.26.2007
Poppies
Flying, floating,
Through the breazing cold.
Heads thinking straight,
Hearts made of bold.
Unbreakable hopes,
Of staying alive.
Families wating,
With faith on the thrive.
Many souls dying,
Many souls dead.
Our victories won,
Because many men bled.
Cannons exploding,
Bodies flying past.
Friends hurting bad,
Because of a blast.
The war was dying itself,
The battle a snag.
Winners were proud,
When waving their flag.
The poppies now grow,
Where the bodies once lay.
Where the men fought hard,
With skies of gray.
Through the breazing cold.
Heads thinking straight,
Hearts made of bold.
Unbreakable hopes,
Of staying alive.
Families wating,
With faith on the thrive.
Many souls dying,
Many souls dead.
Our victories won,
Because many men bled.
Cannons exploding,
Bodies flying past.
Friends hurting bad,
Because of a blast.
The war was dying itself,
The battle a snag.
Winners were proud,
When waving their flag.
The poppies now grow,
Where the bodies once lay.
Where the men fought hard,
With skies of gray.
1.06.2007
Teachers After School
Teachers are scary,
Teachers are cruel.
But what in the world are they,
Right after school.
Maybe...
They turn into monsters,
And give you a fright.
Or turn into zombies,
And walk off at night.
Or Even...
They stay up all night,
And do extra math.
So in the morning at school,
They'll show you there wrath.
Could
They cook their class,
Always having kid stew.
The rumors are that,
Tomorrow it's you.
ZzZzZzZz...
Its time to wake up,
Out of that silly old dream.
I least I think it was,
As so it would seem.
Bring...
There goes the bell,
Behind the door I'll wait.
The big room of 214,
Decides my falling fate.
Matt
Teachers are cruel.
But what in the world are they,
Right after school.
Maybe...
They turn into monsters,
And give you a fright.
Or turn into zombies,
And walk off at night.
Or Even...
They stay up all night,
And do extra math.
So in the morning at school,
They'll show you there wrath.
Could
They cook their class,
Always having kid stew.
The rumors are that,
Tomorrow it's you.
ZzZzZzZz...
Its time to wake up,
Out of that silly old dream.
I least I think it was,
As so it would seem.
Bring...
There goes the bell,
Behind the door I'll wait.
The big room of 214,
Decides my falling fate.
Matt
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