"Watery Grave"

O’er thund’rous crests and waves,
Of deep Hell’s maelstrom, grim,
Distance between has grown.
With those who’ve made their graves
Without prayer, song, or hymn,
I drift to sea alone.

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"Sleepless"

The world is sound asleep,
Silent, still, at peace.
Futilely counting sheep,
My musings just increase.

My mind is held captive,
By things I've left undone,
And days past, I relive,
While waiting for the sun.




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"Dirty Old Dog"

Is it so hard to find something nice to say,
About a dirty old dog, that's had his day?
Now he mopes 'n lopes around the home,
Unwilling to play fetch or chew on a bone.
Barking at nothing, or napping all 'morn,
With fur all matted, needing to be shorn.
Pooping inside and peeing around,
That noisy house, though he can't hear a sound.

But I remember when he was just a pup,
When I taught him to sit and to speak up.
He knew how to "shake" and beg by my chair,
My dinner with him, I would always share.
He was smart as a whip and as fast as a dart,
We're the best of friends and never apart.
So I guess it's not hard to find something nice to say,
About that dirty old dog, that always made my day.

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"Temptation"

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Temptation

Though they say, “the road to Hell is paved with good intentions,”

None were quite as good as mine.

Though I assured Father I would offend and lapse no more,

I lie, famished, with the swine.

Though my heart, in trials, yearns for your intervention,

To my grim fate, I resign.

Though I lift my eyes to your glory to gladly adore,

I descend to acts, malign.

But though I walk in the dark forest of my own blunders,

In shade, does Your mercy shine.

But though the hounds and vultures of the Netherworld surround,

You lift me to visions divine.

But though hosts of fiends seek to rend my spirit asunder,

My soul is for hands of Thine.

But though every power, terror, horror of Hell, around,

I stay a branch, You the Vine.

Through failure, defect, and fault,

You, My God, my soul exalts.

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