RMC

Yesterday’s struggle is set free,
from the blood I did bleed.
In me a seed I breathe a need,
that in me I found I could succeed.

The past is in the past,
and the tulips rest on the lips
of Angels who shine
sublime but are kind on the mind.

Hours my days done,
rest I must to run for the love
that God gave us in his son;
baptized foretold by a dove.

Love is kind, precious and uplifts
and gifts us with a Spirit
of sober thought I love no rifts
in the place I take harbor with it.

Saturate the soul with gentle rain,
to sustain the seeds
that bring life and sustain
the niceties we all need.

I have enough to feed the devil
inside of me that’s just nature
and I feel the field is level
enough is enough I will not debate her.

I need love and necessary
is the tenets of the heart of art
that we supply in lines fine
I am where I am despite the mark.

Turn the light of the fight
into a joyous tune.
Fight in the light kind and right
so during the night comfort does the moon.

Will the thrill of life be gone?
No song will work to right the wrongs.
There is no crime inside my mind
for the Lord is kind as I walk along.